Marcus Tiberius had spent his life proving an Omega could lead an army, hardening himself into a General of ice and iron. He was a legend of the Empire, but his greatest threat arrived in chains.
Lysander Ironclaw was a barbarian king with a wolf's grin and eyes that saw right through Marcus's armor. Marcus was tasked with breaking him—turning the unyielding warrior into a trophy for the Emperor.
But in the suffocating dark of the cells, a lethal fire ignited between them. Marcus had been ready to die for Rome, but for the man who should have been his ruin, he was finally ready to burn the Empire to the ground.
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.