About Author
Crystal Lopez
There is a specific kind of stillness that only comes when the house is finally quiet, and I’m able to turn on my favorite 90’s smooth R&B playlist, letting it fill the room. With an ice-cold Diet Pepsi beside me, I let myself sink into the places most people spend their whole lives avoiding. That is where my writing lives. In the uncomfortable and the true.
Writing has never been just a hobby for me. It is my therapy, my release, my most honest form of breathing. I write when I am struggling and when I am finally at peace. I write when joy catches me off guard and when love takes over everything. Writing is the only thing that knows how to reach into the crowded, heavy noise inside my head and turn it into something soft... something quiet.
My heart belongs in two places, and I have always known it. Minnesota born, Texas raised, and now finally back home in the North where I am raising my own family and learning every day what it means to show up fully for our young autistic son. My identity is not something I write around... it is something I write from. My life as a lesbian is woven into every love story I tell. I write sapphic romance and suspense because these are not just genres to me. They are my truth. They are the lives I know, the love I have lived, and the stories that deserve to be told with the same depth and tenderness that any love and trauma deserve.
I don’t just create characters. I give a voice to the pieces of life that usually stay buried, the things people carry quietly and alone. I can write about the darkness of abuse and sexual assault because I have been there. I have lived through the things that are meant to break you, the things that leave marks you don’t talk about at dinner tables. But I can also write about an undying, deep, and healthy love because that is exactly where I am standing right now. I know both. I have survived one, and I am living inside the other, and that is what makes every word I write feel like something real.
Every book I write is a piece of my soul laid bare on the page. I write for the person who is not afraid of the dark but is still out there searching for the light. I write for the one who needs to feel like their story matters, like their pain has a place, like their love is worth celebrating. I want you to take this journey with me. Let it break you open a little, let it heal something you forgot was wounded... but most of all, let it make you feel seen.
