Like many other writers, I got the majority of my writing practice in with fanfiction–Harry Potter and Inuyasha specifically. I’ve always been serious about making writing a career, and I’m pleased to say after the last few years I’m on my way!
I made my webnovel debut in December 2019 through Tapas Media’s premium program with my adult fantasy romance Heavy Lies the Crown, and had a short story, The Melody of Blackberry Thicket published as part of the Flying Words anthology by small press Faeries and Ents.
I’m working on making my debut into trad pub slowly but surely!
Outside of writing I love reality cooking TV shows, playing Dungeons and Dragons, petting cats and dogs, and playing video games with my husband and friends. (Monster Prom, anyone?)
I adore any cliche that can be flipped on its head–genderswaps, especially! Give me strong women and men, flawed characters, LGBT positive messages, fantasy, romance, and all the purple you can fit into your prose. Fantasy of any kind I will eat up, high, low, contemp/urban, etc. Give me vampires!
My top hard no is any kind of act of sexual violence, be it mentioned, implied, or otherwise. I’d really like to avoid this. Thank you.
Soft no’s include:
- first-person (if you’re confident you’ve done it well I’m open to it!)
- harmful tropes disguised as romantic (o.k. if the character(s) at fault have a redemption arc)
- dystopian fiction
- LGBT romances with tragic endings
Very soft no:
- werewolves (I’m open but werewolf tropes aren’t my favorite)
CW: Mentions of suicide, alcohol addiction, depression
If the world is gasoline, Ian Springs is made of sparks: Everything he touches, he sets on fire. Secretly a faerie, Ian is heir to the Evergreen Throne, the seat from which all fae are ruled. Cursed to never leave town, he’s spent his life on the run from his grandfather, Ulysses, who longs to keep his crown and must kill Ian before his twentieth birthday to do so. Ian trusts no one and makes even fewer friends, despite his attempts to live a normal human life.
Life for sixteen-year-old Cecily Porter loses its flavor after her mother’s suicide leaves her irrevocably changed. Because of her absentee father, she moves to an eerie mansion in Fairview Cove once belonging to her cousin’s faerie-obsessed and long-dead grandmother. All Cecily wants is to find out who she is without her mom—which, to her cousin’s growing dismay, turns out to be a mean and taciturn shell of who she once was. Cecily tries to control the constant anger that boils inside her, afraid if she doesn’t simmer down soon she’ll hurt the people closest to her and be sent back to Utah.
Cecily’s plan to lay low at school is turned on its head when a clairvoyant shows her visions of her nearly kissing Ian, her new friend’s brother. But, Cecily has bigger problems than discovering a portal to the Otherworld in the local woods and finding out magic is real—Ian Springs has no idea about the visions and hates Cecily’s guts. The feeling is mutual.
The air in Fairview Cove is much too thick to be normal.
It’s the first thought in Cecily’s mind as she steps off the bus, suitcase in hand, and tastes the air. Salt hits her lungs, then rainwater. A tightness hangs overhead in the atmosphere, but it’s not the insistent clouds that followed her bus from the Portland airport. A lump forms in her throat as the breeze rustles branches and leaves. It smells clean, unlike the smogginess of Salt Lake City, with its red-air days, towering mountains, and paper-thin ozone.
It’s different, here.
Two bursts from a car horn startles her. The bus belches a black cloud of exhaust and pulls away, revealing Cecily’s cousin. Mason Porter leans against his shiny red Fisker, shades tipped down his nose, goofy grin across his lips. Both he and his car belong in Hollywood, not parked on the side of a debris-littered road in nowhereville. He draws Cecily into a casual, one-armed hug. “Heya, kiddo. It’s good to see you again. Got any other luggage?”
“This is it.”
“One measly suitcase? Come on, cuz, you can’t fool me, I saw your closet when I was in Salt Lake. You couldn’t fit half your shoes in this thing!”
“It’s all I brought with me.”
Mason’s cheerful demeanor dampens. “Ah, gotcha. Well, that’s fine! You’re going to live with me for the next two years—I’d be surprised if you didn’t need a brand new wardrobe at some point. Wanna go to town for some shopping next week? Back to school outfits?”
Cecily collapses the handle of her suitcase with a snap. “I’m fine, Mason.”
Working on making Evergreen the first in a four-book series. Beyond that, my webnovel Heavy Lies the Crown is wrapping up and due for two more installations set in the same universe following different characters.
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