#neumann leathers

[streetsoup]

dale at neumann leathers 11/23/24

the upcoming ep was played in full as well as one new song!

special thanks to @dalebone for the sick shot of aidan making the setlists

[dalebone]

Dale setlist 11.23.24

[forcedfemme-me]

Nicole Neumann

[cornerdreams-txt]

quick headcanons about the new characters in the bo6 crew :)

black ops 6 was phenomenal, btw. i loved it. please come talk to me about it. please. please. please. please. please. pl

★ william "case" calderon

— known to dissociate or space out frequently, but is easily pulled out of it. it's on his record, but it's never caused enough problems for command to really get concerned about it.

— fidgets with his holsters when he's on edge. it's too quiet, or he's waiting for something to happen, he'll rub his fingers against the leather of the straps, or catch his nail on the metal of the buckles, over and over again. even if the weapon inside, blade or gun, is already drawn.

— seems uneasy around smoke or fog, shifty eyes and a pinched brow, but whenever its brought up, he's confused. seems like he has no idea that air that's... thicker, maybe, is a good descriptor, seems to put him on edge.

— unbothered by bugs, snakes, and any kind of creepy-crawly. seems to enjoy them, if anything - helped handle spiders and other insects or pests that found their way into the safehouse. biting insects seem to love him, though - mosquitoes especially. probably a blood type thing, right?

— avid horror enjoyer. seems uneasy about human experimentation, though. him and woods both seem to dislike that kind of trope.

★ troy marshall

— art is a coping skill, and hobby, of sorts. he keeps a pocket sketchbook and a handful of pens in his pockets whenever he can so he can pull it out when the inspiration arises.

— the longer the group stayed in the safehouse, the more that sketchbook filled up with portraits and still life sketches. people, interactions, architecture, sunrises, scenery. memories, ones troy couldn't help but want to capture.

— definitely a motorcyclist. did you see how he handled that bike with case on the back of it? that was NOT this man's first rodeo. 110% has a motorbike of his own. his biker jackets cycle in and out of his daily wardrobe at seemingly random.

— terrible cook. cannot make complex dishes to save his life. can follow instructions, sure, and makes a damn good sandwhich, but do not trust him to make soup or anything of the sort from scratch.

— ...isn't terrible at cooking meat, though. says he learned how to grill from his parents, but didn't really give the team many chances to see for themselves.

— seems to almost act as an older brother figure to the team instinctively. based on how he responds to jokes about him being a mother hen, it doesn't seem like he realizes he does it. (it is welcome, though. the compassion is nice, in such a harsh field)

★ sevati dumas

— very task oriented. you give her a goal and the right motivation, and she'll do it. very very headstrong, though. doesn't like taking orders unless compensated properly.

— food motivated. loves a good savory dish. enjoys exploring other cultures through that. but, no, she will not accept food as payment. nice try.

— good at acting lax and unbothered, but does, in fact, care very deeply. she's empathetic, but forces herself not to show it. she's had that be taken advantage of once, and she refuses to let that happen again.

— very reluctant to get attached or form connections to others, see her admitting she's only with the team until she gets paid. but she still hangs around felix, and she still tries to talk to troy when harrow's fellowship with the pantheon was unveiled. seems like she's not perfect when it comes to avoiding getting attached, is she?

— vibes only but like. i feel like she wants a little sibling. she wants someone she can take care of. she wants to be a good family member to someone, but having a child... no. she refuses to be a mother. she doesn't want to be a wife. she wants to be her own person. (she'd make a great godmother. or aunt. if she had the chance, and if she tried)

★ felix neumann

— if this man isn't autistic i am going to swallow a leather jacket whole like a snake. by the way. just sayin.

— the gloves were a paranoia result. they're metaphorical, sure, a reminder to himself not to harm anyone else, no taking another human life, but also a horrible, creeping paranoia eased in, of "what if they find your fingerprints," "what if you get blood on your hands again," "what if what if what if" until he could only ease it by wearing gloves. worked nicely, in the end. taking them off was... cathartic. to say the least.

— probably an anarchist? the vibes are there. hates society. hates government. wants to dismantle it all and start from scratch. that's the vibe.

