C.L. Mannarino is a Massachusetts native who can’t choose between a dark, gothic Halloween loaded with full moons, vampire fangs, and black lace, or a sweet Spring day full of sunny meadows, Boston creme cakes, and 50s Swing dresses. So, she writes about both, combining the magic and mystery of the best month of the year, and the optimistic possibilities of warmer weather in her stories. When not writing, she’s busy fighting clouds of grasshoppers for space to grow blood-red flowers, and concocting a meal that probably needs more garlic salt. Because you can never be too careful.