I threw my books out there as a series with very little romance and all paranormal. I was shocked at the amount of people who seemed to have been searching for a book like mine.
Fifteen years ago, I began to sketch the images that flooded my mind. My notebooks were a mess with doodles. My sketchbooks full of poorly drawn people. But there were two drawings that stuck out to me. I was thirteen years old, laying on the floor of my bedroom, listening Evanescence on repeat. My feet... Continue Reading →