Billionaires in real life? I’d rather sit through a team-building retreat sharing fun facts about ourselves.

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But in fiction? I melt faster than white truffle butter on Wagyu steak.

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I write steamy romances as an escape from Monday mornings, meetings that should’ve been emails, and people who use “circle back” unironically.

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My heroes aren’t alpha-holes, just a bit emotionally unavailable until...

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You.