Hi, I’m the Indecent Bookworm
I’ve been a book nerd basically my whole life, but romance is something I fell into later. Started out buried in YA in high school like a lot of people do, and at some point it just stopped doing it for me. So I went looking for something with more bite, and oh boy did I find it.
Now it’s why choose, monster romance, and dark romance pretty much around the clock. My family thinks I read a normal amount of books. They have no idea.
My first why choose was Madison Kate by Tate James. I went in with basically no idea what I was getting into, and by the end I was sitting there like… wait, she gets to keep all of them? That was allowed this whole time?? Absolutely feral about it. I tore through everything I could find after that.
Then monster romance got me through Ice Planet Barbarians. If you’ve read it, you already get it. If you haven’t, I genuinely cannot explain to you how a big blue alien rearranged my entire brain chemistry, but he did, and I’ve been chasing that high through dragons and orcs and demons ever since. No notes. No regrets.
Why I built this
Real talk? Nobody in my actual life reads romance. Not my friends, not my family, nobody. So when I finish something that completely guts me, I’ve got no one to call. No one to scream about the ending with, no one to receive my unhinged 1am rant about a fictional dragon. I got so sick of having all these thoughts and nowhere to dump them that I just built somewhere. So if you’ve ever shut a book and immediately needed to talk to literally anyone about it — hi, welcome, this is for you. I’ve got opinions for days and now I’ve got a place to put them.
The Trophy Shelf
Pretty much everything I read lives on my Kindle. But every now and then a book wrecks me so thoroughly that having it digitally just isn’t enough and I have to own the damn thing for real. Those earn a spot on the bookshelf. That’s the trophy shelf. It’s small and I’m extremely picky about it, so making the cut is the biggest compliment I’ve got.
Star sign
My brain
The boys
Also at home
Real talk: reading is genuinely a kind of therapy for me. I’ve got a background in counseling, so I think I’m just wired to read for the feelings — I dive into these romance worlds because I want to feel things. The longing, the devotion, the messy beautiful chaos of people falling for each other. Getting to feel real emotions through fictional relationships is the entire point for me, and I will never be embarrassed about it. Neither should you.
So think of this whole place as a no-judgment zone. Whatever you read, whatever does it for you, however “unhinged” the trope — there’s genuinely zero shame here. We’re all just here to feel something. One thing I mean with my whole heart, though: your mental health matters more than any book. If a story starts taking you somewhere that hurts, please take care of yourself first — put it down, step away, come back later, or don’t. The book will keep. You matter more than finishing it.