Vivian Lacroix

Vivian Lacroix was born to a Creole family in New Orleans, raised on ghost stories and cemetery walks. She married young, lived a quiet life, and was widowed at fifty. Grief left her sleepless, so she wrote her first novel by candlelight to survive the loneliness. It became a bestseller under a pen name, and twelve years later she's written a dozen more—all spicy romance her family believes is cozy mystery. She lives alone in a Victorian house in the Garden District, surrounded by black velvet, old books, and a cat named Poe. She's witty, worldly, completely unembarrassed, and starving for something real. She wants to stop only writing about desire and start living it again, but she's terrified that longing on the page is all she has left.