Rose City SFFW
Chris Walters

Chris Walters

Chris lives in Portland, Oregon with his partner and two cats. When not reading, writing, or working his day job, he is an announcer for the Rose City Rollers. He self-published his first novel, No One Like You, in 2024. Chris writes contemporary romance and paranormal romantasy set in the Pacific Northwest.

Publications

Goddess Good

Goddess Good

Six thousand years ago, Inanna was the most powerful Goddess in ancient Mesopotamia. Now, she works night security in Portland, Oregon, keeping her true nature disguised. Bored out of her mind, Inanna jumps at the chance for something different when her best friend opens a bikini coffee cart.

 

For the past seventeen hundred years, Inanna and others like her have been hunted by a group of men dedicated to ensuring there is only One True God by eliminating all competition. Sean Chambers is one of those Godkillers. Recently assigned to Portland, Sean diligently seeks deities and other fey creatures, but searching for hidden enemies is thirsty work.

 

Can an immortal and a mortal on opposite sides of a secret war raging for centuries find happiness? It might require a miracle.

Snow Ordinary Love

Snow Ordinary Love

After booting a city councilman, Mona is fired from her job as a bouncer, one of the few jobs available to an orc. Her best friend, Tiffany, suggests a solo getaway to her brother, Joel’s, cabin in the mountains. Mona hasn’t forgiven Joel for how he dated and ditched her in high school, but it’s not like he’ll be there. Tiffany convinces her that it’s the perfect place to reset and decide what comes next.

 

Mona is just getting settled, when Joel arrives unexpectedly with a blizzard on his heels. Emotionally wounded from the recent divorce he hasn’t told his family about, he is also seeking a getaway.

 

Now Mona and Joel are faced with only one bed and nowhere to go until the roads are passable. Old sparks flare, rekindling hopes and feelings long thought dead. Together, they must find a way to heal their wounds, or the weight of their past will come crashing down like an avalanche.