V. Dalmatina writes Holy Love — sapphic romances in which love is sacred and deeply earned. Her books are love letters to wounded souls who long to heal — tender, honest, and profoundly transformative. Her stories span multiple worlds: healing contemporary psychic romances bathed in the golden light of Dalmatia, dark portal romantasy, passionate vampire and werewolf tales, and sweeping historical romances. What unites them all is the same emotional core — mature, complex women who carry real scars, profound vulnerability, honest intimacy, and the kind of soul-deep connection that changes everything. Whether through reincarnation and karmic bonds across lifetimes or in this single, fragile life, her heroines choose each other with courage after facing their deepest wounds. There is no manufactured toxicity or drama for the sake of plot — only genuine, hard-won HEAs, because wounded souls deserve real love and soft landings. For thirteen years, she worked as an officer on luxury mega-yachts, sailing around the world. Today she lives with her wife on a quiet Dalmatian island in Croatia, surrounded by the sea and stone that raised her. English is not her first language, and she lives with dyslexia and dysgraphia, yet she pours every story from raw, lived emotional truth. Her interconnected universes — Holy Love, Heart, Afterbite, Crimson Bloom Chronicles, and others — are built slowly, honestly, and with care. This is her sanctuary. She warmly invites you to step inside. #HolyLove #SapphicRomance #HealingRomance #KarmicLove #Afterbite
V. Dalmatina writes Holy Love — sapphic romances in which love is sacred and deeply earned. Her books are love letters to wounded souls who long to heal — tender, honest, and profoundly transformative. Her stories span multiple worlds: healing contemporary psychic romances bathed in the golden light of Dalmatia, dark portal romantasy, passionate vampire and werewolf tales, and sweeping historical romances. What unites them all is the same...
She thought the dark was finished with them. It took Dea instead. Raiane Knight of the Last Light has only just begun to breathe. The curse is quieter. The armor no longer owns every hour. Then the woman who walked the Black Wood with her is taken, and the north will not give her back. She goes after her alone and discovers she is no longer alone....
She was made to kill, and the dark still lives in her armor. Raiane Knight of the Last Light spent fifteen years in a blood witch’s dungeon, cut open and remade into a perfect soldier fused with living plate. She walked out. The curse walked with her. Evil does not attack her anymore. It runs. One by one, she has been burning the black towers of...
She has walked the Earth for eight and a half thousand years and made her peace with solitude. Until a platinum-haired witch on an empty island path looks straight through her invisibility and does not look away. Princess O’Neill chose exile and a vampiric transformation to wait for the sister her brother imprisoned. She drinks replicated blood,...
