San Francisco provided me with a home only until the the wanderlust struck. I was raised all over the U.S. like some kind of tiny blonde gypsy, and marinating in the melting pot of so many cultures may be the source of this wild imagination. No matter where I was or what I thought I wanted to be when I grew up—actress to artist, web designer, fashionista or author—I was always creative.
As far as careers go, daydreaming for a living kicks so much ass.
My name is Karina. I write things.
"Karina Cooper is a wickedly wonderful storyteller." New York Times bestseller Jocelynn Drake
I'm married. You can tell by the facial tic.
The mancandy caught me in a shiny net woven from the tears of embittered virgins. So powerful is that net that I'm helpless to resist him when he looks at me with those big blue eyes and asks, "Can we have one more cat? Please?"
We live in marital bliss in the beautiful(ly dreary) Pacific Nortwest with four cats, one rabbit, the dream of a dog and a passel of adopted gamer geeks. I put my foot down about more animals, so he keeps bringing these poor lost gamers home... It's like kicking a puppy, I swear.
And I'm a geek. 'Cause geeks are sexy.
I answered these questions
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What do you write?
Romance, at the moment. Or rather, I write paranormal romance with a serious slant towards dark, gritty action, murder, mayhem and really hot sex. I’ve got some other irons in the fire, though, and it’s not all pure romance.
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Why romance?
Didn’t you read the first answer? Three words, darling: really hot sex. Well, that and the guaranteed happy ending. I’m a sucker for them. Where else can you find so many genres wrapped up with a happy ending? (And, of course, really hot sex…)
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Does a shiny net from the tears of embittered virgins really exist?
Why else would I be married?
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Will you adopt my dog/cat/hamster/turtle/liger/anteater and/or pegasus?
No. …Well, maybe the pegasus. Momma needs a new feather boa.
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Why do you tweet so much?
Because all of my delicious followers demand to know what I eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner. (I’ll save you time: iron spikes and bourbon.) Also, I’m in love with myself. Aren’t you?