I recently finished the first draft for Red Lights, Black Hearts. I’ve wanted to finish this story for so long now because I knew how it would go. I knew how it was meant to be told, and I itched to do just that.
I’m not sure where to begin telling you all about this book. This story is raw and honest. It comes from a place within me. We all have those things we reflect on. Life and whatnot. It’s fiction in the most honest form. I left a piece of me with this book. In a good way. In a healing way. I’m excited and terrified to share it with all my readers, and my only wish is that you read it and grow with the story.
I started writing at a young age because it was therapeutic. I continued doing it because it fed my soul. Writing was always meaningful to me, and this book takes it back to the basics of my writing. I’m coming back to me.
And in the words of Hemingway, “There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter & bleed.”
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Darkness can be stained by light. Light can outshine the darkest of corners.
Behind a window in Amsterdam’s desired Red Light District, Samantha practices the art of seduction. Man after man, she controls them, seeking what they both want. But behind the façade of the glass, lies her truth waiting to be uncovered. An inner battle of light and dark takes place as Sam learns to release the past and truly live the beautiful tragedy that is life.
Red lights and black hearts collide in a tale of heart and soul.