Meet the Mind behind the madness
H.R. Auerhammer is a romantasy author with a taste for the dark, the lyrical, and the emotionally devastating. She crafts stories where assassins fall for kings, court politics mask ancient magic, and trauma births power instead of ruin.
Her debut novel, Vow and Flame, launches the Bloodfire series—an epic saga of forbidden love, vengeance, and the magic that rises from the ashes.
When she’s not writing, she’s wrangling her toddler, daydreaming about enemies-to-lovers angst, or reading just one more chapter (long past midnight).
She believes in messy heroines, kind monsters, and that the best love stories always leave a scar.
How I Got Here
I’ve been writing since I was old enough to hold a pen—and deeply concerning my parents ever since. Most kids wrote about puppies and rainbows; I wrote about betrayal, bloodshed, and emotionally unhinged elves. My first “book” was a middle school collab with my best friend, passed back and forth in a battered notebook like it was state secrets. At 19, I wrote my first real manuscript in two weeks flat—because sleep is for cowards—but it now lives peacefully in the manuscript graveyard where all chaotic first drafts go to haunt their creators.
Your Official Reader Warning Label
If you’re brave enough to dive into one of my books, here’s what you’re in for: slow-burn tension that’ll leave you breathless, spice that’s emotional first and physical second (because I like my intimacy earned), and characters who flirt like it’s warfare and love like it’s the end of the world. Expect morally grey men with swords and secrets, sharp heroines with no chill and a whole lot of heart, and enough betrayal, blood, and found family to ruin you in the best way. My worlds are soaked in magic with consequences, where everything costs something, especially power. I write with poetic prose, snark-laced banter, and the occasional emotional gut punch you won’t see coming—but won’t forget. If you’re here for court intrigue, aching romance, trauma-forged magic, and a little bit of spice to light the match… welcome home. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.