As an author, words have always been my escape. In my mind, I’ve lived the many versions of happily ever afters I’ve written for the world to read. I’ve created swoon-worthy men who would do anything for the women they love. The worlds I’ve created have left women wishing the stories I’ve penned were real.
Yet my life outside the pages is void of romance and dictated by fear—something I have in abundance while my trust is scarce. I’m terrified of the horrors that could break me and avoid them at all costs.
But he found me anyway.