Bio

Samantha F. Lewis is a pseudonym I chose to give these stories their own intimate, private space—separate from the more conventional projects that make up the rest of my professional life.

I’ve been writing for over thirty years. Many of my earliest stories lived briefly on a small blog that eventually faded into the digital ether, but they never really left me. Now, at fifty, I’ve decided to rescue those voices and give them a new form: more mature, more conscious, more truthful.

My path has wandered through different genres—science fiction, fantasy, speculative fiction—but there were stories that refused to stay quiet: more intimate, more sensory tales that didn’t quite fit alongside what I published under my real name. That’s how this pseudonym was born, and with it, a space where eroticism can be explored freely, without the constraints of what’s expected of me elsewhere.

I’m not a theorist of desire, and I don’t pretend to lecture on eroticism. I’m simply someone who writes about people—especially women—who desire, who doubt, who make choices, who feel truly alive. Women who aren’t afraid to look straight at what they want, even if it hurts sometimes, even if it burns.

If these stories manage to move you, unsettle you, stay with you, or set you on fire, if they linger for a moment after you close the book, then they’ve done their job. That’s the only promise I make as an author: honest stories, told with respect, with intensity, and with a deep celebration of life.