Currently navigating out a slightly overdue quarter-life crisis—one romance novel at a time. Once a die-hard fantasy fan, now a hopeless contemporary romance addict, I’m rarely spotted without my Kindle (or casually ‘browsing’ in a bookstore). You can often find me diving into the latest A.D. Wrae book in the genre of women’s fiction, sharing bookish memes on Instagram, and swooning over fictional men.
Kind of like Batman, I lead a double life—minus the crime-fighting, gadgets, and secret lairs (unless coffee shops count?). By day, I’m a Senior Copywriter, dodging deadlines, wrestling with briefs, and sparring with feedback. But 98% of the time, I’m living my other life as A.D. Wrae, an aspiring author of romance novels and women's fiction. That means writing, plotting, editing, and overthinking everything. Trust me, it’s intense...just with fewer capes and a lot more coffee.
When I’m not crafting steamy romance novels as A.D. Wrae, you’ll find me breaking a sweat the fun way—on horseback, serving my partner a reality check on the tennis court, or very mindfully kayaking European lakes. But let’s be real, I have a few other favorite ways to hit those cardio goals. I've also recently discovered that watching hockey gets my heart rate going. Because hey, healthy heart rates come in all forms, right?
My debut novel, a standalone contemporary romance by A.D. Wrae, is a love letter to self-discovery, unexpected passion, and the thrill of exploring boundaries. Yes, it’s spicy, and yes, it’s full of those pulse-racing moments we all secretly love. But beyond the steamy scenes, this romance novel also delves into something deeper—a celebration of women feeling safe enough to embrace their own desires, with no shame or judgment attached. Because while it may be 2024, society’s still got some catching up to do when it comes to respecting women’s bodies and our autonomy.
I’m not one for labels, but I do believe in a future where conversations about consent, pleasure, and choice are as natural as any other. I dream of a world where we all live life on our own terms, one where my future daughter can grow up knowing her worth and that her choices in women’s fiction are hers alone.