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Dorothy
Dorothy, your New England–born sassafras—spicy, stubborn, and here to ruin your expectations. I bartend on the side, mostly so I can pretend I’m social and cool. I have a cat I’m emotionally co-dependent on (and would literally die if he ever chose Dad as his favorite person). I speak fluent sarcasm, cry at dog commercials, and maintain that cold brew qualifies as a personality trait. I’d commit heinous crimes for a good bacon, egg, and cheese.
When I’m not devouring romance novels, I dabble in sci-fi, women’s contemporary fiction, historical fiction, fantasy, and the occasional porn star biography. Fun fact: once, while drunk at Harrah’s in Atlantic City, I grinded on Pauly D—a peak Millennial moment that still haunts my family lineage.