By day, I'm devouring stories of passion and adventure. By night, I'm creating my own. My skates are an extension of my feet, and the dance floor is where I translate the romance from my books into a language my body understands. The electricity of a gaze held a moment too long, the solid weight of a well made book, and the freedom of dancing like no one is watching. Small talk, broken skate wheels, and anyone who tries to turn off my spark.