“She writes these highly romanticized everyday life love stories with these over the top, racially diverse alpha heroes and introverted but weirdly spirited heroines that have absolutely no business being together but have history so they can’t stay away from each other.”
From Ghost Writer to Centre Stage
Alexandra’a story
WHO AM I? Canada girl, born and raised by West Indian parents, Trinidad and Tobago. WHAT DO I WRITE? Alpha hero romance stories and the women who can love them. WHAT ELSE DO I DO? I’m an English professor and early childhood educator. HOW DO I ZEN? Hot coffee and a long drive so I can listen to a podcast or an audiobook. MY MESSIEST LIFE MOMENT? Coming upon my husband of 22 years …. read more
Alexandra is also The Hygge Writer, and her QUIETribe is her ever increasing followers of readers and writers who believe living a quiet comfortable life is beautiful.
WHAT ON EARTH IS HYGGE and a hygge writer life!?
Pronounced “Hoogah” hygge is the Danish concept of comfort and a comfortable lifestyle.
A hygge writer craves to write in comfortable places about comfortable things, whatever that is, is personal to the writer … read more
Sweet sixteen and never been kissed? Try twenty-five and never orgasmed!
EVIE PENNYWORTH has trust issues, so ends up choosing all the wrong men to save herself disappointment when the relationship inevitably goes South.
Except when it comes to JASON MADDOX, the hot SEAL that’s always there to save her ass and call bullshit on her latest screw up.
With Maddox, there will be orgasms if she can just let go and trust him.
Story except
“I’ve never had an orgasm, Jason.”
Maddox stared down at her. Did she just say that, or was that his memory from the last time? The last time she had peeled off her dress and unhooked her bra then stood there, all perfect tits and high heels, and no fucking panties … they were in her hair.
Evie blinked. “Bet you didn’t know that about me, even though you watch everything I do. It’s my big secret. Well, that and I love to grind. It gets me so hot and bothered but so far not a lot of men know what to do with that.” He stared at her. Words fucking defied him.
“Shhhh. Don’t tell,” she stroked her hand over his chest.
