The Server Doesn't Even Feel it. And neither does its owner. Just the mention of "AI" in the queer community sparks some serious feels. If you're like me, you get this icy spike of fear in your chest because even a whiff of it can damage your brand. I've seen it. So much so, that I feel the need to post comments about who I paid for what cover or who draws my manga pages. I have to disclose how I use Daz3D, my Kamva Pro Pen Display, Photoshop, and Stock Images, just to stave

There’s a spell in Shadow Veil that promises relief, not salvation. It doesn’t roar or burn. It whispers. It offers numbness where love once hurt, control where desire once ruled. Cait knows she should turn away. Instead, she leans closer, heart thudding, magic coiling, wanting something she can’t name. Dark fae bargains. Dangerous longing. A choice that feels good right up until it doesn’t. Some stories haunt us because part of us wants them to be true.

Some days you don’t need a reading list. You need a mood match.

I haven’t posted in a while. Life has been loud. Between surgeries, family crises, and getting my latest book ready, the days have been coming in sideways. But that isn’t why I’m writing today. I’m writing because I have lost faith in our republic. When I was growing up and even as recently as six years ago, I believed this was the best country on earth. I worked hard. I raised a family. I built a life. I believed, imperfect as it was, that the system bent toward accountabili