Bent, ya’ll. Fucking Bent.
This book pretty much wrote itself. I have so many, MANY feelings about the words in the pages here. You’ll laugh. And if you’re like me, you WILL cry. But I swear, you will get to your happily ever after at the end. But before you get there, I need to tell you a story. I never share about my personal life because … well, that’s personal and you’re here to read books and not hear about what I’ve gone through. You’re going to read scenes here, that will fuck with your heart, and your mind. And I need you to understand that they weren’t written gratuitously. Every page has intention. Every words has a meaning.
I hope you love reading it as much as I loved writing it. Even if it was a runaway book.