I just need a chance.
That's what I tell myself anyway, kneeling before the pentagram. Broke, cold, and hungry, it's my last chance to have a real life-- the kind of life I dreamed of, that seems to have slipped through my fingers. But when I come face-to-face with a true demon lord, the price of that life is laid out in stark relief. Can I truly bear an heir for him? And why does my body crave it so much?
Autorentext
I write the kind of stories I wish I had been able to read growing up-- stories with heart, with real characters and real emotions, that also deliver steamy scenes that don't just fade to black.
I want my stories to crackle with tension, and I want to bring you along as it gets resolved in ways that leave you gasping for breath.
I want them to make you want to keep reading, to see what happens next. I hope they make you come back again and again to revisit them. I hope they linger in your mind for days after.
I hope you like them. I've certainly enjoyed writing them.