About Me
Romance author. Professional overthinker. Collector of dogs, tea, hot sauce, and unfinished research rabbit holes. I can explain trauma theory, plot a murder, grow tomatoes, and make jambalaya from scratch, sometimes all in the same afternoon.
I live somewhere at the intersection of:
- Southern porch goblin
- competent apocalypse auntie
- and “the woman in town people quietly consult when things get weird.”
I like men who can:
- communicate in complete sentences
- possess opinions about dinner
- and understand that emotional intelligence is, in fact, sexy.
Current hobbies include:
- yelling at my tomato plants to stop becoming sentient
- buying dangerously smoky hot sauce from suspicious locations
- reading thrillers that emotionally destabilize me
- and trying to negotiate labor terms with my endocrine system.
I am deeply romantic, highly analytical, impossible to bullshit, and aggressively loyal to my people.
Ideal First Date
Bookstore. Tacos. Maybe a ghost tour. Absolutely no burpees.
Green Flags
- Kind to animals
- Reads for pleasure
- Can cook at least one thing well
- Understands “I’m not mad, I’m overstimulated”
- Will hand me snacks before attempting problem-solving
Dealbreakers
- Thinks therapy is fake
- Says “I don’t care” to every question
- Uses “alpha male” unironically
- Owns a podcast mic and a superiority complex
- Thinks Crystal is the only acceptable hot sauce 😏
Most Controversial Opinion
Cheese belongs on the bottom of tacos for structural integrity.
And yes, I can defend this thesis.
You can check out my darker alter ego Harper Jackson for romantic suspense and my lighter one Kait Flynn for shorter KU first romantic fiction.