Quiet Writings
Writing paranormal romance novels is like waking up from a long winter’s nap.
For years, I existed in the margins of my own story—a ghostwriter, a voice for hire, someone who poured passion into words that would never bear my name. I wrote for businesses, for brands, for anyone who needed their message shaped into something compelling. And I was good at it. But there was always something restless stirring beneath the surface, a hunger that corporate copy and marketing materials could never quite satisfy.
The truth is, I’ve been writing paranormal romance in secret for longer than I care to admit. Late nights after finishing client work, stolen hours before dawn, notebooks hidden in drawers—these stories were my rebellion, my refuge, my most authentic self whispering through the dark. Vampires and witches, forbidden love and dangerous magic, worlds where the night itself becomes a character and desire burns hotter than reason allows.
Pieces of Me
I told myself I would share these stories “someday.” That nebulous, comfortable lie we tell ourselves when fear masquerades as practicality. But something shifted. Perhaps it was the realization that life doesn’t grant us infinite tomorrows, or maybe it was simply that the stories themselves grew too loud to ignore. These characters, these worlds, these aching, desperate love affairs—they demanded to exist beyond the confines of my imagination.
Unfortunately, many of my writings were lost–burned up in a fire, or tossed into the trash receptacle, lost mysteriously, chewed up by a dog, computer crash, or gone via other strange circumstances.
My Time Has Come
So here I am, stepping from shadow into moonlight, claiming the name Serena Hawke and the brand Nightbloom. This isn’t just a pen name; it’s a declaration. It’s the part of me that has always belonged to the night, to mystery, to the delicate yet dangerous beauty of flowers that bloom only in darkness.
My debut series explores a vampire world where predators come in many forms—not just the classic immortals who drink blood, but the energy vampires who drain us in subtler, more insidious ways.
Magic thrums through every page, wielded by witches who understand that power and passion are often indistinguishable.
These books are love letters to everyone who has ever felt the pull of the forbidden, who finds beauty in shadows, who knows that the most profound connections often happen when we shed our daylight personas.
I’m not interested in playing it safe. My vampires are dangerous, my witches are powerful, and my romance burns with an intensity that leaves marks. This is paranormal romance for readers who crave complexity, who want their heart racing and their mind engaged, who understand that true intimacy requires vulnerability—and vulnerability requires courage.
Welcome to Nightbloom. Welcome to the stories I was always meant to tell.
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