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.
Greg sat in a dark corner of the bar looking like every other alcoholic when his phone vibrated. It was Little Toni. He didn’t want to be bothered with her drama, but she was persistent. As soon as he said “hello,” she started in on him. “Your bitch of a wife showed up on my doorstep! How does she even know you’re alive? Did you contact...
“You’ve got some nerve, bitch. Really. Showing your face on my doorstep at this time of night?” Little Toni smirked as she looked Vi dead in the eyes. “Look, I get it. We both have a mutual interest. But considering what just happened, I’d say the odds are ever in my favor. He doesn’t want to see you.” Vi knew Toni was right. Some ships...
Vi buried her mouth and nose in her elbow as her eyes began to water. Her white blazer didn’t do much to block out the gas, but it was better than nothing. Nearly blinded by tears and the onslaught of a coughing fit, Vi stumbled in the direction of what she hoped was an exit. Before she even reached a perimeter wall, a SWAT team barged in and...
Greg sat, ill at ease, watching the rain, an unlit cigarette hanging from his scowl and a burner phone in one hand. Toni lay sprawled on the bed behind him, the sheet doing little to cover her curves. She was a poor substitute for who he really wanted, but he needed her if he was going to make it out of this alive. He contemplated his options...
“Well done, Violet,” Big Tony’s voice boomed. Vi’s heels echoed as she crossed the warehouse floor, their sharp clack bouncing off the pre-fab steel walls. Her eyes darted nervously from side to side, sizing up the dozen or so armed henchmen that made up Big Tony’s personal bodyguards. So many guns. High powered rifles with obscenely phallic...
God dammit. She did it. She actually did it. Greg stood frozen, slack-jawed in the dim alley next to the abandoned warehouse. He watched Vi slip her phone back into her designer bag. As she brushed a wavy hickory lock away from her cheek, he thought regret flashed, but then she set her shoulders and strode, cool as a cucumber on three-inch heels...
Greg and Violet’s marriage is over, but it’s not what you think. It’s never what you think in this exciting story of mob bosses, syrup recipes, and a ship set sail for the Orient. Greg’s suitcase filled too quickly. As he situated his last few pairs of socks, Violet’s 20 years of skilled legal negotiation crumbled. “Please don’t...
The blue cap rested atop the wispy pouf of brown hair she sprayed into wiry submission each morning. The hat settled into a cozy nest of hair while the loon depicted by the pin of molded silver nestled into a home of reeds. Glinting with metallic brightness in the sunlight, the brooch shone from a perch on the cap’s side, directly above the left...
