I’ve often asked myself this: why do we dive so deep into stories of love, longing, and lust? And more importantly, why do we come back to them again and

Reading isn’t just about passing time; it’s about discovering parts of yourself you didn’t even know were waiting to surface. Romance books are everywhere. Some are sweet, some are heartbreaking,

There are moments in life when a story isn’t just read, it’s felt. It touches your heart, digs into your vulnerabilities, and gives you the courage to confront what once

I’ve always believed that desire is not something to be hidden, shamed, or dressed up in borrowed words; it’s raw, it’s human, and it belongs to women as much as

I’ve always been fascinated by the way stories shape the way we see love, and more importantly, ourselves. Growing up, many of us absorbed predictable narratives: the dashing hero rescues

Love isn’t just a feeling; it’s a story we tell ourselves. And sometimes, that story is influenced by the books we read. As the author of Undamage Me…Jack, I’ve seen