It was just another summer day in June of 2025, when I grabbed my iPad and began jotting down notes to make a book about my life.

For twenty years - my life was filled with hurt, heartbreak, and chaos. Some moments filled with tears, others filled with laughing till I couldn’t breathe.

The notes on my iPad created a book. A book that is now 18,728 words and 128 pages available on Kindle Direct Publishing.

I wanted to continue to live anonymously. So, I created - Carolina Jules Beacon (CJ). A pen name as one memoir, spun into a three-part book series, turned into another book, turned into another, and my mind only started writing a month ago. Who knows what other stories my mind will create?

I write from a small beach town where the past feels a little quieter and the healing finally feels possible. Myrtle Beach, South Carolina — to be exact. She spends her days sitting at dive bars where she’s become a regular, with her diary, and her Spotify playlist of sad songs that got her banned from the jukebox.

Five ten.

Brown curly hair, sun-highlighted blonde.

Tan skin, soft to the touch from being slightly sunburnt.

Always in a bikini and a 3 XL t-shirt.

She just wants to blend into the background of everyone else’s life.

songs to make you dance or fall in love playlist:

sad songs playlist that got me banned from the jukebox (twice):

I would love for you to leave a comment below if this book reads like a battle cry or a burial prayer to you.

For some of you, it may feel like a battle cry — like you’re standing up to protect me when no one else did, finally saying what no one ever had the courage to say: 

“This is not fcking okay.”*

For others, you might find yourself screaming and throwing dirt beside me as I bury my younger self — because the weight, the heartache, and the pain feel too much like your own.

Both of those responses are welcome here. Either way… I’m so glad you’re here.

One rule: don’t fall for the men you deliver for.
But rules have never stopped me.

I was just the girl who ran the bar, handled my brother’s side hustle, and chased highs that tasted like danger. Then came Adam—a pastor with ink on his forearms and sins carved into his soul. He warned me about the demon inside him. I laughed. Until the night I signed my name on the NDA and learned what “don’t feed the demon” really means.

What started as curiosity turned into obsession. Adam’s darkness wasn’t just his own—it came with a bloodline, and a father who made temptation a religion. Sharing became a game. My body was the prize. And the rules? There weren’t any.

But lust has consequences. Because now Adam wants love, Daniel wants forever, and Randy? He wants a second round. And if I thought that was dangerous, the Devil himself just walked in wearing a leather cut. His name is Micah. His nickname is Hades. And I can already feel hell breathing down my neck.


My delusional ass isn’t going to stop falling in love with people I haven’t even spoken to — so I started selling it. 🥂

Welcome to my Gumroad, where you can:

💌 Read love stories that never happened… but should have.

🔥 Spend the night with fictional men who exist only in my head (and now, yours).

💔 Relive the messy, the impulsive, and the “probably a bad idea” romances without having to call your therapist after.


Book Projects in the works - the following will be available on Amazon.com for paperback or e-books by the end of August 2025.

  • Books 2 & 3 of the three-part Demon series.

  • A murder that will have you asking…what would you have done?

  • A sassy seven-year-old in sparkly cowgirl boots, giving life lessons growing up in a southern family.

Dive Bars, Diary Entries, and Open Tabs

Love,

CJ

patron saint of emotional damage and dive bar regular - xo

choosing to journal instead of texting my ex, and encouraging you to do the same.

💌 Subscribe below -

It’s $1.99 for your first month,

then $3.99 each month after.

You’ll get 20 raw, handwritten-style entries the moment you sign up — and a new one every day after that.

(It’s cheaper than therapy…and let’s be real, probably more relatable.)

You keep your voice - I make it a book.

Maybe it’s the moment you achieved something you never thought possible.

Maybe it’s how you survived the hardest season of your life.

Maybe it’s a tribute to someone you love, or a mystery that’s never been solved.

If you’ve got a story on your heart but don’t know where to start, I can help you write it — from the very first sentence to the final page.

Together, we’ll bring your words to life in a polished, published book you can be proud of.

Once the manuscript is ready, we’ll publish it through Draft2Digital, a trusted platform that automatically distributes your book to Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple Books, Kobo, and more.

How It Works

  • We co-author your book — you bring the story, I bring the writing and publishing expertise.

  • We set up the book on Draft2Digital (D2D), adding both of us as contributors.

  • You get paid automatically — D2D collects all the sales royalties, takes a small distribution fee, and sends each of us our agreed percentage every month.

Your story reaches readers worldwide — without either of us having to worry about sending payments back and forth.

Legal things : CJ’s Diary

6415 Dick Pond Road

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

29588

postmarked: from a dive bar

because in the words of Kenny Chesney:

I got nowhere to go and nowhere to be
"Trinidad Charlie" on a stool next to me
Reading his book about the "have" and "have-nots, "
In between chapters, we take another shot
And one by one, we slide from reality
With nowhere to go, and nowhere to be

P.S.: don’t write back unless it’s an apology or proof you’ve been to therapy 


not accepting love letters.

only accepting unhinged ramblings, stories of bad decisions, therapy receipts, and the occasional Spotify rec (sad and happy songs are both welcome).

I don’t want anyone for a second to believe I’m healed, Holy, and have my life together just because I write books about a little bit of everything.

I’m tripping, falling, and getting back up every day. But I’m showing you from a distance that I’m in the same boat as you when it comes to healing from your past.

I am attempting to cook, but some days I do just go order a burger, baked potato with extra barbeque sauce from my favorite dive bar- and yes, I’m on a first-name basis with the cook who cuts it up for me just the way I like it.

Some days I’m thriving and other days I’m surviving.

Both are ok - I’m just so glad you’re here.