Legend.  Lore.  Love.  Magic. 

These are the hallmarks of Dani Harper’s award-winning tales of faeries, shapeshifters, ghosts, and more, for a mature audience. A former newspaper editor, Dani’s passion for all things supernatural led her to a second career writing fiction. There isn’t anything she likes better than exploring myths and legends from many cultures, which serve to inspire her sizzling and suspenseful stories.

A longtime resident of the Canadian north and southeastern Alaska, she now lives in rural Washington with her retired mountain-man husband. Together they do battle with runaway garden gnomes, rampant fruit trees, and a roving herd of predatory chickens.

The Stories

Harper’s first foray into fiction began with a series of successful wolf-shifter novels: CHANGELING MOON (2012 RITA finalist), CHANGELING DREAM, and CHANGELING DAWN. A darker werewolf tale bordering on urban fantasy followed: FIRST BITE. More recently she’s been bringing ancient faery legends into modern-day America with The Grim Series (STORM WARRIOR, a top ten pick by PUBLISHERS WEEKLY, STORM BOUND,  STORM WARNED, and STORM CROSSED (2019 Winner of PRISM for Urban Fantasy and 2019 Winner of the Golden Quill for Fantasy Romance). For those who love a ghostly love story, she wrote THE HOLIDAY SPIRIT, Book 1 of the Haunted Holiday Series.

 More on Dani

I have a very serious gardening habit, especially when it comes to flowers and trees. In January, my kitchen table gets buried under a large stack of seed catalogs. A month later, seedling trays and grow lights will take over every horizontal surface. I also adore animals of every kind, and once had a tiny farm in northern Canada with a herd of goats. I’ve been owned by a pug or two for many years (always rescues), and only my husband keeps me from turning into a crazy pug lady!

It’s far too late to prevent me from being a crazy chicken lady however – at present I’m mom to 29 hens and a couple of roosters. And yup, they all have names! (Priscilla, Wild Thing, Romeo, Olive, Lucy, Mrs. Beardsley, Cheeks…) Although friends and family threatened to get me a Christmas shirt saying: “I Was Normal a Dozen Chickens Ago”, I escaped that fate this year. I did get a pair of gnome salt and pepper shakers though — I have an entire colony of gnomes outside, standing guard over the raspberries and the rosebushes!