Nothing is impossible. I say that with the full weight of experience behind it. I’m a storm in motion—a woman who doesn’t wait for doors to open. I find ways to walk through walls if I must. Every mission I take on becomes personal, and this one—writing my first book was one of the most intense, emotional, sleepless missions of my life.

Turbulence of Desire was born during long nights and early mornings, many of them stretched all the way until 6:00 a.m. It meant nights without sleep, endless pages of notes, scribbles on napkins, writing pads stacked high, and my laptop always by my side. My closest companion during those hours? A notebook in one hand, and Starbucks in the other. Sleep was a luxury, but telling this story felt urgent. Necessary. Writing isn’t just an art form—it’s a commitment, a sacrifice, and a calling. I couldn’t stop until the story was out of me and alive on the page.

Before I became a published author, I spent years screenwriting—learning how to build scenes that breathe and characters that stay with you. But it was my life as a training flight attendant that gave this book its pulse. Traveling the world, living out of hotel rooms, and bonding with crews from all walks of life, I gathered stories and emotions from every corner of the globe. Some nights I stayed in with my thoughts, others I chased the chaos. And some mornings I woke up wondering what the hell happened the night before. That beautiful unpredictability became the soul of Turbulence of Desire.

Writing Turbulence of Desire wasn’t just a decision, it was a turning point. It meant choosing to step fully into my truth, my voice, and the kind of heat, chaos, and connection I knew existed beneath the surface of everyday life. This book is more than just a story; it’s a ride—wild, seductive, and deeply human. It’s the first chapter in what will become the Jetset Romance series, born from real experiences and raw emotion. Every scene carries a pulse, every character holds a truth, and every twist is rooted in something I’ve seen, felt, or lived through.

Writing isn’t easy—whether it’s a novel, a screenplay, or a note to someone who once held your heart. It takes nerve. It takes sacrifice. And it takes the kind of support that shows up when you’re running on no sleep, eyes burning from a glowing laptop screen, and heart wide open at 6:00 a.m. I had that support, and I had a fire that wouldn’t let me quit. If you’ve got something to say and the courage to say it, you don’t need perfect circumstances—you just need to start. And when the turbulence hits, remind yourself: You got this.

— L.J. Fowler