About AmberLee Fuller

How it started...

My therapist told me to write things down when they came up. So I did. Scribbled verses on whatever was nearby. Stuffed them in drawers. Never showed anyone. Because writing is what my bio mom did. I was a photographer.

The moment everything changed...

Fast forward to April 2024. A loud hotel in Kansas City during Planet Comicon. My oldest son and I were there on a press pass—him for the con, me because someone had to go with him. I couldn't sleep. The noise, the chaos, my brain spinning. And I started writing.

What if there was a woman close to my age, drowning in trauma, who found love in the messiest, most non-traditional way? What if polyamory looked like real life—complicated and tender and human—instead of the dramatized version you see on TV?

Who I am when no one needs me...

I'm originally from Daytona Beach, Florida. Met my husband in the Georgia mountains. We lived west of Asheville, North Carolina for years while raising our kids. Well, five of the six. Yes, I have six kids. (I had planned on becoming a cloistered nun when I was younger. Then I got pregnant at 17. Life has a sense of humor.)

Now we're in Oklahoma City, where I write literally anywhere—my notes app is a disaster, post-it notes cover every surface, and my office is where I pull it all together. When I'm not writing, I'm reading, annoying my husband and kids, doom-scrolling social media, or starting house projects I'll never finish.

I'm also a genealogy nerd with ties to John Henry Holliday (Doc Holliday). Val Kilmer is my favorite actor. My youngest son is named Wyatt because we were watching Tombstone during labor, and we already had a John.

What I write hurts (but it feels so good)...

My aunt—the woman who helped raise me—died in February 2021. My dad died in May 2022. They were star-crossed. They tried to be together multiple times and couldn't make it work. Life, timing, circumstance—it never aligned.

When I stopped being the caregiver for everyone else, "Who am I when no one needs me?" echoed through me.

The answer started with Anatomy of Release, which grew into The Echo Effect series, and has now grown into my Atlas of Intimacy. It's messy and raw and real. It's about people (female/male/nonbinary) who've been through hell and keep going anyway. It's about love that doesn't fit in neat boxes, because let's be real—love was never meant to do that anyway. It's about finding yourself when everything falls apart.

What you'll find in my stories...

When you finish one of my books, I want you to see a piece of yourself. Not the pretty, polished version—the real one. The one who's survived things that should have broken you. The one who's still figuring it out.

Welcome to my universe. It's chaotic and beautiful and exactly where I'm supposed to be.