Cora Travis writes cozy fantasy, cozy monster romances, mysteries, and low-stakes fantasies where claws meet cuddles and secrets hide behind teacups. Her stories are filled with lantern-lit libraries, mischievous cryptids, and small towns where falling in love with a werewolf (or befriending a dragon in a cardigan) feels as natural as pie cooling on the windowsill. She believes monsters make the best comfort reads—because who wouldn’t want a grumpy gargoyle to hold your umbrella in the rain? When she isn’t dreaming up clues and creatures, Cora can be found brewing endless pots of tea, collecting haunted-looking trinkets, and trying to decide which blanket best matches her mood.
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Welcome to Hollybrooke, a quaint little town where humans and Folk live side by side—and where ordinary life always comes with a dash of the extraordinary.
When decorations vanish, enchanted mistletoe sparks awkward almost-kisses, or a Nutcracker statue disappears before the Christmas Eve pageant, one thing is certain: librarian Marigold Green and her grumpy goblin neighbor Bramwell Underbranch will somehow end up in the middle of it all.
Full of whimsy, warmth, and a touch ofromance, The Hollybrooke Mysteries deliver cozy fantasy fun for fans of Legends & Lattes and magical small-town romcoms. Each book offers a stand-alone mystery wrapped in charm, community, and just enough enchantment to remind you that magic can be found in the most unexpected places.
Hollybrooke’s annual Christmas Festival is supposed to be librarian Marigold Green’s favorite time of year—twinkle lights, mulled cider, and her lovingly curated holiday book display.
But when wreaths, ornaments, and even the town’s giant tree decorations vanish, suspicion falls on Bramwell Underbranch, the grumpy goblin landlord who lives next door.
Marigold doesn’t buy it. Sure, Bramwell prefers scowls to small talk, and yes, his moss-covered cottage looks like something out of a spooky fairytale—but he’s also the one who carries her book boxes and keeps her walk shoveled after every snow.
Determined to prove his innocence, Marigold teams up with Bramwell to catch the real thief. Between cocoa-fueled stakeouts, mischievous mistletoe magic, and discovering that goblins may be better kissers than expected, she learns that sometimes the best Christmas surprises come from the unlikeliest places.
Warm, whimsical, and full of holiday mischief, How the Goblin Stole Christmas is a cozy fantasy bite-sized festive escape you can enjoy in a single sitting—with cocoa, of course.
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Before a goblin ever stole Christmas in Hollybrooke, one very particular brownie discovered it.
For one hundred and seventy-three years, Pip has lived a perfectly orderly life—mending socks, dusting ledgers, and keeping the mayor’s filing system in flawless alphabetical order. Brownies aren’t meant for chaos, after all. They’re meant for tidiness. Predictability. Proper sweeping technique.
But one December night, Pip stumbles into Hollybrooke’s Christmas Festival—and nothing in his neat little world will ever be the same. Lights twinkle, bells chime, and joy spills across the square in a glorious mess of cookies, carols, and laughter.
For the first time, Pip feels something he can’t categorize or file away. Something that makes his careful brownie heart crack wide open. And in that moment, a collector of Christmas magic is born.
Step into the very beginning of Hollybrooke’s holiday mischief in this heartwarming prequel to How the Goblin Stole Christmas.
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A cozy romantic fantasy of flowers, fae wine, and falling for your opposite under the midsummer moon.
In the enchanted village of Hollybrooke, mortals and fae live side by side—mostly in harmony, occasionally in chaos, and always under the watchful eyes of the gossiping rosebushes.
When every bottle of fae wine mysteriously vanishes just days before the Festival of Lanterns, Flora Tisen, the town’s ever-cheerful florist, finds herself roped into helping with the investigation. Her partner? The infuriatingly perfect Lord Caspian of the Glimmerlands—a half-fae vintner whose idea of teamwork involves lists, rules, and zero tolerance for “reckless enthusiasm.”
Bound together by a misfired binding charm and a shared desire to save the festival, Flora and Caspian follow a trail of starlit clues through enchanted vineyards, meddling pixies, and a suspiciously smug tea witch. Somewhere between bickering and banter, something unexpected begins to bloom.
But the deeper they dig, the clearer it becomes: the missing wine isn’t just a theft—it’s a warning. And the only way to restore balance between their worlds may be to risk their guarded hearts.
Full of magical mishaps, flirtatious tension, and a midsummer romance that sparkles like fae wine, Midsummer Mischief is a cozy escape for fans of Legends & Lattes, The Undertaking of Hart and Mercy, and every reader who believes love—like magic—grows best when it’s a little wild.
He’s an orc who grows prize-winning flowers.
