LACY. DIAZ

Hey there, beautiful chaos makers! I'm Lacy Diaz, and I write the kind of dark romance that makes your mother clutch her pearls and your book club raise their eyebrows. (Don't worry - those are exactly the reactions we're going for.)

Let me tell you a secret: I never meant to write romance at all. I spent years working as a trauma counselor, listening to stories that would break your heart and fuel your rage. Those experiences changed me. They showed me how complex healing can be, and how sometimes the most beautiful relationships grow in the darkest places. (Also, they taught me that everyone - literally everyone - has a story that would knock you sideways.)

My debut novel, "Perfect Beautiful," came to me during a 3 AM coffee binge when I couldn't shake the image of a girl who'd lost everything, including her memories. Leighton Morrison walked into my head fully formed, demanding I tell her story. And let me tell you, that girl did NOT make it easy. She brought with her a world of betrayal, morally gray characters who refuse to play nice, and the kind of love story that makes you question everything you thought you knew about right and wrong.

I write about the messy stuff - the raw, real, uncomfortable moments that most people want to skip over. My characters aren't perfect (thank god, because perfect is boring). They're broken, complicated, and sometimes they make choices that'll make you want to throw your Kindle across the room. But isn't that what real life is like? A series of beautiful disasters and unexpected redemptions?

When I'm not writing, you'll find me collecting vintage typewriters (I have 17 and counting - send help), attempting to train my rescue pit bull who thinks he's a lap dog (spoiler: I'm failing miserably), or binge-watching true crime documentaries while eating way too much Thai food. My husband has learned to accept that dinner conversation might involve discussing the psychology of serial killers or the proper way to dispose of a body. (For research purposes only, I promise!)

My writing style? Think midnight conversations with your best friend about all the things you're afraid to say out loud. I don't do sweet and simple. I write stories that grab you by the throat and don't let go until the last page. There will be triggers (check those TWs, folks!), there will be moments that make you uncomfortable, and there will absolutely be scenes that make you question your own moral compass.

To my readers: you're my people. The ones who understand that love isn't always pretty, that healing isn't linear, and that sometimes the most powerful stories are the ones that make us flinch. You get that romance doesn't always mean hearts and flowers - sometimes it means blood and thorns, and that's okay too.

What can you expect from my books? Morally gray heroes who'll ruin you for all other book boyfriends. Heroines who are both broken and unbreakably strong. Plot twists that'll keep you up until 3 AM (sorry not sorry). And always, always, a love story that burns so hot it leaves scars.

"Perfect Beautiful" is just the beginning. I've got more stories lined up that push even more boundaries, break even more rules, and explore even darker corners of the human heart. Fair warning: they're not for the faint of heart. But if you like your romance with a side of psychological suspense, a dash of danger, and characters who live in the shadows between right and wrong - welcome home, beautiful chaos maker. You're exactly where you belong.

Want to join my world of beautiful disasters? You can find me on Instagram sharing inappropriate memes, on TikTok rambling about character psychology at midnight, or in my Facebook reader group, "Diaz's Beautiful Chaos Makers," where we discuss everything from book boyfriends to true crime cases that inspired certain scenes. (Just don't tell my former therapy clients how much of their psychological insights I've borrowed for my characters!)

Remember: the best stories are the ones that scare you a little. Let's get scared together.

XOXO, Lacy

P.S. Yes, my dog really does think he's a lap dog. No, I haven't given up hope that one day he'll realize he's 90 pounds of pure muscle. A girl can dream, right?