Ariana Bates
with Michael Anderle
I write love stories set in broken worlds—because perfect ones don’t exist.
My characters survive cosmic red tape, hostile gods, and the emotional equivalent of minefields, mostly because giving up is boring. I live on strong coffee, questionable sleep, and the chaos of three cats who think gravity is optional.
By day I design things so they don’t look terrible; by night I build universes where the afterlife has a filing cabinet and romance comes with consequences.
If you want neat happy endings, look elsewhere. If you want messy, defiant hope that claws its way through the dark—welcome.


