She’s a trust fund misfit delivering DoorDash in a tutu. He’s a buttoned-up budget analyst with a grudge against glitter.
Eunice Hamilton is a former Manhattan socialite who traded high society for high heels and paintbrushes. Between deliveries, she reinvents herself daily in costume—from unicorns to rockstars—hiding her pain behind layers of tulle and sarcasm.
David Wright lives for rules, spreadsheets, and cereal without marshmallows. He’s saving every penny, sticking to the plan... until a pink-wigged unicorn crashes into him in the cereal aisle and flips his orderly world upside down.
When fate throws them together again (and again), what starts as a sketch on a page becomes something much harder to erase—an undeniable connection that neither of them saw coming. But love is messy, and both carry scars they’d rather keep hidden. Can two wildly different people learn to color outside the lines—and risk being truly seen?
Freakin’ Unicorns is a sparkling debut filled with laugh-out-loud banter, tender moments, and slow-burn romance. Perfect for fans of Katherine Center, Sally Thorne, and Emily Henry, this is a story for anyone who’s ever felt too much—and dared to hope anyway.
My first memory of a writing assignment should have been a signal to me that I would end up writing epic fantasy stories. I was tasked with a two paragraph story in second grade, and I filled two pages, front and back! My next memory of writing is a fun little story in sixth grade called Molly and the Terrible Day. It was a cast full of anthropomorphized kitchen items; the star, Molly, was a chipped cup (perhaps a Beauty and the Beast reference?). The villain was a blender, and the kitchen item in distress was a birthday candle. I printed it out (by hand!), bound it, and even gave it a hand drawn cover. So it shouldn't be a surprise that I eventually ended up becoming serious about writing stories, since I was obviously a child prodigy. High school and college gave me enough writing assignments about horribly boring things that I never had time for creative writing. Then I got married and started playing around with words again. I wrote a decorating blog for seven years, but then I started having kids, and time (along with sleep, and clean clothes) became a scarce and oh-so-precious commodity. Fast forward a few years, with a husband who never stopped encouraging me to write, and I finally just sat down and started writing. And the rest, as they say, is history. C.S. Lewis, who should be crowned supreme wordsmith of all time, said, "you can make anything by writing." That's what I love about writing. The possibilities. The characters that I end up falling in love with. The magic and the creativity. I'm so happy to have discovered something that I have such a passion for. I hope you enjoy reading my stories just a fraction as much as I have enjoyed writing them!