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For now, keep reading for sneak peaks of the next story from Moonie’s, and my upcoming full-length debut release!

(Super) Sneak peak of Our Favorite Songs

Return to the world of The Moonlight Café in Fall 2021 with Our Favorite Songs, a new queer karaoke novella which asks the important questions, such as: what happens when you get snowed in with the high school crush you haven’t seen in five years?

Chapter One

Aiden

“Of course,” Kai Andrews said as he sat down across from me. “It’s you.”

Kai Andrews.

Just sat down.

Across from me.

I did a quick memory check to make sure I wasn’t high.

Nope. The only depressant I’d consumed tonight was this just-okay IPA in front of me. And Kai Andrews was definitely still sitting at my table, snug against the back wall of Moonie’s, next to the sole window in the entire building. Which was mostly obscured by a large neon sign advertising Bud Light. It was the table where I was supposed to be meeting Penelope, my best friend, for our semi-annual let’s-get-drunk-and-laugh-at-people-doing-karaoke Moonie’s invitational.

Which my high school nemesis had definitely never, ever been invited to.

Sneak peak of Love & Other Disasters

Want more messy queers and non-binary love interests? Read on for a sneak peak of Love & Other Disasters, my full-length debut out from Forever Publishing in January 2022.

Chapter 1

Dahlia Woodson might have been shit at marriage, but she could dice an onion like a goddamn professional.

The first even slices, the cross hatching. The comfort in how logical and perfect it was. Dahlia had put in the work, onion after onion, until she could create consistent knife cuts every time. Until she trusted her hand, her knife, without having to think about it at all: fast and efficient and right.

When Dahlia stepped onto the set of Chef’s Special in Burbank, California on a Tuesday morning in late July, she thought about onions.

She certainly couldn’t focus on the mahogany floor under her feet, how it positively gleamed. Or how high the ceilings were, far higher than she had imagined, higher than seemed necessary. Like some sort of sports stadium. For food nerds.

And the lights—sweet holy Moses.

It felt like walking into an airport terminal after a long, cross-country flight: everything too fast, too loud, too full of new.

Except the set of Chef’s Special wasn’t new, not exactly. Dahlia had seen it before, back home on her TV set. But it was different in person. Her brain struggled to process that any of this was real, that this was actually happening.