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About Rayne Havok
Rayne has the attention span of a goldfish so she tends to write shorter stories.
Full of gory and gross thoughts that need to be put to paper, she writes all the time to clear space for the new stuff. She is a huge fan of horror and loves to be shocked by all things 'extreme'.
She's all about the bloody and gruesome, but also loves sprinkling it with taboo and gratuitous sex.
She is a little psychotic and a little sweet, lives in Phoenix Arizona- but doesn't get out much for fear of melting to death in the desert heat.
She loves hearing what you think, so leave a review!
Reach out to her on Goodreads or TheRayneHavok@gmail.com
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