TC Lynndale

I grew up among the citrus trees and salt air of Florida, where stories were as common as thunderstorms and family ties run deep.  

Raised in a blue-collar family with roots stretching back to orange groves, I learned early on that resilience and heart were the cornerstones of any good life (and any good story). Summers were spent barefoot, climbing trees and riding bikes down dirt roads, while the grown-ups swapped stories over potluck dinners and folding chairs in the backyard.  

Books were a constant escape and a secret dream. With a lineage full of storytellers, veterans, and caretakers, it was only natural that one day I would start weaving tales of love, strength, and second chances. Drawing on the quiet dignity of working-class life, and the romance tucked between everyday moments, I write stories that feel like home: warm, genuine, and always a little sun-kissed.  

Though the name on the cover might belong to one, the voice behind the pen is shaped by many generations of grit, grace, and just a touch of Southern charm.