I am a fantasy author, writing the magical stories I love to read with the kick-ass heroines I always wanted to be when I grew up. After years of writing stories and creating worlds of my own, I finally quit my day job as a mechanical engineer to pursue writing full-time. I am incredibly excited to be living my passion and doing work that truly brings me joy, and I am beyond grateful that I am able to share my work with readers like you. I am also thrilled to announce that my debut novel Being Red, an adult urban fantasy where Little Red Riding Hood meets Underworld, is now available!
I am now revising Escape from the Bloodbringer, a swashbuckling YA fantasy standalone I plan to publish later this year, and prepping my next adult urban fantasy novel Angel of Death for revisions in the coming months. I also continue to outline and draft future novels. My hope is to have a full pipeline so I can release new books on a consistent schedule. (And for those wondering, yes, a sequel to Being Red is in the works!)
At present, my novella Clever Arula is also available as an ebook. You can see all my available titles by following the links below.
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I am proud to say this is much more content and direction than I had when I created this site almost a decade ago. At the time, I simply needed an incentive to write down all the stories constantly popping into my head, a place where I knew I could be held accountable to write consistently and keep creating. Today, I am still learning and working out the kinks, but I write more frequently and am actively pursuing my love of writing, magic, and re-imagined fairy tales.
With that, I welcome you to my worlds. Stay as long as you please.
Being Red
Red hunts the monsters who destroyed her family and took everything from her, but when the pack alpha gives her an ultimatum, her world is quickly turned on its head.
Escape from the Bloodbringer
Aislynn may control the very sea itself, yet she is powerless to defy her ambitious uncle, so when the chance to break free presents itself, Aislynn embarks on a quest, risking life, limb, and soul to escape her uncle and his bloodthirsty crew.
Angel of Death
Claire is a reaper vying for the coveted spot at the Devil’s right hand in hopes that the position will come with the answers she needs for her and her friends to cheat death. Again.
Queens of Wings and Sky
Faced with her twin sister’s sudden betrayal and impending civil war, fae queen Ayla travels across realms to tame the beast of legend and amass an army to fight for her kingdom.
Over the years, I have written short stories for school, for friends, for competitions, and just for fun. I collaborated on a project with friends I met online. I even wrote a story as a present once. Below is a selection of my favorites. I am always surprised by the ones that hold up no matter how much time has passed and by what I manage to create under a bit of pressure.
Days pass nearly the same on our small farm, regardless of what goes on in the world beyond. I rise early and carry out the same tasks I always have. I tend to the cows and make the bread. I wash clothes and cook meals. Sometimes, I almost forget there is a war raging in cities not-too-distant from our small Italian town. Almost. I remember when I...
Doctor Singer surveys me, adjusting his spectacles before smoothing his moustache. His suit looks out of place with me seated before him in rags. “Admit to your insanity,” he says. We’ve had this conversation over a hundred times since the war ended, and my answer has never changed. At first I was surprised by his persistence. That was before I...
Hiding the body was not even close to the hardest part. No, I simply stuffed the corpse under the desk, easy as one, two, three. He wasn’t very stiff yet, and I knew he wasn’t liable to start smelling for a good while longer. Like I said, easy, but I needed to buy myself some time to figure out my next move. Now I know what you’re thinking. It’s...
“Schnitzel!” Hazel exclaimed, sucking on her bleeding finger before finishing the last row of stitches to close the tear in her sister’s apron. Amelda lounged on her cot across the room. One leg dangled off the side as she twirled a strand of hair Hazel was forever demanding she wash and comb around her finger. “Would it kill you to swear like a...
for J.R. Bournvillewho taught me about perseverance and seeing a project through to the end “No, thank you,” the woman said before another door slammed in Leah’s face. Every house on the block had been the same. Except for the ones who pretended they weren’t home. In a way, those were better. At least she didn’t have to waste her time on them...
for Ladymy friend who has been here for me through it all “It’s the Royal Navy, Captain,” Aeda says, dropping the spyglass from her hazel eye to inform me of what lies in wait. Sunshine gleams in her auburn hair, and its warmth kisses our sun-browned skin. The heat of it warms my crown even beneath my tricorn hat as I squint into the distance...
I am the thirteenth daughter of the King, and with twelve elder sisters famous for sneaking from our chamber to dance the night away, I am often forgotten. I may not have a passel of suitors eager to attend to my every need, but the lack of attention suits me; I can walk through the market without being recognized, spend hours in the tower with...
Kelsey and I crest Kessler Peak, and I unstrap my bindings to remove the skins from my splitboard. “What a view!” Kelsey says. “It’s so clear, I can see all the way to Salt Lake.” “Recognize any buildings?” I ask, teasing. I know the city is too far away for her to make out much, and all she can see is the many houses of Cottonwood Heights. “No...
Year seven…Reya was the first of the litter to master her human form. Sahi was not surprised, for she saw much of herself in the small ball of fur: bright blue eyes, tawny fur dusted with flecks of black at the tips, and a headstrong personality and paws so large she would need time to grow into them. Shai had been the same as a pup...
From where Greg sat, he could see the city lights, pulsing sad and beautiful through the sheet of rain still coming down outside as he tried to come up with a plan. As far as he knew, his contact had not arrived, and Vi seemed to be in no condition to offer her usual wisdom. Meanwhile, Vi could not help the cringe working its way up her spine. Not...
