Welcome to my little sliver of the internet. I’m Jessica.

I write obsessive and gut-wrenching romance novels, which is code for “I like to put my characters (and my readers) through hell before allowing them to finally be together.” I sound like a super-cool villain with a psychotic streak, but in reality my life is very ordinary, drama-free, and probably boring to anyone watching. (Which would be weird. And creepy.)

I married my high school sweetheart, and a few years ago he built me a library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. When that happens you know you’ve met your soul mate. I’ve dreamed of being an author since I was six and wrote my first “book,” which was ten pages long, about a girl named Mary getting lost in the woods. (It was never published, fortunately, so spoiler: she was eventually rescued.)

My best writing is done at that giant roll top desk, epic music blaring so I feel like I’m basically watching a movie in my head. In another life, I would live in England in a sprawling manor house with hidden passages and secret stairways and three libraries, but for now, I’m content with my old brick farmhouse in the midwestern United States.