Why Love and Magic Matter in My Stories

Why I Write Fantasy Romance

I write romance because I want people to experience what love is supposed to feel like.

Deep.
Compassionate.
Understanding.

The kind of love without games. Without confusion. Without wondering where you stand. The kind of love that feels undeniable—not because it’s perfect, but because it’s certain.

When someone reads romance, I want them to feel seen. I want them to believe that love can be gentle and steady. That it can be safe. That it doesn’t have to hurt to be real.

Romance, at its heart, is about connection.

It’s about being chosen with intention. About partners who listen, learn each other, and show up without needing to be asked. I write romance because I believe everyone deserves to know what that kind of love feels like—even if it’s first discovered within the pages of a book.

Stories shape what we believe is possible. If a reader finishes one of my books believing they deserve patience, understanding, and devotion, then I’ve done what I set out to do.

I write fantasy because I believe in magic.

Not the kind with dragons flying through the sky, but the kind that lives in imagination. There is magic in escaping into another world written on paper. In stepping somewhere else for a while. In feeling wonder when the real world feels heavy.

Fantasy gives us permission to escape, to breathe, and to believe in something more.

Fantasy romance is where those two beliefs come together.

It’s where love can exist without cynicism. Where tenderness isn’t weakness. Where devotion isn’t something that has to be earned through pain. It’s where emotional safety can be just as powerful as adventure, and connection can matter as much as magic.

When you open one of my stories, I hope you feel comforted. I hope you feel wrapped in something warm and familiar, even if the world itself is new.

Most of all, I hope you believe that love like this—deep, compassionate, and unwavering—exists.

And if, for a little while, you get to escape into a world written in ink and imagination, I hope it feels like magic.

Welcome to the Wildwoods.

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