Hi, I’m Lynne Leslie.
Mom. Wife. Iced coffee addict. Certified hot mess. Full-time walking disaster. Fluent in sarcasm, fueled by tacos, and powered by glitter, spite, and smut.
I write gritty, emotionally chaotic romance that doesn’t pull punches and refuses to stay in one lane. My books are a blend of steamy romance, dark twists, emotionally damaged characters, and more against-the-wall moments than the health code recommends.
If you love morally gray men, angst that hurts so good, and steamy scenes that break furniture (and maybe your soul), then you’re in the right place.
When I’m not elbow-deep in fictional heartbreak or building a found family of feral characters, I’m usually curled up with my real one watching movies, stealing all the snacks, and pretending I don’t have a pen addiction.
Seafood is gross, beach sand is personal betrayal, and Tom Hardy is a religious experience.
