Happy early morning, lovely readers! 

It's 3 AM and I'm wide awake, which apparently is my brain's way of announcing that vacation time is officially over. The last two months have been... well, let's call it a complete life renovation. You know those moments when everything you thought you wanted suddenly feels like wearing someone else's clothes? That was me, realizing I needed to tear down my entire world and rebuild it from scratch. 

So I did exactly that. Gave up everything—and I mean everything—to chase after what I actually needed instead of what I thought I should want. Turns out, the universe has this annoying habit of being right about what's best for me, especially when it comes to the whole "you're terrible at being alone" thing. No matter how hard I try to embrace the single life, fate keeps laughing and tossing love right back at me. I've officially given up fighting it. 

The good news? All that chaos led me exactly where I needed to be. I've traded city lights for towering trees, loneliness for genuine community, and that restless feeling for something that actually feels like home. Who knew that everything I was searching for was waiting in the woods? 

Of course, just when I got settled into this new chapter, my body decided to remind me who's really in charge. My body shut down and was consumed by aches and pains. Dizziness struck so bad that I couldn't even open my eyes without thinking I was looking at a broken film reel. So, to the hospital I went. Confirming what I probably should have guessed—I've got a case of the plague. The modern version, anyway. Covid... seriously? I thought this was over and gone. Not so much.

But here's the silver lining to this particular cloud: forced quarantine means no distractions, no excuses, and absolutely nowhere to run when my characters start demanding attention. I haven't touched my laptop in three days, and I swear the sequel to Dangerous Devotion has been giving me guilt trips from across the room. 

So consider this my official announcement: I'm cracking my knuckles, opening my laptop, and diving back into the world that's been patiently waiting for me to get my life sorted out. My muse and I are about to make up for lost time, and honestly? This isn't exactly the worst way to be forced back into a writing routine. ;-)  

Time to get back to work, loves. These stories aren't going to write themselves! 

XOXO,

Sloane