Paranormal and Fantasy Romance Fiction
Carrie spent her childhood reading the books of Mercedes Lackey, David Eddings, Mary Stewart and of course, Tolkien. She discovered a trove of Harlequin romances during a summer in a rental cottage when she was 13 and never looked back. Romance and enchanted adventures have been intertwined for her ever since.
Carrie loves writing about strong, passionate, mystical women who fight for those they adore just as hard as they fight for what’s right. Her characters always have a snappy comeback ready to go for villain and hero alike.
She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two girls in a magical forest that has pizza delivery and perfect dirty martinis. Carrie has an extensive boot collection that she’s continuously reclaiming from her daughter. When she’s not reading or writing fiction, Carrie writes marketing content and white papers for tech companies, harnessing the power and draw of a good story.
Her first novel, “From the Vaults of the Regal Fae Pawn and Loan: Harlow” is debuting May 2019 from Soul Mate Publishing.
Here’s a teaser of Harlow’s story:
Honestly, I don’t know what I have to complain about. I already have a steady beer budget, a best friend, and some kick-ass boots. That’s all a girl needs in life!
Well, except the respect of her peers. And a place an orphaned Half-Fae can permanently call home, like my mentor’s shop, The Regal Fae Pawn and Loan. Or a clue about who I am and why I’m here, or why I was given up.
Okay, there are some outstanding claim tickets in my life, I guess you could say.
But I seriously don’t see how a cobalt blue-eyed Borderlands Captain named Alaric Sinclair, who literally smashes into my Shop seeking a murdering dragon-gold smuggler, is supposed to help my situation. But then the arrogant jackasses of the Pawn Council dangle an enticing gem --help Captain Sinclair catch the smuggler while dodging assassins, and they’ll give me The Regal. It seems simple, even if I can’t stop thinking about how naked Captain Sinclair is under his clothes.
But some of those claim tickets are still outstanding and might end up melting me like a piece of rotten goblin steel.
One thing I know for sure: Cobalt blue, when ingested or inhaled, is toxic.