— you... my special little man, get the nature autism. this guy can go on for hours and hours about the critters case finds around the safehouse, and case listens attentively and happily. also fantastic at foraging, has dozens of safe-to-eat and unsafe-to-eat plants stored away in his brain, and can rattle off the facts at a moment's notice.

— not the best hunter, but is, amusingly, better with a bow when it comes to hunting than he is with a gun.

— would code simple video games (think similar vibes to the chrome dinosaur game) to play for fun if he got bored enough. good thing he's excellent at finding things to distract himself with, no?

★ jane harrow

— photography lover. not fantastic about herself, but she'll sit and analyze photos taken by others for minutes on end, noting all the little details captured by a camera lense freezing the moment in time.

— does the same with drawn art. paint, sketch, whatever, she'll sit and analyze every little detail she can and point it all out. she loves noticing the details. calling attention to them. letting the artist know, if she can, that she sees all the effort they put into their work.

— her guilty pleasure? window shopping for stuffed animals. always writes it off as being for her niece, or a friend's child, but she wants to collect them. there's something soft, precious, genuine and uncomplicated about plush toys. but she's an adult. she can't afford to be so childish.

— ...alongside the drawing troy made of her, she still also keeps the little teddy bear he insisted on buying for her as a thank you gift, once. but that one isn't in her office. she hides it, away from prying eyes.

— mildly claustrophobic. she can push through it, and she will, when it comes to what her job demands of her, but she likes to avoid enclosed spaces when she can get away with it. it's... easier. feels less like being cornered. (she dances around the real reason she hates it. she never wants to be stuck hiding in a closet, or tucked under a little girl's bed ever, ever again.)

[siriusist]

Also finally finished the novel the Netflix series "All the Light We Cannot See" is based on and while I found it dragged in some parts- there is a reason why I changed my username a couple of months ago to Pfenniged, because the Werner Pfennig plot line is SO well written and tragic, but I literally highlighted some of the sentences in his chapters, because they're so stunning. It's no wonder this book won the Pulitzer Prize:

Just some of the best sentences/ sections I highlighted:

"Frederick's dreaminess- his otherness- it's on him like a scent- and everyone can smell it."

"Russia collapses like an accordion."

"It seems to Werner as if all the boys around him are intoxicated. As if at every meal, the cadets fill their tin cups not with the cold mineralized water of Schulpforta but with a spirit that leaves them glazed and dazzled, as if they ward off a vast and inevitable tidal wave of anguish only by staying forever drunk on rigour and exercise and gleaming boot leather. The eyes of the most bullheaded boys radiate a shining determination: every ounce of their attention has been trained to ferret out weakness. They study Werner with suspicion when he returns from Hauptmann's lab. They do not trust that he's an orphan, that he's often alone, that his accent carries a whisper of the French he learned as a child."

"Perhaps for the first time, Werner sees in his teachers thinning blonde hair, in his black nostrils, in his small almost elfin ears, something pitiless and inhuman, something determined only to survive."

"Frederick's gaze remains stuck in some terrible middle ground, each eye a stagnant pool into which Werner cannot bear to look."

Also the fact that his name is Werner Pfennig. Pfennig literally means Penny in German. His life is worth a penny. (Also, the spot on casting for the Netflix series with Louis Hofmann- when they describe Werner as someone with a "melting" smile.)

It's the same with the ironically named Neumann One and Neumann Two, since there are two Neumanns in their unit and as "new men" or fresh bodies there is no need to distinguish them.

[denverneumann]

135th Victor's Ball

To honor homeland of the newest victor, Denver Neumann attends the Victor's Ball in a dress with lumber-printed fabric draped to create the illusion of a fire work or a ferris wheel. It's a subdued look for a subdued time, but nothing less than the latest fashion. Her makeup contains touches of the gold of a victory, and her blood-red leather shoes feature hand carved wood relief platforms. Denver's hair is piled as high as the trees of District Seven, flying out in blonde wildfire waves.

[stonehubbard]

Stone Hubbard has been around fashion and fabrication his whole life. From his early childhood, he would watch his aunts make clothing patterns from paper bags and transform them into their latest fashions. His mother had a keen eye and fierce collection of handbags and shoes; however, it would not be until his costume construction class at Booker T. Washington High School for the Performing and Visual Arts in Dallas, TX. that he would be introduced to bag design and fabrication by Elizabeth Knodle. Even though he would first pursue a career in costume design, he was always designing and fabricating bags.

