I had this idea about a group of men; My age which is fifty (-something if one counts, which one mostly doesn't). Strong, handsome, but with a history and for various reasons finding themselves not without partners but unattached. What would it take for them to fall? What kind of women would be strong enough to handle guys like that?

Then I sat down to write.
I didn’t deliberately try to create a specific kind of books or copy what’s already written, and let me tell you; the men in my life who upon occasion plants their behinds on their Harleys would laugh if I tried for full-blown biker romance (although they do provide input in the form of, “Babe. No one says fu%k that often, not all men have big di%#s, and what’s your thing with long hair anyway?” To which I respond, “I beg to differ, I know, and what can I say? It’s hot.”).
Anyway. The truth is as simple as I am – God knows I have a head full of stories and no clue what I’m doing, so I just write whatever comes to my mind and the only thing I aim for are things I’d like to read myself.

So there they were; my calm warrior, the one who always was too pretty, the solid but just a bit dirty man and the restless charmer. And it hurts to say goodbye, but all good (or bad according to some, LOL) things come to an end, so the final story is now live.

Here he is, Oscar Mackenzie.
My Mac.

I hope you enjoy.

XO/Mia