Why I Write What I Write and Why It Matters…
Why I Write What I Write
And Why It Matters
I write women who break.
Not quietly and not neatly, but in the raw and real ways that life breaks us. I write girls who carry trauma like a second skin, who learned early how to survive, how to endure, how to keep breathing even when everything hurts. My characters are not built to be rescued, they are built to rise.
People sometimes assume my books are about romance, about the men, about passion and heat. They are, but only partly. At the center of every story I write is not a love saving a woman but a woman learning how to save herself. The men in my stories do not swoop in with solutions. They create space. They stand guard. They wait while the women learn their own strength. They love without ownership. They protect without possession. They hold the door open instead of locking her inside.
That is feminine empowerment.
Not perfection. Not fearlessness. Not a clean and easy recovery.
Empowerment is shaking hands, scars still fresh, voice still trembling, and choosing to live anyway. It is trusting slowly. Wanting again. Loving again. It is the victory of breath, not the fairy tale of rescue.
My heroines bleed, scream, rage, love, fall apart and come back together. They are messy and difficult and heartbreakingly human. Chloe does not know how to accept tenderness until she learns she is worthy of it. Stacy does not understand her own fire until the pain fractures enough pieces to let strength through the cracks. These women are not objects to be won. They are whole worlds to be witnessed.
I write them this way because many women know what it feels like to be overlooked or silenced or used up until there is nothing left but habit. Many women know how it feels to be loved as a responsibility rather than a desire. I write stories where the heroine learns, slowly and painfully, that she has value outside of what she can give. That she deserves to be touched because she is wanted, not because she is convenient.
The romance does not save her.
She saves herself and the romance celebrates it.
My books are for women who have been burned, abandoned, forgotten, underestimated. Women who are tired of being told to be smaller, quieter, easier. Women who are ready to reclaim their own bodies, their own voices, their own desire.
These stories are not about women who need rescuing.
They are about women who learn to rescue themselves with men who stand beside them, not in front of them.
That is the heart of what I write
and that is why it matters.
Why I Write What I Write
And Why It Matters
I write women who break.
Not quietly and not neatly, but in the raw and real ways that life breaks us. I write girls who carry trauma like a second skin, who learned early how to survive, how to endure, how to keep breathing even when everything hurts. My characters are not built to be rescued, they are built to rise.
People sometimes assume my books are about romance, about the men, about passion and heat. They are, but only partly. At the center of every story I write is not a love saving a woman but a woman learning how to save herself. The men in my stories do not swoop in with solutions. They create space. They stand guard. They wait while the women learn their own strength. They love without ownership. They protect without possession. They hold the door open instead of locking her inside.
That is feminine empowerment.
Not perfection. Not fearlessness. Not a clean and easy recovery.
Empowerment is shaking hands, scars still fresh, voice still trembling, and choosing to live anyway. It is trusting slowly. Wanting again. Loving again. It is the victory of breath, not the fairy tale of rescue.
My heroines bleed, scream, rage, love, fall apart and come back together. They are messy and difficult and heartbreakingly human. Chloe does not know how to accept tenderness until she learns she is worthy of it. Stacy does not understand her own fire until the pain fractures enough pieces to let strength through the cracks. These women are not objects to be won. They are whole worlds to be witnessed.
I write them this way because many women know what it feels like to be overlooked or silenced or used up until there is nothing left but habit. Many women know how it feels to be loved as a responsibility rather than a desire. I write stories where the heroine learns, slowly and painfully, that she has value outside of what she can give. That she deserves to be touched because she is wanted, not because she is convenient.
The romance does not save her.
She saves herself and the romance celebrates it.
My books are for women who have been burned, abandoned, forgotten, underestimated. Women who are tired of being told to be smaller, quieter, easier. Women who are ready to reclaim their own bodies, their own voices, their own desire.
These stories are not about women who need rescuing.
They are about women who learn to rescue themselves with men who stand beside them, not in front of them.
That is the heart of what I write
and that is why it matters.