The Badass Babes of the Bible Collection

The women of the Hebrew Bible have always deserved better than being reduced to cautionary tales, supporting characters, or somebody’s wife.

The Badass Babes of the Bible collection is my attempt to give them the kind of stories I think they deserve: contemporary romance novels full of grief, desire, friendship, faith, mess, hope, and women making choices about their own lives.

Holland, My Heart is inspired by Ruth. It is the slowest of burns, a love-after-loss romance about Holland Gallagher, who is grieving the life she thought she would have, and Kai Ipu, a man with excellent shoulders, a very large heart, and absolutely no intention of letting her carry everything alone. It is about found family, devotion, and the terrifying possibility that love might still be waiting for you after everything falls apart.

When Ivy Met Adam takes Eve, adds a generous helping of Lilith, and makes the whole thing queer as hell. Ivy is mourning the end of her college relationship when someone from her past turns her carefully rebuilt life upside down. It is a love triangle. It is complicated. It is about identity, desire, and what happens when you stop trying to become who everyone else needs you to be.

Coming in 2026, Ximena, My Heart follows Holland’s sister-in-law in a nerd-meets-nerd, love-after-loss workplace romance with serious competence kink. Ximena has survived the unimaginable and built a beautiful life afterward. Reed is brilliant, guarded, and entirely too good at seeing through her. There will be intellectual sparring. There will be longing. There will be excellent suits.

Also on the horizon: Hannah’s Song, inspired by 1 Samuel 1–2; Three’s a Charm, a Deborah-inspired polyamorous romantic suspense; and, someday down the road, a story about the five daughters of Zelophehad, who politely asked for their inheritance and then changed the law.

These books are not meant to replace or somehow fix the original stories. They are love letters to them.

Years ago, I watched a young rabbi drape herself across the Torah as though it were her own beloved copy. At first, I was startled. Then I understood: this was not disrespect. It was intimacy. It was affection. It was the kind of love that makes you want to argue with a story, wrestle with it, laugh with it, and keep coming back.

That is the spirit of these books.

The Bible is full of women who were complicated, clever, angry, faithful, ambitious, grieving, horny, brave, and deeply human.

I think they deserve romance novels.