C. Rochelle loves reading and watching anything paranormal, suspenseful, historical, and darkly comedic, especially with complex characters who walk the line between good and evil. After a stint in NYC as head of an infamous magazine for playgirls, she's now found in the wilds of Maine where she can write and howl at the moon to her black heart's content. Believing a wicked sense of humor is the sexiest trait in a man (well, that and really muscular arms), you can often find her enjoying a good book, shaking her booty to Prince, drinking tea or whiskey, communing with nature, cultivating her creativity, and enjoying the company of her husband, son and snarky mom-friends.
