Hi, there! As you might’ve guessed, my name is Aila. I’m so glad to meet you! I started my serious writing journey a few years ago. I published my first book: Sex, Love, and Technicalities, and then later its sequel: Sex, Love, and Formalities…and since the punishment of writing two books wasn’t enough, I wrote a third, a historical standalone titled Alabama Rain.
I’ve learned a thing or two along my journey—and I’m learning more every day. I thought I’d share those lessons with you, so pull up a chair, have a hot cup of coffee, and let’s navigate these often-murky waters of the self-publishing industry.
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Until we meet again, happy reading and happy writing! xoxo
About the Author
Aila Stephens owns approximately one billion socks, according to her husband. While she has a growing assortment of hot teas, her favorite is Lady Grey and she finds it to be beneficial when battling the ever-dreaded writer’s block.
Aila dreams of one-day visiting London and becoming besties with John Barrowman and Martin Freeman. She doesn’t like when people try to convince her that this will likely never happen. She calls those people delusional and refuses to invite them to her tea parties with Richard Ayoade and Noel Fielding, who she feels are already her best friends in spirit.
Aside from being a tea-loving Anglophile with an affinity for socks, Aila Stephens is a writer. She can easily be found in her natural habitat: in front of her laptop, listening to something you’ve probably never heard, and smiling like she’s just gotten away with murder—which as a writer, she feels she often does.
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