Two years ago
today yesterday, I published Loving Ashe and life hasn’t been the same. I love all my book babies and this one especially. Loving Ashe made me believe that I could actually make my one true passion work and that being that absent-minded girl who made up stories wasn’t something to be ashamed of.
From childhood onward, stories have saved me when times were tough – both reading them and making them up. I just realized last month while writing out a new author bio on Amazon that all my heroines have that “little match girl” spirit to them, only this time, she doesn’t freeze to death after she lights all her matches.
She makes it out. She lives happily ever after.