I Never Meant to Write a Love Story

How my real-life misadventures, emotional entanglements, and the unexpected charm of a dog walker turned into a romantic book series.

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I didn’t set out to write a love story.
Not the kind you’d find on a bookstore shelf, wrapped in glossy covers with swoony blurbs and the promise of a happy ending.

I wasn’t chasing tropes. I wasn’t trying to create the next book boyfriend.

I was just living.
Sometimes laughing. Often fumbling. Always feeling — maybe more than I should’ve.

And somewhere along the way — between the heartbreaks, the beautiful almosts, the laughter with friends that echoed long after the night ended, and the mornings spent wondering if I’d ever get it right — a story started forming.

No.
A series started forming.

The Real Behind the Fiction

The title might make you smile. Or scoff. Or sigh.

But for me, it’s personal.

Beautiful Men is not just about handsome faces or cinematic kisses. It’s about the men who surprised me. The ones I tried not to fall for. The ones I never stopped thinking…