I have a problem. It’s a problem a lot of people have, especially those who struggle to believe in themselves. The strange thing is that confidence isn’t something I lack. It’s something I buried. I buried it a long time ago. As a child, I learned that confidence could make you a target. Joy could make people resent you. Strength could attract the wrong kind of attention. So I did what many survivors do: I hid the brightest parts of myself.

If you've ever wondered what Somewhere Aching is really about, this is it. A saga of emotional chaos, impossible choices, devastating consequences, and a love triangle that was doomed from the moment it began.

September was wonderful. A great day at the Smuttastic Book Fair in St. George We received much-needed rain here in our desert state, which always feels like a gift. I also attended a book fair down in St. George that was a great success. I was thrilled to sell quite a few complete sets of my series and even got to offer Book 4 of the Somewhere Aching series as a pre-release. Overall, September brought a lot of exciting wins. Of course, life always likes to keep things intere

It’s been raining cats and dogs my entire life. Not the cute kind. The kind that turns the ground to mud, floods the gutters, and leaves you soaked before you’ve even stepped outside. I’m burnt out. Not temporarily, not seasonally. Chronically. I haven’t slept well my entire adult life. I had four children in five years, which meant I was basically pregnant from nineteen to twenty‑four. Then came raising my adorable mob.

How many of us grew up crushing on the bad boy? I did. Through my teen years, I gravitated toward jerks—boys who objectified me, pushed boundaries, and treated me like a challenge instead of a person. I even spent years hopelessly in love with a stoner who dropped out of school to pursue a career in… being a pothead. Meanwhile, when I met my husband—a genuinely kind, respectful man—I instantly friend‑zoned him. He couldn’t possibly be my missing piece, right?

This weekend was a whirlwind — two full days at the 2026 St. George Smuttastic Book Fair, five hours of travel each way, and more conversations than my introvert heart was prepared for. I’m exhausted in the best possible way, and before I collapse into a well‑earned coma, I had to jump online and say thank you.

August was… a lot. The kind of month that makes you laugh, cry, and question your life choices all in the same afternoon.