Gothic paranormal romance for the deep thinkers and bourbon drinkers
Gothic paranormal romance for the deep thinkers and bourbon drinkers
Essay and musings for The Parlor
The Pervasive Melancholy of Henry Radcliffe “Henry Radcliffe in a sentence: a man who walks through ashes instead of lighting fires.” Hello, darling— Slip inside the Velvet Parlor and shut the door behind you. Today, we’re unraveling the deliciously tangled…
Meet Dianthe…again – Bloodlust and Fairy Dust There’s a Fae woman in this book. That twinkle in her eye isn’t charm; it’s calculation. If you’re a client of hers, she’s sizing you up, seeing how you’ll do in tips, if…
The perfect pairing Vesti la giubba. If you know, you know. (If you don’t, search it on YouTube. You won’t be disappointed.) Put on the costume, the makeup and make them laugh! Ignore that your heart is in pieces, as we…
Writing Through Chaos & Clarity Sometimes, writing is the only thing that makes sense. Not the structured, word-count kind. You know, the stuff you produce when you aim to “sit down and write those words” during a Pomodoro sprint session…
It chose me They always talk about finding your voice. They never talk about when you finally stop running from it. Back in the day when I was a wee gal of a romance writer, I tried to write sunshine. I’m sure you’re familiar…
You’re Not Getting Out Alive, So Live Epically, a letter from the Velvet Parlor The Velvet Parlor is where the veil thins—a quiet room lined in candle smoke and half-kept promises. Here, I write by firelight and intuition, letting the…