I've been making up stories since I was a kid staring out car windows, imagining someone running alongside the road, jumping over every obstacle. My overactive brain knew a human couldn't outrun a car... but maybe a wolf could. Or a horse. Or a cheetah. Or a dragon. That was the start of my obsession with shifters.

While other people journaled about their day, I filled notebooks with stories that mixed fantasy, mythology, and adventure.

There was the girl who pretended to be a man to join a pirate crew.
The boy who could see supernatural creatures no one else saw.
A girl who found a portal to another dimension.
A bodyguard who discovered her billionaire client was a vampire.

Those notebooks grew in number and size. Short stories turned into sagas. Drawings joined the pages. I let a friend read them, and she lent them to others. Soon, people I didn't even know were asking for the next chapter. (It was the 90s. No social media. Just notebooks and word of mouth. We were feral.)

Even my teachers stopped me in the halls to ask about my stories instead of my grades (which... were downright mercurial). With their encouragement, a seed was planted.

It took me decades-yes, literal decades-to take the leap into publishing, but that little seed I had buried deep within the garden of forgotten dreams suddenly sprouted:

What if...?

So here we are.

I write romantic fantasy with strong heroines, dangerous shifters, emotional damage, and love that refuses to behave normally.

If you're looking for romance stories with claws and fangs-you're in the right place.