So you’re ready to talk romance novels…

I’ve been dreaming up love stories since I was 13 and wrote A Walk To Remember fanfic where I died of cancer instead of Mandy Moore. Now, I’m writing them for real.

Since 2024 I’ve been immersed in creating the apocalypse romance novel of my dreams, because I find the modern world consistently overwhelming and I wonder if there’s room for an end-of-the-world romance where survival is the easy part.

I’m currently seeking representation but continue to noodle on silly ideas and write about chaotic characters getting swoony in the meantime.

CURRENT PROJECTS

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CURRENT PROJECTS 〰️

I Think We’re Alone Now

Dual-POV grumpy x sunshine 90,000 word apocalypse rom-com. Currently querying!

Chrome Dynasty

In the idea/experimentation phase!

Desperate to beat her nepo baby reputation, Dasha must resist her charming mechanic and battle various oddball competitors to become the first woman to win 1999’s Monster Truck Grand Slam in Las Vegas.

FEATURING…..

  • Baby tees, VW bugs and millennial nostalgia

  • Forced proximity in the cab of a monster truck

  • Greasy hands on coveralls

  • Romantic picnic on proprietary dirt blend truck jump

  • Father-figure rivalry for affection

OTHER WACKADOODLE IDEAS I’M NOODLING ON

  • Sexy ski instructor x East Coast elite student

  • Ugly Betty + Max Verstappen Formula 1 fake dating romance

  • Slutty TV personality paranormal investigator falls for a ghost

Surviving the end of the world is bad enough. Finding out the last man on Earth thinks you’re insufferable is a whole new level of apocalyptic bad luck. 

FEATURING…..

  • Non-violent apocalypse vibes - or as my partner likes to say, “It’s Max Max, but nobody’s mad.”

  • Adorable furry sidekick along for the ride

  • A doubly horny meet cute

  • Witter banter out the wazoo

  • Road-trip shenanigans

  • Sexual tension while trapped inside a 20-ft fiberglass dinosaur

  • An ill-timed drunken rendition of “Drops of Jupiter”

  • Sex in an abandoned diner