My parents used to leave me in the bookstore for an entire day instead of hiring a babysitter or leaving me home alone. Honestly, good books are the best babysitters. Nothing keeps a child from getting into trouble then a good book. But of course, I got into trouble. Big trouble.
I happened upon the romance novels, all lined up neatly with their colorful squat spines and titles scrawled in cursive. I would slink around that forbidden section, making sure no one was looking before sneaking away with one of those tasty taboo books. This was before 50 shades so it was mainly Harlequin tunics and corsets. Still, this was the start of my addiction, a guilty pleasure that would last for the rest of my life. I would hide in the bathroom of the store or the nonfiction section where no one would go with another book disguising the sultry half naked man that would give me away. Yes, I was a hypersexualized kid lol. Go figure.
Now, I’m a full-time registered nurse and whenever I get the chance I’m still devouring romance after romance. Especially when I get my hands on a real good book, things can get incredibly dangerous at the hospital! (That’s a joke. I love my patients!)
But recently, I've had these fantasies, these macho men parading around in my head, all sexy and dominant. I couldn't get them and their muscular bodies out of my mind! I knew I had to write them down or else.
So what started as a hobby writing short stories soon became a 70k full length novel and I realized I needed to share these incredibly hot alpha males with everyone. So I took the plunge and started working on getting it published. And now, after months of work, I finally released my first novel: Backseat With The Billionaire!
I couldn't believe it. This was my dream come true! That little girl in the bookstore never even thought this would've been possible. Yet, my book is out there and there are actual, real life people reading it! Now I can die happy! Just kidding.
Now, I hope I can keep writing and satisfying everyone’s fantasies, not just mine.
Side note: I like my cookies chewy and I've learned way too late in my life that I can microwave them for ten seconds to make them chewy again. I don't hate on crunchy, though. Cookies are cookies lol.