A runaway bride. A camera that never blinks. A studio where fear becomes art.
Andora doesn’t photograph weddings, she dismantles them. When a blood-streaked bride crashes into her orbit, the chase becomes obsession, and obsession becomes creation. What starts as a hunt twists into something darker, more intimate, more depraved than either of them could have imagined.
Behind the lens, pain looks beautiful. Under the lights, terror tastes sweet. And in the red room, no one walks out the same.
Moony Luve is a tattooed, foul-mouthed, emo gamer girl writing filthy dark horror romance from the neon belly of Las Vegas. She’s been married for 15 years to her real-life possessive masked book boyfriend, @OperatorGoober a Marine-built mix of Simmons and Axel who lives by the “touch her and die” motto. She’s got two chaotic mermaid kids, a camera full of alt couples doing unspeakable things in the desert, and an Xbox kill count high enough to make fragile men cry. When she’s not photographing love or writing about obsession, she’s baked on the couch yelling at COD lobbies with her crew Roza, Goober, and Luke. Her body’s a shrine of tattoos to Marvel, her brain’s a Star Wars databank, and her favorite men are fictional, morally black, and usually covered in blood.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again million more times, Andora is my favorite unhinged, insane photographer! This is my favorite series and they’re the perfect short novellas for in between longer reads.