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Age is just a number... and so is a body count.
This marriage was supposed to be simple. A target. A timeline. A story.
I was never supposed to want Asher Jameson.
Five years younger, a famous snowboarder with millions of fans, he showed up the day after I sealed my vows and slowly became everything I didn't know I needed. My soulmate in a best friend.
Until he went distant.
Now we're all heading to Veilarath, the winter island where folklore runs deeper than the snow. I should be happy when my husband tells me Asher is coming. But he doesn’t come alone. He brings his new fiancée.
🖤Mafia Romance
🖤Possessive MMC
🖤Enemies-to-Lovers
🖤Forbidden Romance
🖤Married FMC
🖤Toxic Romance
🖤Reverse Age-gap
🖤Obsessed MMC
🖤He's famous
KIA ORA
I’m the one who’s terrible at short bios—because my life doesn’t come in neat paragraphs. It comes in bite marks, late nights, and a laptop that knows too much. These days I stay home more, tucked into the chaos I actually like: four teenagers, my tatted-up husband, cats with attitude problems, a husky with a god complex, and me—bleeding words like it’s a survival skill. I’m less polished introvert and more feral cat that learned how to type.
I crossed the sea from Aotearoa to Australia twelve years ago, and we made the Whitsundays our forever home. I’ve been writing and publishing since 2015, winging it since my teenagers were babies—building worlds in the cracks of everyday life and calling it a career because there was never any other option.
I have a soft spot for the flawed, the unhinged, the misunderstood—the ones everyone warns you about. I break every character who dares stroll through my head: red flags, broody silences, sharp mouths, bad decisions. Don’t worry. They survive. And they always swing back. I’ve got bruises to prove it.
I like music you won’t hear on the radio, coffee with condensed milk, my asshole cats, my terrifyingly protective family, and girlfriends who feel more like sisters. I leave everything to the last minute and somehow still make it land—usually on fire.
I’m a connoisseur of dark, twisted romance. I found my home among readers and authors who live on the darker side of life.
If that’s you… welcome.
E WHAKAHĪHĪ ANA HE MAORI AHAU, ME MANA WAHINE TUPUNA. KO TUHOE TE IWI.
KIA ORA!
I’m the one who’s terrible at short bios—because my life doesn’t come in neat paragraphs. It comes in bite marks, late nights, and a laptop that knows too much. These days I stay home more, tucked into the chaos I actually like: four teenagers, my tatted-up husband, cats with attitude problems, a husky with a god complex, and me—bleeding words like it’s a survival skill. I’m less polished introvert and more feral cat that learned how to type.
I crossed the sea from Aotearoa to Australia twelve years ago, and we made the Whitsundays our forever home. I’ve been writing and publishing since 2015, winging it since my teenagers were babies—building worlds in the cracks of everyday life and calling it a career because there was never any other option.
I have a soft spot for the flawed, the unhinged, the misunderstood—the ones everyone warns you about. I break every character who dares stroll through my head: red flags, broody silences, sharp mouths, bad decisions. Don’t worry. They survive. And they always swing back. I’ve got bruises to prove it.
I like music you won’t hear on the radio, coffee with condensed milk, my asshole cats, my terrifyingly protective family, and girlfriends who feel more like sisters. I leave everything to the last minute and somehow still make it land—usually on fire.
I’m a connoisseur of dark, twisted romance. I found my home among readers and authors who live on the darker side of life.
If that’s you… welcome.
E WHAKAHĪHĪ ANA HE MAORI AHAU, ME MANA WAHINE TUPUNA. KO TUHOE TE IWI.
