You’re here. Which means either (a) you enjoy dark, urban fantasy with a side of sarcasm, or (b) you misclicked and now it’s too late—the diner door only opens one way after midnight. Either way, I’m glad you made it.

Hi, I’m Patti. I write urban fantasy for people who like their magic messy, their humour dry, and their monsters just a little too relatable.

My stories tend to feature found family, morally questionable choices, and protagonists who are doing their best—which is objectively not great, but we respect the effort. When I’m not writing, I’m usually thinking about it, following an idea further than I probably should, or researching something that will absolutely get me put on a watchlist if taken out of context.

Since you’re here, I should probably tell you about my latest book.

The night a monster walked into the diner, Kat McCarthy’s life stopped being normal. Not that it was especially normal to begin with.

A customer drops dead in the middle of the floor. Not choking. Not a heart attack. Something… else.

Kat knows magic exists. She grew up around it. She just didn’t think it had anything to do with her. She’s wrong.

Now something old is moving through Ottawa looking for her, her family has gone from “mysterious” to “actively unhelpful,” and every answer she gets only makes one thing clearer:

This isn’t random.

It’s about her.

Because in this world, people don’t get hunted without a reason.

And whatever is coming for Kat? It already knows exactly what she is.