Supernatural fiction with danger, adventure, and romance
Holly M. Campbell
Almost from the moment I first learned how to write, I’ve been writing stories. In the beginning, they were based on games I played with my friends—a way to keep playtime going even when I was alone. When I was about 12 years old, I realized this was more than just playtime. More than escapism. More than a hobby. Storytelling was my passion—what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
I write speculative/supernatural stories with danger, mystery, and romance.
Along with writing, I enjoy reading, singing, dancing, and training Brazilian jiu jitsu. I live in Washington State with my husband and two daughters.
Almost from the moment I first learned how to write, I’ve been writing stories. In the beginning, they were based on games I played with my friends—a way to keep playtime going even when I was alone. When I was about 12 years old, I realized this was more than just playtime. More than escapism. More than a hobby. Storytelling was my passion—what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
I write speculative/supernatural stories with danger,...
I can't avoid the dark forever. Electricity goes out. Light bulb burns out. The sun sets every evening. Darkness is inevitable. I'm going to die.
Hope Murdoch was born dead. She took a breath two minutes later and now is an almost-normal sixteen-year-old. Normal: a hopeless crush on the boy next door, a negative body image, and a (mis)diagnosis...
I stopped worrying. The darkness, the cold, the danger of where we stood--none of it faded, but instead, somehow added to the pleasure of his lips on mine, of his tongue slowly snaking into my mouth.
College freshman Mary White is the newest member of the ghost hunting group, the Spirit Stalkers. But unlike the other hunters, Mary doesn't need...
With a little help from her death-seeing boyfriend, Lance Hampton, Hope Murdoch has already defeated fate once. Doing it again—and stopping a serial killer in the making—shouldn’t be too hard…except she hasn’t healed from her last brush with the psychopath, Lance is struggling with his personal demons, and she’s...
Seven or eight years ago, I left the faith of my youth. I went from an absolute, die-hard believer to someone who wants nothing to do with the church. I’m sure it seemed abrupt to everyone on the outside. One Sunday, I was there, praying and singing hymns with everyone else, and the next, I was gone…unwilling to talk to anyone about what had happened.
The truth is nothing happened. I’d just finally stopped forcing it. I’d ignored the red flags for too long. The cracks in my faith had been...
Growing up, I wanted to be a witch. I wanted to see a ghost. For me, those ambitions were right up there with becoming a famous singer…or actress…or writer…and making millions of dollars.
I can’t pinpoint where my obsession with “otherness” came from (though it likely started with this), although it did seem to run in the family—despite our religious background and understanding that the pursuit of anything magical/spiritual outside the confines of our faith was prohibited. Perhaps, in fact,...
