Scarlett Lockhart

Let’s skip the formalities.

If you’ve made it here, you’re already a little curious. Maybe more than a little.

I write under a pen name—Scarlett Lockhart—not because I’m ashamed, but because the world I live in doesn’t always leave room for the woman I become when the lights dim and the pages turn. My community is lovely… supportive, even. But it’s also conservative. And there’s a side of me—sultry, kinky and unapologetic—that doesn’t fit into polite dinner conversations or boardroom meetings.

The truth? I got my first taste of inspiration flipping through Yume, a nude art magazine. I didn’t want to just look—I wanted to know. How did she end up in that pose? What did she say, what did he do, what rules were broken before the shutter clicked?

That’s when the stories started. Always nasty. Always alive.

During the writing camp in Spain, I found the courage to give those stories shape. And ever since, I’ve found myself in every woman I write. I feel what she feels. The slow tease. The sharp need. The surrender. It’s intoxicating.

Scarlett was born just before the pandemic hit. Long hours alone in my house turned into stacks of handwritten stories. One after another. Nights got longer, scenes got filthier, and somewhere in the mess of ink and paper, I found something honest. My boyfriend read a few - “You should publish these.” So here I am. Just that simple :D

Only recently have I started using my Mac—hello, 2025—bringing these stories into digital form, sorting, rewriting, grouping them into volumes I can finally share. English isn’t my first language (so pardon my French). Grammarly does its best, but I know it’s not always perfect. Still, the pleasure is real.

Most nights, you’ll find me with a glass of red, flipping through vintage Playboy, choosing one darling to inspire the night’s scene. I imagine her week. Her secrets. What—or who—might finally break her.

I don’t write romance. I write heat.

And I write for those who want to feel everything.