ABOUT VALENTINA

The first romance I ever wrote was at sixteen, working the night shift at a reception desk with nothing to do but cause trouble. I wrote filthy, unhinged love scenes in a spiral notebook and slid them to my best friend the next morning like contraband. She'd read them in class and text me threats if I didn't write more. I never stopped.

The notebooks turned into manuscripts.

The heroes got darker.

The heroines stopped waiting to be saved and started doing the saving—and the stabbing, and the scheming, and the falling for men who absolutely did not deserve it but earned it anyway. I found the sweet spot where criminal empires meet supernatural power, where fae lords run shadow kingdoms and the most dangerous thing in the room isn't the monster—it's the woman who refuses to kneel. That's what I write.

Dark mafia paranormal romance. Alpha heroes with empires and damage. Heroines with sharp mouths and sharper instincts. Heat that earns its five chili peppers. Stories where love costs something and the scar is proof it was real.

I live in Portland, Oregon—the kind of rainy, moody city that was made for writing dark things. I share my space with a black cat named Lovey-Muffin Killerpants who showed up in my yard one day and simply never left.

When I'm not writing, I'm collecting rocks on the Oregon coast, pulling tarot cards that tell me things I don't want to hear, getting lost in Powell's City of Books for hours I'll never get back, and leaving punk shows before 10pm because I'm responsible-ish.