about my writing

I write contemporary romantic comedies with heat, humor and a whole lot of heart. There's nothing like a happy ending to warm the heart, but I prefer mine with hot sex and a few laughs along the way—like real life!

I write in single first person point of view because this is what I love to read, and I love immersing myself in the thoughts, feelings and experience of a single character.

The women I write about are flawed and on personal a journey of their own—in addition to meeting Mr. Right. I don't tend to write about high-flying career women with model good-looks because, quite frankly, I can't relate to that woman at all. Instead, I write about women who are sometimes insecure, who might not have their careers figured out, and who will, on occasion, choose Netflix over the gym. If you can relate to that woman then you might enjoy my books.

I don't write Alpha males because that's just not my bag. I like my men to be sexy (if we're being really specific, tall and bearded with a tattoo or two, please) but most importantly, they need to be sweet and caring. I don't want to read about a controlling or arrogant jerk and I can't write one.

Oh yeah, and I love to swearor "cuss" for my American readersbecause, well, that's just how I am.

   From

Love in      the City

The front door to the building opens and I look up expectantly. But it’s not Cat, it’s—fuck, not again—him. My heart jumps at the sight of him, still in his suit, his gaze focused down on his phone as he strides across the lobby.


From where I’m perched on the bottom step he looks taller, his shoulders broader than I remember. Honestly, it’s like every time I see him he’s gotten a bit more handsome—and a bit more grumpy.


He pauses at the bottom of the stairs, lifting his gaze to meet mine. His brow furrows into its default frown and he heaves out a breath. “You know, I’m trying to think of a time recently when I looked up and you weren’t there.”


Okay, a lot more grumpy.


I raise my eyebrows, huffing in disbelief. What is he implying—that I’m following him around the city, desperately trying to run into him? It’s hardly my fault he happens to be everywhere I turn. And I’m getting pretty bloody sick of his unpleasant attitude, if I’m honest. Maybe, I think, as the alcohol courses through my veins, it’s time to give him a piece of my mind.


I push to my feet, ready to say something scathing, but as I do his expression shifts. I watch as his gaze drifts down my body, lingering on my bare legs before returning to my face. His espresso-dark eyes lock onto mine and I feel a little flicker of heat low in my belly. I mean, what the hell was that? Did he just—was he checking me out?


No, that can’t be right. He’s possibly one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen in real life, and I’m quite sure I’m not in his league. Handsome, successful New York businessmen don’t tend to find themselves interested in women like me. Jesus, I must be pretty drunk if I’m imagining that.


But drunk I am indeed, because the next thing I find myself imagining is him lifting me up onto that table over by the mailboxes and sliding one of his big hands up my thigh. I shiver with delight at the thought of it, my whole body flushing with heat.


Oh God. Drunk and horny is not a good combination.

about me

I've been writing stories since I was a kid. In my teens I wrote fan-fiction about Hanson, before I even knew what fan-fiction was (I was just that much of a die-hard Hanson fan—don't judge).

I studied English at university and taught as a high school English teacher for a few years, then studied life coaching and psychology, never really taking my writing dreams seriously. It wasn't until I became a mother and needed a way to escape the monotony (erm, I mean bliss) of domestic life that I finally sat down and wrote my first novel. Over the year that followed, I wrote three more. Now, I'm wondering why the hell I waited so long.

Ninety-nine percent of my spare time is spent writing, or plotting, or editing, or some variation of the above, and my writing is primarily inspired by music and travel (and hot guys I follow on Instagram... but that's strictly for research).

In case anyone happens to have read this far, here are some random facts about me: I'm in love with New York—seriously, I feel like I must have lived there in a past life or something; I love coffee; I've just begun a yoga practice in earnest and it has been life-changing; I love to journal; I'm an introvert and a highly sensitive person; I'm attempting to follow a plant-based diet (emphasis on attempting); I live in a tiny house on a trailer which I LOVE—and that makes me a sort of minimalist by necessity; all my spare cash either goes on books or to save for travel; I'm planning to unschool my son when the time comes; yeah, I guess I'm a bit of a hippie...

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