I'm a mom of four and a menace with a pen. Most days I'm flirting shamelessly with my husband, surviving on Coke Zero and chaos, and daydreaming about morally gray men with broken pasts and good hearts. My mind's a revolving door of plot twists, thirst traps, and flashbacks I turn into fiction. I cut my teeth on stolen romance novels—ripped from my grandma's shelf like treasure. Fabio's flowing hair, a damsel in distress, danger on every page? Hooked. That was the start. But I didn't want the fairytales—I wanted the scars, the fire, the fight. I write for the ones who've been through it. The ones who've crawled out of dark places with blood on their knuckles and softness still in their hearts. My characters carry trauma, baggage, and bite—but they still bloom. Like wildflowers growing through pavement. My vibe? 90s grunge, LOTR marathons, tattoos that tell stories, and an emotional support chicken named Frodo who thinks she's a badass—and honestly, she is. If you ever see yourself in one of my characters, just know: that wasn't an accident. I wrote them for the fighters, the feelers, the ones who keep showing up. I wrote them for you. Always you. Tuesday James lives in Texas with husband and four children.