Hey there—I’m Remy, and I’m glad you’re here.

The little author bio in my book? Yeah. That barely scratches the surface.

I wrote a thesis on zombies. I cried almost nightly over monsters. Somewhere in there, I built a career in instructional design, got married, and had a son.

Then I accidentally created a cosmic shadow god with a praise kink, a concerning oral fixation, and an extremely unhealthy devotion problem.

And I gave him a heroine who grins through bloodied teeth, wildflowers tangled in her hair, and absolutely no interest in being saved.

Yes, I have a day job.
Yes, I write shadow sex at night.

I live in rural Pennsylvania, tucked between ghost roads and old folklore. My work blends myth, magic, and monster worship—stories full of devotion, fire, and women who rise wild and unyielding, refusing to belong to anyone but themselves.

I share my life with my husband (who inspired a rage witch with a soft streak), my son (who became a sweet, meat-sloughing shifter), and my dog Louie—now immortalized as a mouthy hellhound with a mean left hook.

I borrow from everything I love, everything that hurts, and everything that infuriates me in just the right way. I stitch it all into monsters who choose love instead of hate, kindness instead of cruelty, and something better instead of burning it all down—most of the time.

I spent years in academia—writing on zombies, Marxist cultural theory, semiotics, and post-humanism (yes, really). I was even cited in an academic collection about romance and zombies. Someone misspelled my real last name. I still bought the book.

Now, I write about the kind of monsters who kneel.
And the kind of women who don’t break—they burn brighter.

I balance a very normal adult job with a not-so-normal creative life. I’ve revised spicy scenes between meetings. I’ve answered emails with a shadow god in my head.

It’s fine. I’m fine.

If you like stories that are a little wild, a little lyrical, and burning with teeth, shadow, and rage...

Welcome! I'm glad we found each other.