For eight years, Sierra has kept her life neatly contained: work, home, and the quiet comfort of her Tuesday nights with Ryder—the one man who...
Vallen Courte
Vallen Courte writes emotionally rich, character-driven fiction about the ties that shape us—family, memory, grief, and the quiet moments that echo long after they’ve passed. Her stories blend tenderness with gritty honesty, exploring how love and loss carve their marks on a life.
A retired RN, avid reader, and lifelong daydreamer, she eventually stopped trying to hold in the stories that haunted her brain and started putting them on the page. She brings deep empathy and lived experience to every character she writes.
When she isn’t writing, she’s training dogs or curled up with a book and the one very spoiled dog who owns her heart. She lives in Louisiana, fueling her work with coffee that’s heavy on cream and sugar—because life has already offered enough bitterness and always chasing the next story that refuses to let her go.
Vallen Courte writes emotionally rich, character-driven fiction about the ties that shape us—family, memory, grief, and the quiet moments that echo long after they’ve passed. Her stories blend tenderness with gritty honesty, exploring how love and loss carve their marks on a life.
A retired RN, avid reader, and lifelong daydreamer, she eventually stopped trying to hold in the stories that haunted her brain and started putting them on the page....
Books
More Than Tuesday NIghts
For eight years, Sierra has kept her life neatly contained: work, home, and the quiet comfort of her Tuesday nights with Ryder—the one man who never asks for more than she can give. He’s steady where she’s cautious, patient where she’s guarded, and safe in a way she’s learned not to question.
Until wanting “more” stops being hypothetical.
A...
Photographic Echos: Four Friends. One Tragic Night. A Lifetime of Consequences.
The photograph sat on the mantel for decades—four young friends laughing beneath an oak tree. To anyone else, it was just a picture. To Evan, it was a question no one ever answered.
Growing up, he felt the weight of it in the way his mother’s hands lingered on the frame and in the quiet sadness tucked behind his father’s smile. Now, as an adult...