My name is Greta. Believe it or not, I’m the troubled kid that never said much in class. Most of my wardrobe consisted of Goodwill finds and my mother’s hand-me-downs. I never volunteered for team sports, and I wouldn’t be caught dead at a school dance. As an adult, nothing has really changed. Now, in addition to my many idiosyncrasies, I smoke at least one cigar a day, I’m uncomfortable in large crowds, and I like making people smile.
At the age of twenty-five, I’m a practicing Dominatrix, and I live with my slave in a cute little apartment near the open desert. As an author, I love inviting readers into vast new worlds. I’m known for populating these lush death traps with ruthless men, ill-behaved women, scheming elderly, and the irreverent Fenris the Cat. A diverse cast, thrilling action, sophisticated world building, dark humor, and passionate romance are the only constant elements in any of my stories, and I’m always on the lookout for interesting mythology and folklore to explore.
If you’re a fan of dark paranormal romance authors Joey W. Hill and Felicity Heaton, then you’ll enjoy my books too. If you’re a fan of MM romance authors Shelley Grayson and Kim Dare then I invite you to check out the Underwood District series.
Since no author’s biography is complete without the mention of pets, I’m the proud owner of a rat named Quintus. He’s a teenage rat now. And he never fails to remind me that the house is his, the slave is his, the glory is his, and the Cheerios are his too.
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My parents were both active duty military when I was born. One retired from twenty years in the service, the other is a career criminal with about twelve years of prison time under the belt. They’re both incredibly special to me.
I primarily grew up in the South (think Virginia and North Carolina), Japan, Puerto Rico, and a few other assorted destinations. Favorite destination in the world: Germany.
(Sue me, they let me smoke my cigarettes wherever I want AND they have awesome bread.)
I drive like an old lady. Actually, I’m told I exhibit lots of old lady behaviors. Like my disdain for having to leave my house, my pink plastic reading glasses, and my longtime obsessions with shopping catalogs, knitted things, and fat babies.
I’m a hardcore graphic novel/comic/book nerd. Like totally one of the snobby ones that goes around correcting people about Batman’s boot size and other useless triva.
Still, lots of people ask me who my favorite superheroes are. Just so you know, Batman was my first love. Wonder Woman is my great love. And I secretly wish for Superman’s total destruction.
Also, Deadpool can suck my dick. I hate that guy.
I was a Kitsune in my first DD game, and I played opposite my critique partner/business partner. She was a Russian strix. No one does Russian accents like her. (Not even Russians.)
I can draw. My concentration in high school was human anatomy. I still draw naked people for fun.
If threatened, I will break out into sarcasm. Or song. Or Shakespeare. Depends.
Now you know someone who can honestly say they’ve been in bar fights.
(Totally got my ass kicked. Every single time.)
I plea guilty to the charges of ridiculous gaming marathons. By the end of these 30 – 40 hour stretches, I smell like a foot, there’s Cheetoes in my bra, and I’ve reverted to Frat Boy ibonics. Word up. True story. It’s real talk. Believe it, bitch.
Fan question – No, young people! I don’t rap. I have never rapped. Not my medium. But that question made me laugh like a toddler with knickers on her head. Thanks, I needed that.