About Jett HollowayJett Holloway was born in the backseat of a 1959 Cadillac, somewhere between a dive bar and a desert highway, under a blood moon that disappeared from all official records. Raised on a steady diet of pulp novels, grindhouse horror, and whispered ghost stories, she spent her early years drifting from town to town-reading fortunes in back-alley parlors, drinking with exorcists, and investigating hauntings that probably should have stayed unsolved.
A former carnival barker, failed private investigator, and rumored graverobber, Jett has spent years chasing the strange, the forbidden, and the barely legal. She's uncovered crypts that weren't supposed to be opened, attended séances where something knocked back, and once followed a lead on a cursed painting that left her with a permanent twitch in her left eye. From cult-run ghost towns to black-market spell dealers in Louisiana, her experiences shape the dark, dangerous worlds she writes about-where detectives walk the fine line between pleasure and damnation, and monsters are just as seductive as they are deadly.
Her work is a heady mix of hard-boiled grit, erotic horror, and cosmic sleaze, where sexy phantoms, lustful mummies, and insatiable alien queens collide in forbidden encounters drenched in neon and shadow. When she's not writing, Jett can be found haunting secondhand bookstores, drinking coffee strong enough to raise the dead, and debating whether or not that thing in the woods actually followed her home.
Pleasure Drones of the Alien Queen is only the beginning.
A former carnival barker, failed private investigator, and rumored graverobber, Jett has spent years chasing the strange, the forbidden, and the barely legal. She's uncovered crypts that weren't supposed to be opened, attended séances where something knocked back, and once followed a lead on a cursed painting that left her with a permanent twitch in her left eye. From cult-run ghost towns to black-market spell dealers in Louisiana, her experiences shape the dark, dangerous worlds she writes about-where detectives walk the fine line between pleasure and damnation, and monsters are just as seductive as they are deadly.
Her work is a heady mix of hard-boiled grit, erotic horror, and cosmic sleaze, where sexy phantoms, lustful mummies, and insatiable alien queens collide in forbidden encounters drenched in neon and shadow. When she's not writing, Jett can be found haunting secondhand bookstores, drinking coffee strong enough to raise the dead, and debating whether or not that thing in the woods actually followed her home.
Pleasure Drones of the Alien Queen is only the beginning.
