People have asked me why I write romance without the spice. And the answer is actually pretty simple:

I love a good swoon.

Like…the kind of romance that hits you in the chest, makes you grin like an idiot, and keeps you flipping pages because the emotions are all consuming. The longing, the tension, the banter, the almost-kisses that feel like they set the kindle on fire? That’s my favorite kind of love story.

And honestly? My biggest reason sits at my kitchen island every night.

My 16-year-old reads every single chapter I write. Start to finish. He gives me notes, he tells me what works, he tells me when a character’s name sounds “off”, and I treasure every second of it. This season of life — where my husband and my boys want to hear what I wrote that day — it’s special. It’s rare. And I’m not about to miss it by telling them, “Uh…ear muffs for this next part.”

I wanted to write stories I could share with my family. Stories full of heart and humor and slow-burn tension that still makes grown women giggle. Stories that focus on connection, not steam. Stories that make you feel something…without making you hide the book when your kid walks by.

So that’s why.

I write swoony, emotional, no-spice romance — because I get to write the kind of love that starts conversations at my dinner table, makes my boys laugh, and lets my husband look at me like he’s pretty sure he just married a storyteller.

And I wouldn’t change that for anything.