What People Are Saying About BIG BAD WOLF

 The reactions and raves are rolling in for my mass-market debut, Big Bad Wolf. See what people are saying!

"In a lusciously dark urban fantasy, Suleikha creates an impossible love story that will have you holding your breath from the first to the very last page. A thrilling feast with a diverse, complex heroine, a badass anti-hero, and a meticulously designed story that will have you begging for more. I could not get enough of this book!"  -- award-winning author Nisha Sharma

"Big Bad Wolf is a perfect urban fantasy for the times: clever, romantic, heroic, and filled with hope for a better future. Suleikha Snyder has crafted an amazing world. I literally couldn't put it down." –- award-winning author Alisha Rai

"Fast, gritty, and just insanely sexy. Such a wild ride. A melting pot of angst, grit, and high stakes romance." -- award-winning author Sonali Dev

 “I want to punch that barrel-chested idiot Joe Peluso in his ugly/handsome face. Rename the book ‘What the hell Joe Peluso!’” – Sarah Title

“Incredible. Unforgettable. Suleikha Snyder is a star, and Big Bad Wolf is intense, riveting, and utterly glorious. Come for the world-building. Stay for the engaging characters. This book is for anyone who wants their romance with an edge, served piping hot with a side of danger.” --NYT & USA Today best-selling author Ann Aguirre

 "Refreshingly diverse and engaging...a familiar romance set in an extraordinarily gripping world." -- Kirkus Reviews

Happy Un-birthday to Me

Today, April 15, is the day I was supposed to be born. My mother's full-term due date—which I audaciously ignored, debuting more than two months early. Every year on this date, I get philosophical. I wonder who I might have been. If I would be "me" at all.

Would I be healthy? Would I be neurotypical? Would my teeth be straight, my vision 20/20? My skin smooth and one consistent shade? Would I be a doctor, lawyer, or engineer? The best daughter. The functional friend. Someone capable of love who is loved in return? Would I have a spouse by now? Children? Pets?

It's my own Sliding Doors story. My own perpetual "What If?" What would have happened if I'd stayed inside a little longer? If I hadn't come out half-baked?

Would I be happier? I think that's the biggest question. Would I be whole? Would I have escaped some of the traps I fell—and jumped—into these past 42 years?

I don't know. I wish I had answers. Instead, all I have is this day. Maybe it's fitting that it's Tax Day, too. Because my memory pays a tax to that person I never became. 

Twenty-Eight Days Later: Not the Zombie Apocalypse

I'm a romance author who's never had a relationship. Or at least that's what I tell people—and they are almost always shocked by that assertion. It's only in recent months that I've realized it isn't strictly true. I have had one significant long-term relationship. A toxic twenty-year on-and-off affair with alcohol...that's been in tandem with my lifelong partnership with fear. I've always been so afraid. Afraid I'm terrible, unlikable, unlovable. Afraid of what I'll say and what I'll do. Afraid of not being funny. Of not being cool. Of not being pretty enough. I grappled with those fears alone through my teens and into my first few years of college. And then I realized drinking softened the edges. A glass in my hand was like Dumbo's feather. It gave me the courage to fly.