Remy Alder writes cozy M/M monster romance, where the love interest is a genuine creature with an unfamiliar body, an unfamiliar mind, and its own logic for what care means. The human across the kitchen has to learn all of it from scratch. That gap drives every book, the warmth is the point, and the ending is always safe.
Remy works from a high-country kitchen table with the woodstove going, next to a file of borrowed animal senses kept for the days human words fall short. Reader mail comes back slowly, on what Remy calls creature time.
Six humans. Six demons. One mountain town sitting on a door between worlds — and the relationships that happen when someone leaves it open.
Start with Horns at My Hearth