He continued his formal accessories design and fabrication studies later at the Fashion Institute of Technology, earning his Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in 2011.

     In 2003 Stone launched Raw Goddess, a wearable art handbag line.  Raw Goddess was honored to be exhibited alongside Cuban artist Damian Aquiles at the Hedi Cho Gallery in New York City’s Chelsea district.  They were sold in boutiques throughout New York City. 

   In 2014 by Stone was launched with a concentration on a more masculine style. Ultimately the culmination of Raw Goddess and by Stone became Stone Hubbard New York.

   After many years of working in his cramped studio in Manhattan, Stone found a spacious, inspiring, and vibrant workspace at the iconic Neumann Leather building in Hoboken, NJ where new bag creations are underway.

His bags have been seen in several movies, Vogue Türkiye, Vanity Fair UK, and spotlighted on E News.

When Stone is not in the studio creating he is at Parsons School of Design at The New School where he is an Assistant Professor in the BFA Fashion Product Pathway and Parsons Academy teaching the next generation of designers and makers.

[dlwood951]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Rag & Bone Grand Prix Jeans Royal Blue & Black SZ 24.

[alix-roche]

The Hunt for the Teumessian Fox

Chapter 1

A loud beep from my Magidex startled me as I lay in my bed after running Neumann’s latest obstacle course. He was my dispatcher ever since I arrived at the Union’s Academy in Annecy and got assigned to his department.

If he wasn’t running us ragged in training, we were out in the field on a mission. A notification pinged; it looked like I was just assigned one.

It was only the fifth time I had heard that sound in the three months since my arrival. That meant I wouldn’t have to run that damn course again. It was nearly summer proper, and I itched to get out of Annecy for good.

I slipped the Magidex out of its holding case, which I had discarded on my bedside table as soon as I had returned from training. 

This magical device, specifically developed by the Union, was integral to my work as a Guardian here. 

Everything I needed was contained within it—from the lunch menu at the cafeteria to an extensive search algorithm that gave me access to the Union archives.

I had to admit I frequently forgot to use the Magidex for its intended purpose and often wasted time looking for materials in the physical archives.

In reality, it was nothing more than a moderately fancy tablet disguised magically as a book. Still, instead of connecting to the internet, it connected to the internal Magitome system, which stored all of the Union’s data.

The information crystals embedded in the spine and cover—the ones responsible for magic and technology intertwining seamlessly—sparkled as I opened the pale green leather-bound Magidex, and a text box flashed into existence on the screen in front of me.

But to my surprise, the sender wasn’t Neumann. It was Jansen.

You have been assigned a new mission: The Hunt for the Teumessian Fox.

Objective: Capture the recently awakened Ispoleen of the Teumessian Fox and bring it back to the Magidex Union Academy.

Squad: Stella Byrne, Andreas Lyko.

Squad Leaders: Devin Leone, Kaira Alliguery.

Mission Start: 12 a.m. May 24th.

Mission Location: Thebes, Greece.

To accept the mission, take the card now.

A black mission card with a red and white crystal illustration materialised out of the Magidex and floated in front of me.

Devin Leone… I blinked at the screen in disbelief.

I had gotten a mission from Jansen’s department last month, but this…

I was able to land on the same mission squad as him. 

I couldn’t snatch the mission card fast enough.

It had been my aim all along to work with Devin. He was the Union’s best Guardian, the reason I was here.

I looked at the time on my Magidex and realised it was already 9 p.m., which meant Jansen would not be available to talk. And the mission was starting tomorrow.

A new lot of Guardians were starting their studies at the Academy in a week, and Jansen was clearly too busy with that if he was sending out mission cards this late in the day.

My mind still reeling, I flipped the card around to learn more about the Ispoleen we would be going after.

I am going to Greece with Devin Leone. Tomorrow.

Another notification beeped from the Magidex; my schedule. I opened it and started reading. The faint blue glow of the screen became more familiar with every mission report I had to type on it. 

As I scanned my schedule, I dialled Raze, who should be ecstatic to hear the news of my upcoming mission.

When he picked up, I read out the mission card.

“I thought you were calling me to say you’re on his permanent team. I’m disappointed. It’s taking you too long to get this done, Kaira.”

