At least that is what people tell Zander. He has spent a lifetime trying to bleach the scent of "monster" from his skin. His adoptive father’s words were the first seeds of a parasitic shame. Now they have matured into a forest he cannot escape.
His father was a bitter and ruthless man. Zander always stayed under his thumb. He was even forced to tell an innocent lie that sent his best friend to jail.
Vadim went to jail, but he came back.
Now Vadim is back from the dark. He is not looking for a lawyer. He is looking for blood. Zander’s blood.
But one steamy night has turned Zander’s love into a terminal obsession. Zander needs to figure it out. Is he trying to lead Vadim toward the light? He is unaware that some things only thrive in the damp and suffocating dark.
And what happens when his father finds out?
I’ve always been a storyteller, though my first real studio was a basement fort that my mom eventually made me tear down. Honestly, I’m still not over it.
These days, I’ve traded the fort for the sidelines. I write sports romance now, specifically the kind where the characters have to fight like hell for their ending. I’m not really into the fairy-tale version of love. I prefer the messy, high-stakes, overtime kind of stories that feel a bit more like real life.
When I’m not writing, I’m usually deep into a cup of coffee and a bag of Cheetos Puffs. And yes, Puffs are objectively better than Crunchy. It's a texture thing and I'm prepared to defend that. I’m a fan of American Beauty, artistic vibes, and stories that stay with you long after the game is over.
Come hang out in the huddle with me.