I write books shaped by survival, sharpened by truth, and unapologetically unfiltered.

My first book, Silence Was My First Language, is a memoir about growing up in a Bronx basement where silence wasn’t just a choice—it was a weapon. This is not a story about healing. It is a story about what it means to endure violence, betrayal, and abandonment when no one is coming to save you. It is raw, unflinching, and written for every person who was forced to carry their pain in silence.

The stories that followed are fiction, but they are built on real-world scars.

Selling Arteries to the Devil is a corporate thriller that exposes how ambition, corruption, and unchecked greed can infect the medical system from the inside out. It’s inspired by the world I know too well—where billion-dollar devices are launched on half-truths and lives become collateral damage.

The Jaguar follows a mother and child on a brutal journey from the slums of El Salvador to the edge of the American dream. It is a novel about love, sacrifice, and what it truly costs to seek safety in a world that has none to offer.

These books are not meant to comfort you. They are meant to confront you.
They ask hard questions, leave bruises, and speak for the ones who never had a chance to.

I don’t write for entertainment.
I write because silence almost killed me—and I refuse to let it win.