I watched Nightmare on Elm Street with my mom as a kid. I was terrified. But I didn't hate Freddy. That was the confusing part.
Then came Beauty and the Beast, and when the Beast turned into a prince I felt cheated. I wanted him to stay the Beast. Then I saw Dracula take Lucy in werewolf form and that was it for me.
Villains over heroes. Creatures over men. Nobody was writing what I wanted, so I wrote it myself.
I write dark romance and monster romance. My heroines are plus-size women over 35 with soft bellies and loud mouths and no interest in shrinking themselves for anyone. They take up space. They get chosen first, not last. They don't earn the monster's love by changing their body. The monster wants them exactly as they are — every curve, every scar, every inch they were taught to hide.
The monster stays monster. The scenes don't fade to black.
More monsters are coming. They always are.
She holds him, he holds her, they hold each other, and all is dark, all is light, all is ugliness, all is beauty, all is pain, all is grief, all is never, all is forever.
Dark romance and monster romance with fairy tale bones. Every book features a plus-size heroine over 35 who doesn't shrink herself and a hero who isn't human, isn't safe, and isn't sorry about it. The monster stays monster. The scenes don't fade to black. If you want gentle, I'm not your girl. If you want to be ruined, pull up a chair.
I don't do events yet, but I'm always around. Find me on Instagram or send me an email. I read every message. Reader mail is the reason I keep writing.
Angela Carter. Guillermo del Toro. Anne Rice before she found God again. Every creature feature made before 1995. The Tumblr girlies who wrote monster fanfic in the dark and never got credit. Bram Stoker. The wolf at the end of Company of Wolves who climbed into bed and stayed. Women who love loud and live soft and refuse to make themselves smaller for anyone.