Writing the Chaos (Author Journey)

People always ask me where Harper Rayne came from, and the truth is this, she didn’t arrive fully formed. She didn’t appear with a sword in her hand and a city at her feet. She came to me in sparks, in moments, in instincts I didn’t completely understand at first. The First Flicker of Harper Harper started as a feeling. A woman with sharp wit, sharper instincts, and a spine that refused to bend. Someone who had been knocked down more times than she could count but still dared

When I started writing Harper Rayne, I didn’t set out to make a statement. I set out to write a woman who felt real to me, someone layered, flawed, brave, funny, angry at times, soft at others, and capable of carrying an entire world on her back. But as she grew on the page, so did something else:the realization of how rare it still is to see Black women centered in urban fantasy as the hero, the heart, and the storm. That mattered to me. It still does. What Harper Represen

Phoenix is heat. Phoenix is motion. Phoenix is a city that feels alive even when the sun goes down. Which makes it perfect for a supernatural world. In Phoenix: Vampires thrive in the neon nightlife Shapeshifters rule the desert territories Witch covens hide in plain sight The SPA is headquartered among skyscrapers and secrets The desert has its own kind of magic — dry, ancient, echoing with stories people forgot to tell. Harper Rayne was never meant for New York or Paris. Sh