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Hey Love Letter Collectors ,

June was filled with the kind of moments that remind me this journey is about so much more than writing books. It was about community, connection, and celebrating stories with the people who continue to make this dream possible.

One of the biggest highlights of the month was releasing Chanel's Interlude into the world. Returning to Chanel's story and watching so many of you embrace this novella has been incredibly rewarding....

Hey Love Letter Collectors ,

May was everything I hoped it would be and more.

This month reminded me why I started this journey in the first place. I had the incredible honor of being a featured author at Black Romance Book Fest in Atlanta, Georgia, and my heart is still full from the experience. From meeting readers who have embraced my stories, to connecting with fellow authors, content creators, and industry professionals, every moment felt like a...

Hey Love Letter Collectors ,

April felt like stepping fully into alignment. I celebrated my 32nd birthday with so much love and light, and I’m so happy to share some of my brightest moments with you.

Something new is on the horizon Collateral Love is coming May 20th.

Here is a sneak peek:

I didn’t go to Zayden’s house looking for him.

That was the lie I told myself when I turned down his...

Did February feel soft and sweet… or like it flew by in a blink? Either way, I’m so grateful you’re here with me.

This month felt special and tender. It was a full circle month for me because a release I’ve been holding close to my heart is finally out in the world, and the love you’ve shown me continues to remind me why I do this.

It’s here.

Bulletproof Love officially released this month, and I am still sitting in awe.This is the first book in the Crestwood Chronicles, and...

Is it just me, or did January sneak right past us? Either way, I’m glad you’re here with me as we close it out. This month was full of excitement, growth, and a few wow, this is really happening moments. Thank you for riding with me, cheering for me, and showing up the way you always do. I can’t wait to share what’s next.

Hey Love Letter Collectors

So here is the truth.

Becoming Sefi is already getting on my nerves in the best way. These characters are waking me up in the middle of the night like I owe them rent. Sefi is pacing, trying to hide her feelings, and Nelson is pretending he is not obsessed. Tasha is side-eyeing everybody. The whole cast is loud, and I love it.

And now that the playlist is finished, this story finally has a soul, a vibe, and a whole personality.

Here is the link so you can jam with me:

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One of the most powerful things about the gift of literacy is the ability to be transported by words.

There’s something magical about reading or listening to a story and building the images in your own mind. That process makes me feel ten times more connected to characters, and it builds a deep empathy that stays with me long after the last page.

Through books, I’ve learned so much about mental health representation, about experiences far from my own, but also ones that echo my reality.

As...

If you know me, you know it’s no secret: I am an Alexandria House STAN!

Like, no shame, all caps, full chest stan.

When I launched Beauty, Brains, and Books Book Club, her book Goal was one of the first books I chose. And whenever someone asks me where to start with contemporary romance, whether they’re new to the genre or finding their way back, I always say, “Start with Alexandria House.”

Why?

Because in her books, Black women are being loved loudly and unapologetically.

The representation is...

Hey Love Letter Collectors ,

I wanna get deep for a second.

I wrote Three Months in Accra at one of the darkest points of my life. For five years, I was the Executive Director of an organization I loved. But I left. I left because my health was taking a nose dive. Even though the work was fulfilling, the cost was too high on my mental, my physical, and my emotional well-being.

And while it was 100% my choice to leave, I was grieving. Grieving the six-figure salary. Grieving the friendships that...