K.G. McAbee writes across more genres than most people have socks. Science fiction? Got it. Horror? Bring on the tentacles. Westerns? Saddle up, partner. Steampunk? Don’t even ask how many brass goggles are in her collection. Pulp? She'll be superamalgamated. Historical romance? Yep, even bonnets and brooding lairds make the cut. And why should they not?

In short, McAbee has an attention span roughly equal to a highly-caffeinated ferret with concentration issues, which means every book is a dive into a completely different universe—sometimes literally, thanks to those multiverse truckers. The stories are packed with monsters, mysteries, cowboys, clockwork contraptions, and just enough romance to keep readers sighing between sword fights.

K.G. swears the voices in her head belong to characters, not actual eldritch beings whispering through cracks in reality. But then again, would they really tell her if they were?

When not pounding away at the keyboard, K.G. can usually be found muttering plot twists in public, petting real or imaginary dogs, or wondering if time travel could fix that one typo in chapter twelve. Curse you, chapter twelve!