I'm a versatile storyteller weaving together fantasy, urban fantasy, dark fairy‑tale retellings, historical fantasy, and contemporary drama.
Yes, love pops up — it’s life, after all — but romance isn’t the aim; it’s an ingredient.
You won’t find sweet-for-sweet romance for its own sake. Instead, there’s tension, emotional weight, and genre-bending worlds. It’s life—but with magic, wolves, ghosts, and the occasional heartache.
My stories include straight, queer, or platonic love because humans (even magical ones) live, breathe, and connect.
The heart of my work. Whether set in ancient ruins or modern streets, magic is always just under the surface — personal, powerful, and often dangerous.
Modern worlds with hidden magic. Wolves walk in school hallways, witches run bookshops, and ancient curses bleed into suburban living rooms. Real life, but weirder.
Grim, sensual, and sharp-edged spins on classic stories. Think haunted mermaids, manipulative princes, and monsters who deserve your love — or fear.
Magic stitched into real-world timelines — plagues, wars, or revolutions with witches, seers, or shapeshifters in the margins. History meets myth, politics meets prophecy.
Raw, emotional, grounded stories about identity, grief, trauma, love, and survival. Real people, real stakes, often soaked in quiet heartbreak or social friction.
I write:
Straight romance
Queer romance (m/m, f/f, enby pairings)
Platonic soul-bond stories
But romance is never the full story. It’s woven into the bigger plot — mystery, survival, emotional evolution. Love is complex and alive, not formulaic.
Secrets, lies, murders — sometimes human, sometimes not. Investigations often tangled with emotional stakes, generational trauma, or magical consequences.
The monsters may be real. Or they may live in you. I lean into dread, emotional unraveling, and the creeping kind of horror that lingers long after the final page.
Fast-paced plots that twist, burn, or spiral. My thrillers tend to mix emotional stakes with danger — someone’s lying, someone’s hunting, and someone’s about to snap.
I write stories where gender roles, family dynamics, trauma, class, or queerness aren’t just flavor — they're part of the structure. Always subtle, never preachy.
Hey, I’m Aleksandra Kozar—romance author, chaos architect, and mother of twins who sometimes scream like banshees and sometimes just are. I write love stories that bite back: fantasy full of myth and mayhem, sports romance with emotional bruises, shifter alphas who don't know what hit them, and dark tales where even the happy endings have teeth.
My books are for the reader who wants found family and found fury, big feelings and bigger messes, and romantic tension thick enough to drown in.
You don’t have to pick one flavor of chaos. I never do.
You ever watch your best friend make the worst decision of her life in real-time? Because I just did.
Fiona Kensington — heiress, PR nightmare, and my personal headache — just bought a failing hockey team. On impulse. In the middle of a black-tie gala. Because her father scoffed.
And now? Now, she owns the Ironvale Blizzard, a team currently ranked dead last, drowning in financial disaster, and captained by Wyatt Reeds — a brooding ex-NHL player who also happens to be the man who shattered her heart a decade ago.
So, naturally, she has no plan. No hockey knowledge. And absolutely no clue what she’s just walked into.
The media is circling like vultures. The team sees her as a joke. Her father is waiting for her to crash and burn.
But here’s the thing about Fiona Kensington — she might be reckless, but she’s never backed down from a fight.
And this? This is about to be the biggest fight of her life.
A failing franchise. A stubborn, infuriating team captain. A past she swore she buried.
Welcome to the Ironvale Blizzard. This season is about to get messy.