Sometimes the most powerful stories start with a cup of tea.
When I started writing cozy fantasy, I wasn’t dreaming of dragons or epic quests. I was thinking about a quiet bookshop with a red door. A bakery where someone remembers how you like your coffee. A town that isn’t perfect—but one where people still show up for each other.
That’s what I love most about the stories I write: the quiet magic of small moments. A shared look. An old recipe. A letter you didn’t expect. That’s the kind of magic that lingers. The kind I want to fill my books with.
If you’ve ever found comfort in something simple—a dog-eared novel, a walk at dusk, or a fresh-baked cookie—then you’ve already experienced the kind of enchantment Moonlight Springs is made of.