About
Who’s Cori
Hey, I’m Cori Wamsley, and I write the Soul Sisterhood series, best friend stories with a side of sweet romance. My books are enchanting and witty women’s fiction, woven with the magic of self-discovery, history, adventure, and falling in love.
By the Numbers
11 books total
3 in the Soul Sisterhood
20 years as a pro writer
2 trips to Europe
30 years writing
1 favorite husband
1M books on my TBR
0 tolerance for hate
What else?
Aside from writing books, I also run a small publishing house. I live in Pittsburgh, PA, US, with my husband and two creative tween daughters. I love painting, crafting, playing piano, and singing. I’m also into sweet romance books and planning dream trips to Europe.
Favorite Quotes from my Books
Good in Theory
"If I could bottle this moment, the way he’s looking so intensely at me, I would do it in a heartbeat, and I would take a sip every day and get drunk on the way that tiny seed in my belly is starting to spread its warm tendrils throughout my abdomen, into my chest cavity, and around my heart."
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"I know deep down that it wasn’t the missing culture and a ham sandwich making nuclear babies together, but at the same time, I have this weird feeling in my gut, like when you think you’ve left the curling iron on. It’s a shame they aren’t giving out any info so I can stop feeling like it was me."
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"Her eyes are distant, staring into that place where memories lie."
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"No one is more thorough in their cleaning than someone avoiding something."
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"Nervousness and ego are twin butterflies keeping me bolted in place as they flutter throughout my body."
The Treasures We Seek
"I blink a couple times as this new reality sets in. 'Then I guess we’re going to Rome!'
"Lauren grabs me again and squeezes me like a boa constrictor. 'Eeeee! I’m so excited.'"
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"Then, with my head firmly in la la land, I nearly smack into Logan coming out of the break room with a little more holly jolly in his step than most people have at this time in the morning. I narrowly miss dumping my coffee on him, slipping my hand off to the side and by some miracle keeping all the coffee in the mug."
Braving the Shore
"You can’t run very easily on the beach. Your feet sink in the sand, and you can only go so far from the shore before you have to swim.
"But if you can’t run, then you have to stay. You have to soak in the fears. The memories. The good and bad. You have to accept what has come to pass before and hope to grow from it.
"And that means being brave.
"Was she ready?"