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to Of Vice and Virtue.

I've been quiet—not idle.

This story has been unfolding in the dark.

Of Vice and Virtue explores the thin, treacherous line between shadow and light—the place where obedience can become bondage, and rebellion can feel like salvation.

Inspired by Paradise Lost, Dante’s Inferno, The Screwtape Letters, and the apocalyptic tension of @laurathalassa's Horsemen series, this novel wrestles with a single question:

What does it mean to stay true to your own heart when the world offers only silence… or confounding clamor?

Expect: 🖤 Vices that tether ❤️‍🔥 Virtues that unsettle ⛈️ Storms that ask no permission

Thank you for stepping into the dark with me.

🎄✨ NEW CHRISTMAS STORY OUT NOW! ✨🎄

My Christmas Miracle Has His Father’s Eyes

This Christmas, Aria wished for true love… Instead, she opened her door to a baby with her DNA —and the eyes of a man she’s only seen in her dreams. 👶❄️

A mystery. A miracle. A destined love wrapped in snowfall.

If you love: ❤️ Emotional romance ❤️ Christmas magic ❤️ Secret father mystery ❤️ Heart-touching twists …this story is for YOU.

📖 Available Now On: ✨ MyFiction ✨ TapRead ✨ Dreame ✨ Webnovel ✨ More platforms coming soon!

Between the blood-bound men there existed a difference of styles where their tresses were concerned as well. The elder kept his hair cut close, favoring waves as an aesthetic alongside the beard. Laurent hadn't subscribed to that. Since the day he had been able to decide what to do with it if his own volition, he had worn his somewhat longer. His taper and faded edges had always been impeccable but the curls atop added something for him. Sometimes he laughed to himself when he remembered his mother talking about his ‘getting that wool on his head cut down’ as a kid. Any mention of wool invariably brought to mind the Bible and the description of Jesus’ hair. Because the two men were often unaffiliated, this comparison was a fallacy to be sure.

I am a regular, shitty, but pretty fucking awesome human,

I’ve seen things of beauty, and some damn right gruesome,

A young (ish) woman, who has fucked up a lot,

So imagine how many of life's lessons I've got.

Though I have been humbled, on several occasions,

The resilient idiot I am, just cracks on, bruised and brazen.

Still fucking up, of course, from time to time,

Though I do hope to make it, a less frequent habit of mine.

This novel ere, is a wanky catharsis for me,

A place to swaddle my self-doubt, in prose and to be.

I have lived many lives, of inconvenience and indulgence,

Not always have I thrived, but I can boast experience.

With failures to toast and wins to boast,

I do hope my words, will keep you engrossed,

I’ve circled the ditch and been in some scraps,

Situations from which, I thought I’d never come back.

What I can offer now, is a unique perspective.

And at the very least, you can read,

How not to do what this twat did.

I am so excited and grateful to announce that my new novel, “The Mind of a Heart” is in the publication process and will be released soon! I’m also incredibly grateful to my very dear friend, Bill Scannell, for designing the cover for this book! He had the vision of this cover long before I did and am so thankful for his talent, hard work and dedication to my book! Here’s a look at what the book…

I think I’ve had the best day that I’ve had in quite some time, at least as a writer, that is! I finally finished the edits on my new novel, “The Mind of a Heart.” This sweet story of mine has been on hold for quite some time and I sat for hours today to finish the last pieces of it and I couldn’t be more excited.   There have been a few roadblocks along my way of publishing this book. I had my…