Remy Larkin fell for fantasy the way most people fall in love, suddenly, completely, and with poor judgment about the dangerous ones. She grew up building elaborate imaginary courts in the woods behind her house and never entirely stopped; the Wildthorn Court is just the version she finally wrote down, with better kissing.

Her why-choose fantasy romances are built on a single stubborn conviction: that a heroine should never have to shrink herself to be loved, and should never be made to pick just one when the whole point is that they all chose her. Her four (and then five) love interests each get their own arc, their own chemistry, and their own reasons, and, crucially, they come to love each other too, because a found family is more romantic than a contest.

Her books are for readers who want immersive fae worlds, high heat, fated bonds, and the specific joy of a poly happily-ever-after where nobody gets left behind. The heroines are powerful in their own right, the men are dangerous in all the right ways, and the ending always keeps them together.

Remy lives in the Pacific Northwest with her partner, two enormous cats named Thorn and Crown, and a garden she describes as ‘ambitiously feral.’ She still prefers the woods to almost anywhere, and still roots for the villain, the beast, and the exile all at once.