Why I Write Messy Love Stories…
(And Why They Still Deserve Happy Endings)
Let me tell you something about the way I see love: it is rarely neat. It is layered, confusing, sometimes ugly, and often shaped by things we never got to choose. Family history. Trauma. Money. Survival.
That is why my characters do not move through the world like they live in a fluffy rom-com. They are trying to heal, trying to hustle, trying to love, and trying not to lose themselves in the process.
The Truth Behind The Chaos
A lot of my stories are filled with:
Bad decisions made with good intentions
People who stay longer than they should
Loyalty that looks a lot like self-sacrifice
Love that has to grow up in order to survive
On the surface, it might look like “drama.” Underneath, I am really writing about:
Attachment
Abandonment
Fear of being replaced
The way trauma shapes what we think we deserve
I pull from real life. My own experiences. Stories I have witnessed. The way I have watched people hold on to love even when it hurts.
Why They Still Get A Shot At Love
Even when my characters are wrong, I try not to judge them. I let them be human. I let them make choices that make you want to throw the book across the room and then pick it back up to see what happens next.
But I also believe in:
Growth
Accountability
Therapy, if they are ready
Friends and family who tell them the truth
The possibility of choosing differently the second time around
That is why my stories hold space for happy endings, or at least hopeful ones, even when the route to get there is messy.
What I Want You To Feel When You Read
When you read a Tysha Jordyn book, I want you to:
See pieces of yourself or someone you know
Feel called out in a gentle way
Laugh, clutch your chest, and side-eye your Kindle
Root for people who are trying to break cycles they never asked to be born into
Close the book feeling like “That was messy, but I get it”
If you have ever loved someone you knew was not perfect, stayed when you should have left, or walked away and still wondered “What if,” then my stories are for you.
Messy love is still real love. It just has more work to do.
