Elodie Frost went to a very old, very cold university on a scholarship she never quite felt entitled to, and spent four years watching the children of the powerful move through the world as though it had been built for them, because largely, it had. She has been writing about that gap, and getting a satisfying amount of revenge on it, ever since.

Her Thornwood Elite novels are dark-academia bully romances: gorgeous, ruthless heirs, gothic ivy-covered halls, and outsider heroines who refuse to lower their eyes. She is a devout believer in the enemies-to-lovers arc, the redemptive power of a truly grovelling apology, and the specific pleasure of watching an arrogant boy realize the one person he can’t control is the only real thing in his life.

Her books are for readers who want their romance with teeth — high heat, high drama, a hero who starts as the villain and earns every inch of his happy ending, and heroines who win on their own terms rather than being rescued. The cruelty is rivalry that gets its comeuppance; the consent is never in question; and the happily-ever-after is guaranteed.

Elodie lives in a drafty old house with too many candles, a black cat named Byron, and a shelf of gothic paperbacks she rereads every autumn. She believes the correct response to being underestimated is to win.