A.L. Richards writes stories where the dark is never empty, the monsters are seductive, and the line between fate and rebellion is drawn in blood. A lifelong devotee of the weird, witchy, and wild, she blends urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and supernatural thrillers with sharp edges and sharp tongues.

She lives in coastal Virginia with her Viking of a husband, a house full of mischief (in both animal and human form), and enough black clothing to cast her own eclipse. When she’s not writing, she’s probably hexing typos, chasing plot twists, or pretending she’s not waiting for hockey season to start.