Let’s be clear: being a spicy rom-com author is not for the faint of heart. It’s for the emotionally unstable gremlins who thrive on caffeine, chocolate, and writing sentences that would make their grandmothers spontaneously combust.

Here’s a peek inside the chaotic, highly inappropriate, and occasionally mandatory pajama day of writing hot people falling in love with lots of banter and just enough trauma to make it hurt a little.

1. Every Day Starts With Regret (and Coffee)

Wake up. Drink coffee. Re-read what I wrote the night before. Stare in horror at the phrase "throbbing want." Google synonyms for "thrust."

Cry. Then rewrite everything using only words that would get me kicked out of a Catholic book club.

2. Rom-Com Plots Are Just Vibes and Chaos

No, I don't know how they ended up sharing a suite with only one bathtub. Yes, I know the cottage scene was emotionally scarring. No, I will not be removing the vibrator incident.

Plot holes? Love, those are just emotional detours.

3. My Search History Is a Federal Offense

"How long can you kiss before passing out?" "Can a Navy SEAL get emotionally wrecked by a woman in yoga pants?" "Sexy synonyms for 'moan' that won’t make readers throw their Kindle."

Google is tired of my nonsense. My FBI agent deserves a raise.

4. Spice Level: Spiritually Flammable

Writing steamy scenes requires:

• Mood lighting
• A playlist called "Make Out or Die Trying"
• The complete suspension of reality

Do I pause to reread a line out loud and cringe-laugh at myself? Constantly. Do I still keep it? Absolutely. Because the characters said it, not me. Probably.

5. Nothing Is Sacred. Especially Not Towel Scenes.

If you're picturing me typing calmly in a peaceful office, LOL no. I'm hunched over a laptop, typing like a raccoon in heat because the hot guy with rock solid abs walked out of the bathroom in a low slung towel and she is NOT okay.

Neither am I.

6. Release Day Is Just Crying in Glitter

You launch the book. You hit publish. You cry. You hit refresh 8,000 times. You forget to eat. You reread your own scenes like a deranged fangirl.

Then you open a bottle of champagne and start writing the next one like nothing happened.

Final Thought: We’re Not Okay. And We’re Writing About It Anyway.

Being a spicy rom-com author means living in a constant state of emotional whiplash, keyboard sweat, and "Is this too much?" followed by "Nope, not enough."

We’re the disaster romantics. The tension architects. The chaos goblins of Kindle Unlimited.

And we wouldn’t have it any other way.