Billie Nicks is more or less just three raccoons in a trench coat. When she's not out and about pretending she's a functional adult in her grown-up day job, she's usually spending time with her spouse and their fur children, writing unhinged plots with too much smut to be considered literature, reading every book she can get her hands on, watching Hazbin Hotel (or Bob's Burgers or Parks and Rec or Brooklyn 99 or Criminal Minds or any of her other zillion comfort shows) for the hundredth time, or having anxiety zoomies. Often she's doing one or all of these things while clutching a caffeinated beverage of some sort in her little raccoon hand. She has dreamed of being an author since she was ten.