I'm K. Alex Walker, an award-winning and national bestselling author of contemporary multicultural romance, including the Game of Love and Angels and Assassins series. I'm originally from the United States Virgin Islands, but, at the moment, Tampa, FL, is where I call home. I like animals, Star Wars, quirk, and any creative media that deals with people finding love in an otherwise impossible time. When I'm not singing at stoplights or finding writing inspiration in the beautifully mundane, you can find me here at kalexwalker.com, on Facebook as K. Alex Walker, or on Instagram: @kalexwrites.

I’ve never been ashamed of being black.

When my mother decided to relax my hair when I was 12, I bawled my eyes out because I didn’t want it straight. I didn’t want hair whose ends I couldn’t loop at the end of a braid. I didn’t want to look “mainstream;” I wanted to look like the girls from my favorite folktale stories. 

I wanted to look like me.

However, over time, I did become ashamed of the version of black I was—the one who’d been told I wasn’t “black enough” so much that, over the course of my life, I didn’t think I could ever claim it. The one who hadn’t seen all the cool movies, read the biographies, or watched the biopics. If I had an opinion about being black and female, I kept my mouth shut because what the hell did I know about either? Even before publishing my first book, I was afraid no one would want to read it because I have always been seen as different.

I would essentially troll my college roommate (who, to me, was the black I’d never be) and her friends, creating personas that would guarantee they'd dislike me even further. I didn’t want them to see how unlike them I was. They would never accept me, and it was so important that they did, facilitating rejection was the preferable route. It was easier to isolate myself than be admitted into a group for whom my existence would be a constant source of disappointment.

I was also born and raised in the Caribbean, and being from that part of the Diaspora while living in the United States, I just knew I could never live up to the concept of African American. I was awkward and shy and didn’t fit in with people who looked like me, but I didn’t truly want to change who I was. After all, it was what I’d been getting therapy for: learning how to accept my personality, my weight, and myself. 

Still, none of those things were ever good enough to fit in, in my 19, 20, 21+ year-old opinion.

I was fucking confused.

And so lonely.

I’d already been dealing with PTSD, depression, anxiety, attention-deficit issues, and RTS. At that point, I’d felt like my entire life was being wasted and that God should have given my soul to someone else.

Yet, there were moments. 

I would scoot closer when people were talking about Martin, Sister Sister, or Li’l Jon and the Eastside Boys. However, I’d scoot away or curate my music playlists so they’d never hear my soca, my zouk, my calypso, and, even worse, my Elton John. I just knew I’d burn in coon hell if the real black folk found out I listened to Elton John.

Then, I found Issa Rae and The Misadventures of Awkward Black Girl.

I matured and realized that even the people who I’d assumed had it all together, the ones whose judgment I’d taken as gospel, had still been figuring out the true tenets of black identity themselves. A guy who I thought was just the coolest and most “woke” brother alive made a Facebook post about Hall and Oates. Hall and freakin’ Oates! The only thing whiter than them was baby powder!

I started looking inward at the things I loved the most, one of which was consuming media that featured women who looked like me. One of my favorite books of all time as a child is called “Mufaro’s Beautiful Daughters” because not only were the black girls’ hair braided, they were princesses.

I found my voice and realized that it’s still relevant, even though it might sound a little different than others from time to time. I started sharing my interests and realized others had also been curating their own playlists! 

I cut my hair and started looking like myself again. I challenged what it means to be a “good girl” in society, which helped me accept that being a woman is nuanced and beautiful and will never be a solid line.

As was being black.

I was born black, and I identify as a black woman. I have conversations in safe spaces (and some not-so-safe) with people who want to be allies but don’t know where to start.

I am a Caribbean woman, and the only identity that was important was the one I'd held for myself.

This drove my decision to start looking for black voices in fiction that weren’t only slave narratives, often directed by non-black folk to appease white guilt or clandestinely celebrate the depiction of the white savior. Instead, I looked for black girl/woman space explorers, superheroes, scientists, etc., whose narrative didn’t revolve solely around how good they were at being minorities.

Kalexwrites was borne from that search, that reevaluation of the black narrative. It was borne to create a space where girls who look like me can see themselves in fiction that also emphasizes their intelligence, quirk, academia, wit, and compassion. Their ability to be tough and nurturing. Our ability to be universally loved instead of being told we're ugly, on the bottom rung of the social ladder, masculine, or any version of "black girls can't XYZ." 

No, you're not pretty "for a dark-skinned girl."

You're beautiful.

That's what I'm focusing on for now, but the future is bright.

Because, in this past decade alone, in dealing with racial injustice, police brutality, the realization of the police state, the degradation of black bodies, the increase of archaic conservative views around reproductive rights, the ramifications of slavery and segregation, women’s rights, the use of the media to systematically desensitize individuals to the dehumanization of BIPOC and LGBTQ+ communities, and so much more—deep breath—there’s plenty of room for stories about love in those who look a little different but have similar voices, similar stories, and a similar desire to be humanized and celebrated in romantic literature.

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  1. Hello! I just discovered your books when I got notice of A&A 2 being released. I just read A&A and LOVED it but was a little lost cause there were characters who were introduced in earlier books. Fated and The Game of Love books are hard to find at a reasonable cost. Would you know where I can purchase at release cost? Thanks much in advance.


    1. Hi. It’s because they’re undergoing a cover change for republication. I will see what I can do about getting you a copy of both. If I have some left, I can probably just send them to you.


      1. Hello! Thank you much for responding!! I was able to find The Game paperback books on BN Market (waiting delivery) as well as Fated. Fated was good but I gotta tell ya the h got on my last nerve. LOL. Thanks again for the reply.

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  2. When I read your bio it was like reading my own life experience! I can totally relate to not fitting in or being black enough. I learned early on that I was not like anyone around me and chose to celebrate a reality that isn’t perpetuated by the media. It is so refreshing to read well written stories about women like me. I love that you have branched away from the stereotypical rolls of black women. I think we need to see ourselves in a positive light and see ourselves as the heroine in novels.

    Keep writing!!!

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  3. K. Alex
    I thought Gio and Mike stories were my favorite books, but OB and Sam have taken my love for your books to a whole other level. I just could not put this book down. We stereo type each other without realizing how we impact the lives of individuals. Abusers have many faces, even those we least expect. I love Sam’s character, a strong female yet with a touch of vulnerability. That is to be expected after under going an illness like “Lou”. OB baring his soul, allowing Sam to see his vulnerable side. It takes a strong female to be a champion for her man especially after those allegations. Carson is a true friend to OB, his ride or die brother. I only wish for more of a butt whipping for Jerica, that was the icing on the cake.
    Your short series are always interesting, love the suspense of keeping me waiting for a week before the next episode. Seems like Joel is going to give someone a butt whipping for messing with Esha and “his boys.” Keep writing Ms. Walker and I will keep reading.

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    1. Thank you so, so much. Though not the most popular, it’s one of my favorite books written to date. It’s not a light we often see men in. Even when men have been “victims” of something, there’s an air of, “Well, what did he do?”

      I always have you guys to thank for the reason I keep writing, so thank you for reading 🥰😘💙


  4. I have been reading your books and following you on Amazon for quite some time, but today is the very first time I’ve read “ABOUT” you! I feel for the girl that you were, whose story unfortunately is well-known amongst our people, if not spoken; however, I admire the woman that “confused” black girl grew to become. You’ve given us strong character development in each female represented in the ANGELS & ASSASSINS series (all of which I’ve read and anxiously awaiting #8 with Ayesha and Joel). Thank you for sharing your literary talents!

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