Things would've been simpler if he were the only one gunning for Clemmons. As they raced to make it from LA to ATL in just four days, he found himself relying on a man with blood on his hands. There's a fiery passion between them that sends shivers down his spine. Will they manage to survive this treacherous journey? Or will the shadowy figures attempting to assassinate Clemmons bring them both down in a heart-pounding race against time?
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.