About

Beatrice Keane spent the vast majority of her teens and twenties hip-deep in demonology and ancient civilization mythos lore, wistfully wishing for a sexy devil to appear in her cramped apartment, showering her with demonic love and wealth. Unfortunately, that never happened, and she does not live in a lavish castle in the depths of hell. Instead, she lives happily with her (very human) husband, their (very human) child, and a (very human-like) cat somewhere in the Northeastern USA region.

She deeply despises the cold, and could be described as a southern gal who was unceremoniously dumped into the part of the country that actually has a winter season.

She loves highly-caffeinated beverages (ask her about “chaos coffee” sometime), homemade pasta, and daydreaming about owning a hobby farm. Her favorite animal is a chicken. Her favorite color is lavender. She doesn’t have a Starbucks order because she prefers the bougie local coffee shops, even though she can really only afford that once or twice a month. If she can swing it, though, she prefers an iced mocha with a triple shot, no whipped cream. Oh, and an everything bagel with egg and cheddar cheese, salt-pepper-ketchup.