Sammie Jackson writes paranormal rom-coms filled with cinnamon-sweet chaos, swoony supernatural men, and heroines who own their curves, their power, and their snack drawers. She believes magic lives in late-night cravings, well-timed sarcasm, and the soft gasp before a first kiss.
She lives somewhere between too many mugs and not enough closet space, and she’s absolutely convinced that love—like frosting—is better when it’s messy, magical, and unapologetically yours.
