Hey, I am .
I write dark romance and urban fantasy β the kind of stories that keep you up past midnight arguing with yourself about whether you should sleep or read one more chapter. You will always read one more chapter.
I am obsessed with complicated characters. The ones who have been broken in ways they do not talk about. The ones who love like it is the last thing they will ever do. The ones who make terrible decisions for the most human reasons.
When I am not writing I am probably thinking about writing. Or rereading something that destroyed me emotionally the first time and apparently I enjoy that.
New to publishing. Full of stories. Here to stay.
Come find me in the dark. π€
The Crimson Pit has one rule.Win β you take the loser's wife for a night.Lose β you eat shit. In front of everyone. No exceptions.Vorath is six hundred years old, Alpha No. 2, and the most dangerous thing breathing in the Undercroft. He's never lost a fight. Not once. Not ever.Then Riven walked in.Nineteen. Human. Six men dead by her hands β all deserved it. She entered the Pit alone looking for one name. She didn't plan on catching the attention of a six-hundred-year-old Alpha with red eyes and absolutely zero impulse control.He didn't plan on her being interesting.But something darker is coming. A disease called The Rot is turning vampires to stone. The oldest vampire alive β Szeron, three thousand years of se pure evil β is hunting for a specific human.Her blood could collapse both worlds. Or save them.Neither of them asked for this. Neither of them can walk away.Two worlds. One pit. No clean endings.β οΈ WARNING: Strong language. Graphic violence. Dark themes. Morally grey characters. If you came for soft romance β wrong pit.