I'm not a writer, I just tell stories....

First and foremost, if you’re reading this—thank you, truly, from the bottom of my heart.

I love telling stories. I also consider myself a professional people-watcher, an overthinker, and someone who has probably asked “What if?” far more times than is reasonable.

I’ve always been curious about people. I wonder what secrets they keep, why they make the choices they make, and how they act when no one is watching. Eventually, all that curiosity started turning into stories, and I decided it was probably better to put them on paper than continue having entire conversations with imaginary people in my head.

I’ve self-published five novels, a novella, and four children’s books. Most of my novels are psychological thrillers, because apparently, my imagination prefers asking, “What the hell?”

My children’s books come from a much sweeter place and let me play with imagination, wonder, and the simple joy of a good story. Let's face it, they are mostly Christmas books.

I don’t consider myself a professional writer, actually, far from it. I’m a storyteller. I have stories that show up in my head, refuse to leave, and eventually demand to be written down. I'm happiest when I'm creating a character who surprises me, writing twists and turns I didn't see coming, and taking a perfectly innocent idea, letting it take a very dark turn.

 If I can surprise you, keep you turning pages way past bedtime, or make you look at a character and wonder, “Would I do that?” then I’m happy. More so than if all my commas are in the correct place. LOL.

Again, thank you for being here. I’m so glad our paths have crossed.