My earliest memory is of wishing for wings. Not feathered or fairy, but gross, wicked, webbed wings I could use to scare my friends and rule all the dark creatures of night. On the sad day I learned I could not, in fact, grow them myself, I became a writer. If I could not have wings, well. At least my characters could.

 

I write gentle heroes, strong heroines, and misunderstood monsters. I write romance that is sometimes cozy and sometimes edgy and sometimes both at once. I write families that aren't blood and blood that gets everywhere. Things might get a little gory and a lot scary, but my stories always burn with honor, hope, and friendship.

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My career is deeply rooted in visual effects, animation, and music composition, and my storytelling sprawls across mediums. I live in Colorado with my intercultural family and love horseback riding, hiking, taking dance classes, and spending excessive hours in coffee shops.

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Occasionally, I have a mohawk.