I took a deep breath and swallowed the sourness filling my mouth.

“You and I both know he doesn’t do the search for the Scepter on Union time,” I reminded my mentor. “I need a lot more than being on his team to get to that.”

A moment of silence stretched.

“I’m busy with Syndicate business. We have a trail on the Auclair family’s hideout, and our resources are focused on that. Stay alert at the Union about developments on that front as well. Complete your mission as normal, and don’t contact me until you have something meaningful to report.” Raze clipped his words and hung up.

I understood what he meant, but it didn’t stop me from grinding my teeth. I was so over Raze’s attitude about this.

Why had he sent me on this assignment if he wasn’t invested in it? Finding the Scepter and capturing Leone should be his top priority.

I fiddled more with the mission card as I thought about my possible courses of action.

Because the mission assignment was short notice, the message had been sent after the end of Jansen’s working hours. That probably meant I wasn’t the first one considered to fill this spot on the squad. 

This wasn’t surprising, as I was relatively new to this division of the Union, and they were still trying to find which position to assign me long-term.

An unfamiliar notification pinged from the Magidex, but I eagerly opened the email.

I scanned the text, in disbelief at my luck…

It was a transfer document between Neumann and Jansen. I was on loan to Jansen’s department for the next mission, and if successful, I would be transferred fully.

I had been trying my best to steer the Union into putting me out in the field, switching me over to Jansen’s department for months. 

I would have rather torn out my hair than do paperwork willingly. However, it seemed that Jansen was looking for an archivist that could still give his squad a run for their money out on a mission—a hard thing to find, as most archivists and researchers were specialising in that because of their lack of combat abilities.

I had made it pretty clear I wanted that spot. I guess they were finally giving me my shot. 

Plus, the Teumessian Fox was a powerful Push Force-Paradox Ispoleen. Being a mission leader for this one meant I would get first dibs on that Ispoleen crystal once we got it back to the Academy. 

It would make me an even more powerful Guardian, given I had the Push affinity. 

I tried to calculate my potential ranking if I could secure it… I would break the top 100 for sure… depending on the synergy score I got for it, I might even break the top 70 Guardians here at the Academy. 

That was a long way from Devin’s number one spot, but it would allow me always to be a consideration for any mission.

Even if I don’t get the Ispoleen crystal, at least I can impress Leone, and he might take me on another of his missions. I tried to reason with myself. I would be able to even request him to join my own missions.

If he would join, that was a different matter altogether, though.

I opened my Magidex again and tried to book a meeting with Jansen. 

It was obvious I was a last-minute stand-in, as normally, there was a three-day preparation period between mission dispatch and departure. I didn’t even have a day’s worth of prep, as we were leaving at noon the next day from the Academy. 

Hell, I hadn’t been to a planning meeting about this. And it was Jansen’s protocol to have at least one planning meeting before taking off on a mission.

I thought there would be one scheduled for the morning, surely, but upon opening my meeting calendar, I saw that it was completely empty and the next three days were blocked out, as I was to be in Greece.

I opened Jansen’s calendar and tried to schedule his earliest time slot for the morning.

Timeslot: Occupied.

Strange, normally, it showed the person who had reserved the spot directly instead of this message.

I tried the next meeting slot, just before I would need to leave for Basel to get on the plane with the rest of the mission squad.

Timeslot: Occupied. Devin Leone.

I was about to curse him out when a tug from my power snapped me out of my thoughts.

The crystal I wore around my neck became uncomfortably hot—Vixair wanted out. He must have sensed my… was it excitement or anxiety? I didn’t know myself, but I was feeling cold.

“Fly out, Vixair,” I mumbled and stroked the crystal, which started glowing.

A silver fox, the size of a cocker spaniel, materialised from thin air in front of me and floated in mid-air. His three tails stretched out, and Vixair blinked slowly at me with his star-speckled eyes.

Took you long enough, he whined, before blowing a gust of wind and following it all around the room, inspecting the mess I had made the night before.

He couldn’t talk out loud to me, naturally, but we communicated through our Ispoleen bond, which we had forged the moment I acquired him. 

He was an elemental Ispoleen. There were many like him, each one with a slightly different skill set. He was an air Ispoleen specifically and could fly without a problem.

