The Claymore and Surcoat

Scotland, 1599 . . . He abandoned her. She had failed to be enough for him. The empty space he left behind hollowed out her heart, and she wondered what to do with the rest of her life. ~ Dawning by Olivia Stocum

I’ve taken my bio out and replaced it with this post. The original bio was written by a woman fed to rules until her stomach was ready to burst. A woman who was taught she should jump through hoops to impress all the right people.

That woman no longer exists. You see, she woke up one morning and realized butt-kissing left a sour taste in her mouth, so she spat out the taste, and vomited up the expectations, and started following her own path.

I don’t write formula romance.

I never have. Well, I tried once, but…