turning survival into story and art into rebellion.

My goal as an author…

I don’t write happy endings—I write earned ones. Messy, mythic, and laced with blood and stardust.

Jubilee RaeAnn Starling

Writer. Commander. Cosmic weapon in heels.

Jubilee RaeAnn Starling transforms pain into prose, wielding words like weapons to carve out universes of heartbreak, hope, and defiance. She writes as though survival is a sacred act — raw, radiant, and unrepentant.

A one-woman renaissance forged in betrayal and lit by rebirth, Jubilee specializes in cosmic love stories laced with rebellion and stitched from shards. Her characters tear through systems, claw back their agency, and love like it costs everything — because it usually does. Think: goddesses with blood beneath their nails, lovers born in fallout, and villains one heartbreak away from ascension.

Divorced, defiant, and done being small, she paints on six-foot canvases, turns trauma into stand-up comedy, and commands fantasy events like she was born to lead a rebellion. Her shoulder-cat, Serenity, keeps watch. Minnesota is her home base. And her story? She wears it like armor — sequined, scarred, and utterly unforgettable.

Cookie Bouquet Apologies

A Memoir of Healing from Trauma

“Not a redemption arc. A resurrection.”

This isn’t a redemption arc. It’s a survival one.

Cookie Bouquet Apologies is my story — the raw, jagged kind. The kind where healing doesn’t come in soft focus but in shattered glass and sharp choices. I was raised to be my mother’s emotional crutch, then married a man who took notes on how to break me further. For over twenty years, I was told to be small, be quiet, be convenient. And then I wasn’t anymore.

This memoir is not a clean resolution. It’s the blood, glitter, and gallows humor of becoming someone new — someone free. It’s about walking away, setting boundaries like barbed wire, and learning how to keep softness without sacrificing strength.

This is not a story of becoming who I was. It’s the story of becoming someone new—stronger, softer, and alive in ways I never imagined. If you’ve ever had to rebuild from wreckage, this memoir is proof: even in the ruins, there’s still a path forward.