I had struggled for years to get him under control. Air Ispoleens were naturally unpredictable and free-willed, but by the time I was twelve, the two of us were the best of friends. It’s why he dared to be a whiny bitch about being cooped up in his crystal… and knew I would give in.

He had been through everything with me.

“We’re going to be hunting the Teumessian Fox tomorrow. I’ll need you to be on your best behaviour, and you’re going to track it for me, alright? We need to impress Leone on this mission,” I called out to Vixair, who stopped his flight around the room, and nodded as he hovered in place, then immediately went to the window, indicating he wanted to go outside.

“Go on, I need some fresh air as well,” I sighed.

Vixair was skilled in picking locks and could potentially open any door. He was more than capable of lifting the latch of the window himself, which he did, and fresh air flooded into the room.

“And check on the state of the Academy’s barrier for me,” I asked him.

He confirmed my suspicion; they had gotten even weaker.

They had been steadily decreasing in power ever since I had arrived.

The evening was becoming night as I watched the lights of Annecy flicker on, and the cold river breeze rushed into my lungs as I leaned on the edge of the window, watching Vixair enjoy his momentary freedom.

Tomorrow would make or break my assignment… and my career as a Guardian at both the Union and the Syndicate.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. This is chapter 1 of a short novella I wrote as a prequel to the Magidex Academy series.

I will be posting the rest of the novella chapters shortly. You should follow me so it will pop up in your feed when I publish it.

In the meantime, you can check out my published work here.

[ccrbonline]

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[life-styled]

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[falcorskeeper-blog]

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[leatherista22]

[forcedfemme-me]

Nicole Neumann

[aautiemiller-rockcenter]

JUMP Anaheim 2022 - Senior Solo Results

1. Courtney Chiu (Studio Fusion)

1. Raven Alanes (Studio Fusion)

1. Emily Okamoto (Westside Dance Project)

2. Robyn Neumann (YYC)

2. Berlynn Gonzalez (OCPAA)

2. Holden Kunowski (Danceology)

2. Kennedy Barry (Danceology)

3. Julia Yariv (Elite Dance PAC)

4. Gracie Coyne (AVANTI)

4. Nina Sawaya (Mather)

4. Valeria Vazquez (YYC)

4. Hailey Meyers (Danceology)

4. Kellen Leathers (Danceology)

4. Lilly Lorber (Westside Dance Project)

4. Rhaine Marquardt (YYC)

5. Ellie Weimer (Danceology)

6. Emma Mather (Mather)

7. Hannah Lynn (Bobbie’s School)

8. Sophia Albornoz (Mather)

8. Maddie Lucas (Mather)

8. Emma Hellenkamp (Danceology)

9. Makenna Miller (Mather)

10. Mia Seleno (Studio Fusion)

[bewitchingbooktours]

Release Day Blitz The Waxing Moon by Elli Morgan #PNR #ParanormalRomance #NewRelease

The Waxing Moon

Elli Morgan

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication: November 7th, 2022

ISBN: 978-1-5092-4400-3 

ISBN: 978-1-5092-4401-0 

ASIN: B0B8XPWTWT

Number of pages: 252

Word Count: 57649

Cover Artist: Jennifer Greeff

Tagline: How far would you go to escape mundanity, and what would you risk for eternity with your beloved?

Book Description:

Lilah Neumann has longed for something beyond the mundane for as long as she can remember. A chance meeting with a mysterious and sexy vampire turns her dreams into a reality filled with adventure and excitement. She has no plans to return to her previous dull life.

After spending 400 years as a lone mercenary, Cain finds more than a companion in 19-year-old Lilah. Yet he can’t shake his past and struggles to suppress his feelings to protect her from the dangers and temptations his kind offers.

When Cain abandons her to keep her safe, Lilah finds herself on a journey through Europe to overcome her human limits and fight for a place by his side. But can a human survive in a vampire’s world?

Book Trailer: - https://youtu.be/8FwCHzk7a4Y

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Excerpt Chapter 2

The crescent moon hung high in the dark sky as Lilah roamed the deserted streets of her neighborhood. Logic told her she shouldn’t be out alone at this hour, but she didn’t care. She’d always loved the mystery of the night. Even as a child, she slipped outside and gazed at the stars when she felt sad. They gave her hope that life offered more than what she knew. Besides, she needed to clear her head, and the fresh air on this warm summer night calmed her.

