Anna Addy writes stories about love the messy, complicated, heart-racing kind that keeps you up past midnight. Her novels are steamy, emotional, and filled with characters who feel like people you might actually know (or wish you did).

She didn't grow up near the ocean. She doesn't bake sourdough. She's never written a poem in her life. But she knows what it feels like to fall for someone when you least expect it, to hurt someone you love, and to fight like hell for a second chance.

Anna writes late at night, usually in sweatpants, usually after telling herself "just one more chapter" three hours ago. She believes in happy endings, but not the perfect kind the real kind. The kind where two people choose each other even when it's hard.

When she's not writing, she's reading, overthinking text messages, or laughing at her own jokes (which are, admittedly, hit or miss).

She lives somewhere ordinary, with people she loves, and a growing collection of notebooks she swears she'll use someday.