About
Ivy Spellman writes witchy romcoms for women who are tired of pretending everything's fine. She lives in a cabin, talks to her plants, and believes magic is real—it just looks different than you'd expect. She's also lying about living in a cabin. But the rest is true.
The Forest
Somewhere between the real world and the ridiculous one, there's a place where hot flashes trigger magic, cats have opinions, and midlife is just the beginning. Welcome to the woods. The vines are enchanted, the wine is bottomless, and nobody here is too much.
The Work
I write these books because they make me laugh. I publish them because I hope they'll make you laugh too—and maybe feel a little less alone while you're at it. These books are for the women who dimmed themselves to fit. The ones who kept their options open because choosing felt too risky. The control freaks and the chaos magnets and everyone in between. Magic doesn't require perfection. Just intention, humor, and maybe some wine.
“Magic doesn't require perfection. Just intention, humor, and maybe a second glass of wine.”
— Ivy Spellman