Sonia M. Rompoti, MSc, Bsc

There she is.
Alone on a storm-lit chessboard. Hair whipping, storm raging, and yet—unbothered. Because she isn’t just playing the game. She is the game.

And that image? It feels like every heroine I’ve ever written.

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Rules Were Made to Be Broken

In chess, the queen is unstoppable. Forward, backward, sideways: she owns the board.

But that power comes with a cost: she’s the one everyone is after. Just like in life. Step outside the “acceptable” boxes—widow, witch, curvy girl—and suddenly the world is watching, waiting for you to slip.

But here’s the secret: queens don’t wait for permission. They rewrite the rules.

My widows don’t fade quietly into the background (The Widow’s Curse).
My curvy heroines don’t “fix” themselves to deserve love (The Billionaire’s Curvy Match).
And my witches? They find healing in ritual, reflection, and a little rebellion (Sacred Seasons).

Storms may come, but queens don’t break—they rise.

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The Storm Isn’t the Enemy

That storm behind her? It’s not doom. It’s transformation. It’s every plot twist that rips the ground out from under you, only to hand you something bigger, braver, more alive.

Because in my worlds, storms don’t destroy—they awaken.

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So Here’s My Question for You

When you look at her, do you see a queen trapped in a storm?
Or do you see a queen becoming the storm?

I know what I see. And it’s the reason I write what I do: stories where women own the board, play the game on their own terms, and love like the rules were never written in the first place.