Writer. Witch. Chaos incarnate. I survive on caffeine, sarcasm, and the sheer force of ADHD-powered creativity. Mother of twins (yes, they’re feral), I write romantic disasters wrapped in emotional daggers, sprinkled with magic and the occasional stabby heroine.
My fictional universe is an ever-growing multiverse of supernatural drama, swoony enemies, awkward feelings, and ancient curses — basically therapy, but with more werewolves.
When not yelling at my characters or dodging plot holes, I'm probably translating my own books into Polish, stress-duddling, or forgetting why I walked into a room.
I’ve been telling stories since I could hold a pen (and possibly before that, if my childhood lies count). With a master’s degree in Human Biology (yep, I’m technically a “magister” — which sounds much more magical than it actually is), I was supposed to be a Serious Science Person™. Instead, I chose the far more stable path of writing novels about witches, werewolves, ghostly pirates, emotionally constipated hokey team captains,
I write like I live: chaotically, emotionally, and with too many tabs open. I'm a fan of found family, slow burns, ancient curses, queer joy, and stories that punch you in the feelings and then kiss the bruise.
This isn’t just a writing career — it’s my rebellion. My healing. My fight song in the shape of a book.
2nd place - The Alpha's Substitute Bride - the first original story I ever finished and published.
I’m still in shock.