Let’s be honest: half the fun of reading (or writing) urban fantasy is getting lost in worlds that feel like your city—only with more demons, hotter vampires, and way worse public transport. Worldbuilding in urban fantasy is a peculiar kind of magic. You’re not creating Middle-earth from scratch; you’re taking our world and twisting it just enough to make readers question whether their grumpy neighbor is secretly a fae prince who’s one latte away from declaring war. Urban fantasy thrives on layers — the mundane, the magical, and the messy bits in between. The office worker who files taxes and hunts werewolves on weekends. The dive bar where the bartender…

There’s something addictive about stepping into a world that looks a lot like ours—until you notice the shadows move just a little too much, or the detective has more in their case file than unsolved murders. Urban fantasy and paranormal detective stories scratch an itch I didn’t even know I had: the craving for mystery, danger, and magic colliding right in the middle of everyday life. Part of the appeal for me is the way the familiar blends with the fantastic. I like that the detective’s office might smell of stale coffee and cigarette smoke, but the client walking in could just as easily be a vampire searching for their…

Let me tell you a secret that’s not actually a secret:Writing a single novel is hard.Writing a series of novels — especially in the bloody, bitey world of paranormal fantasy — is like juggling flaming chainsaws while blindfolded and emotionally compromised. And yet… here I am. Doing it. Willingly. For fun. Why? Because I’ve officially lost control of my life and I’m currently deep in the trenches of plotting my upcoming series: Babylon City Hunters.

Paranormal romance edition, because if there aren’t claws, fangs, or magical trauma involved, are we even trying? Let’s face it: tropes are the lifeblood of romance. We love them, we binge them, our days are ruined when our favorite shows botch them. And in paranormal romance? The tropes are dialed to eleven. We’re not just talking about brooding bad boys — we’re talking about centuries-old warlocks with a vendetta and a tragic past. Give me that. Inject it directly into my eye sockets. That said… not all tropes are created equal. Some make me bask in the afterglow like a cat in the sun. Others make me want to light…

— And Why I’m Totally Okay With It Look, I know what this says about me.I could go for the sunshine boy, the cinnamon roll, the emotionally available best friend with a stable job and a pet cat. But instead, I’m over here simping for the emotionally repressed, morally (dark-)grey, trauma-scarred half-demon with claws, commitment issues, and a body count. Am I crazy?I say no.

Or: No, You’re Not Broken for Wanting Him to Ruin You Emotionally First Just so you know: That soft spot for morally questionable men with devastating cheekbones? That’s not just you. You, me, and a lot of other people quietly share that kink for danger, for broken people with sharp teeth and sad eyes and hands that could destroy you — but don’t. Or do. Depends on the chapter. Dark romance isn’t just about the spice (though, yes, ma’am — we see you). It’s about power. About catharsis. About watching a man with blood on his hands fall apart for love.

Let’s get something out of the way real quick:Yes, there’s sex in my books.Yes, sometimes it’s hot.Yes, sometimes it’s emotionally catastrophic.And yes, occasionally someone shapeshifts during — because why not? But calling it just smut?Oh, dearie. You’re missing the whole beautifully deranged point.

Or: How I Learned to Get Over my Introvert Nature and Fight for the Human Brain Let’s get right to it: AI in self-publishing is like that new vampire in town — flashy, a little too smooth, and probably here to steal your thunder and your readers… at least for a while, because as any good villain, this specific vampire will show its true colors at the last possible moment, giving us a chance to save the damsel. Or in this case, the disillusioned readers.

So… it’s been a minute. If you’ve been wondering where I disappeared to, why I haven’t published anything new in years, or if I got eaten by one of my own monsters— thank you for noticing, and no, I’m not dead. I’ve just been… living. And not the fun, sexy, supernatural kind of living. The real-life-will-break-your-heart-and-stomp-on-your-brain kind. Let’s unpack, shall we?