With worries about an uncertain future preoccupying her mind, she didn’t pay attention to her surroundings until a shiver ran through her body. She didn’t recognize the street she walked on, and her instincts told her she wasn’t alone. Someone—or something—was lurking in the shadows, watching her every move.

It’s not human. It was a silly thought or maybe wishful thinking. Most of the books, movies, and TV shows she devoured featured vampires and other things that go bump in the night. Meeting someone, or rather something, right out of her favorite works of fiction excited her.

Or maybe the prospect of something supernatural lying in wait comforted her more than the idea of a serial killer or rapist stalking her. Either way, she stopped to look around in hopes of finding a way out of a potentially dangerous situation.

Old-looking town houses lined the narrow, cobbled street. They were dark. Their inhabitants were asleep or not at home. The only light came from a single streetlamp behind her, about two meters from where she stood. Only her breathing interrupted the silence.

She took a few more steps before pausing again. Apart from her feet echoing on the cobblestones, there was no sound. Nothing hinted at anyone walking nearby, following her, or breathing in her vicinity. And yet, the goose bumps on her skin convinced her otherwise.

She preferred finding out about her pursuer sooner rather than later. As she couldn’t achieve anything by staying quiet, she summoned up her courage to speak. “Stop hiding yourself. I know you’re there…I can’t see or hear you…But I can feel you watching me.” With a whisper, she added the word “vampire.”

A chuckle coming from behind her broke the silence. She squealed, and when she turned around, a tall, young man with shoulder-length, chocolate-brown hair, pale skin, and a long, dark leather coat was standing below the streetlight. He hadn’t been there when she’d checked her surroundings earlier, and there had been no footsteps indicating anyone had walked up to her.

“Interesting,” he said. “I didn’t expect you to notice me. How did you recognize me for what I am without even seeing me?” He spoke softly, as if not to frighten her.

How indeed? She did not have a rational explanation.

“Call it a gut feeling or a verbalization of my deepest hopes.” Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears. Was she actually talking to a vampire?

“Your deepest hopes? Why do I, a vampire, instill hope instead of fear in you?”

“I’ve prayed for something more than a mundane life. Meeting a vampire is not an everyday experience, so I’m thrilled.” And possibly screwed, depending on what he wanted from her.

The vampire smiled, revealing his fangs. “Even if meeting me is the last experience you’ll ever have? Aren’t you afraid to die?”

She’d never contemplated her death. The possibility of her life ending in an instant stole her breath. But wasn’t a short, exciting life worth much more than a long and boring existence? Didn’t meeting with a vampire top everything she could hope for, in a world which often felt meaningless?

“I’m more afraid of living without ever feeling alive.” Despite her words, her voice trembled.

“So you’ll give me your blood and your life?”

“I don’t mind donating some blood, but my life is a different matter. If it’s up to me, I’d prefer to keep it.” She gulped. Did she have a choice? “Death by vampire doesn’t sound too bad, though. There are worse or more boring ways to die. And when you talk about taking my life, does it mean I’ll die for good, or will your bite turn me into a vampire as well?”

He answered with a dry laugh. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, girl, but a simple bite won’t turn you. We’d be out of food in no time if every human we bit became a vampire. No, we can choose to turn a human, but it’s not a choice taken lightly. I won’t condemn anyone to this miserable life.”

“You’ve got a sad view of your life.”

“You’re one to talk. Your life doesn’t seem to fascinate you either.”

“It didn’t until today,” she admitted. “You’ve shown me something fascinating. The existence of vampires and a world beyond the one I know as a human is giving me hope for a more interesting tomorrow.”

The vampire vanished from where he stood, only to appear right behind her. “What a pity there won’t be another tomorrow for you.”

About the Author:

Elli Morgan was born in 1991 in a small town in Germany. Although she only started learning English in sixth grade, she quickly fell in love with the language. To improve her skills, she spent a year working and traveling in Canada and the US.

As a teenager, she devoured countless fanfictions and vampire novels. During that time, she also developed the idea for her first book, but she didn’t write it down until the COVID-19 lockdown in 2020.

Apart from being a writer, she’s also a trained mathematician, working as Business Intelligence Developer at an IT company. In her free time, she enjoys hiking, traveling, and all kinds of games.

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