She inherited a garden full of chaos—and a reason to start over.
Only one of them can win the Golden Gourd.
Bramble Ironroot is an orc who prefers petunias to people.
A quiet, methodical champion gardener with ten consecutive festival wins, Bramble has built a peaceful life in Dewdrop Hollow where his greenhouse is orderly, his routine is predictable, and no one expects him to be gentle, poetic, or painfully bad at small talk. Plants are easier than people. Soil makes sense. Solitude is safe.
Then Poppy Brightwater moves in next door.
Bright, impulsive, and wildly underqualified, Poppy has inherited her grandmother’s neglected cottage—and the overgrown garden she loved more than anything. On a whim fueled by grief and stubborn hope, Poppy enters the town’s most competitive event: the Bloom & Bounty Festival.
She has enthusiasm. She has determination.
She does not have experience.
What she does have is an orc neighbor with perfect soil, impossible standards, and a talent for growing things he pretends he doesn’t want to share.
As gardening rivalry sparks across the fence line, reluctant lessons turn into quiet mornings, shared failures, and unexpected understanding. Beneath Bramble’s carefully cultivated distance is a heart that longs to be chosen. Beneath Poppy’s chaos is a strength rooted deeper than she ever knew.
And as the competition draws closer, both of them must decide what truly matters—winning the trophy they’ve set their hearts on… or risking everything for something that might finally grow into home.
A cozy fantasy monster romance filled with gentle magic, a soft-hearted orc hero, grumpy-sunshine neighbors-to-lovers chemistry, and a small town that believes love—like a garden—can bloom anywhere.
Six hundred years of war taught Marielle Shadowborn how to survive.
They taught her nothing about how to live.
Tired of battlefields and bloodshed, the legendary elf warrior retreats to Thistledown Hollow—a whimsical village where dragons argue about rent, trolls collect memory stones, and peace feels almost suspicious. Above a dragon’s cave, Marielle opens Memories & Milkshakes, a tiny shop serving magical milkshakes brewed from rare memoryberries—each one offering a brief taste of joy, courage, love, or long-forgotten hope.
The villagers come in droves.
A grieving wizard longing for his late husband’s laughter.
A shy dryad searching for courage.
A battle-scarred direwolf who doesn’t want silence—he wants connection.
But Marielle soon discovers a flaw in her magic.
Every memory she serves leaves an echo behind.
As the shop’s popularity grows and a bustling festival looms, Marielle finds herself carrying not just her own buried past, but fragments of everyone else’s too. Healing others means opening doors she locked six centuries ago—and some memories don’t like being stirred.
With the help of an enthusiastic troll assistant, an anxious pixie accountant, and an ancient dragon who knows a thing or two about solitude, Marielle must decide whether she’s willing to face the memories she’s spent a lifetime outrunning… or close the shop before it costs her everything.
A heartwarming cozy fantasy about second chances, found family, and the courage it takes to choose belonging over solitude—perfect for fans of Legends & Lattes, The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches, and magical small-town comfort reads.
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She’s cursed to become a cat at sunrise.
He’s a monster who keeps secrets behind locked doors.
But at Briarhollow Manor, she finds something neither expected, a manor full of laughter, magic, and a family of misfits who feel more like home than any hearth ever did.
Emmeline Fairweather needs a cure and a place to belong. Kael needs boundaries and silence. Their bargain brings both — and something more. Surrounded by fox spirits, book-hoarding dragons, and gentle spells in every corner, Emmy must choose to save her father and walk away, or stay in a world where curses aren’t the only things that transform.
Warm, whimsical, and full of heart, The Monster’s Assistant is perfect for readers who crave gentle magic, cozy homes, and romances that bloom where you least expect them.
Cora Nightingale has one job every December: keep the magic quiet, the Christmas Star steady, and the festival charming without letting anyone look too closely at why the street lamps light themselves.
She's failing spectacularly.
One overcorrected spell later, the Great Tree is singing off-key, the gingerbread men have staged a coup of the vendor zone, and the Christmas Star is amplifying every piece of holiday magic in a five-block radius. The town has two weeks before it goes completely off the rails — and the person sent to manage the crisis is Felix Caraway, a Boston event planner with color-coded notebooks, a Gantt chart for every contingency, and absolutely no business being this difficult to dislike.
Cora doesn't want help. She's managed this town's magic alone since her grandmother died and she's not about to let some outsider with a clipboard reorganize everything she's spent three years protecting.
Felix just wants to do his job. He didn't come to Starlight Hollow to fall for a grumpy witch with amber eyes and a door she's been known to use as a weapon. He came for the festival.
He's starting to think the festival might not be the point.
Sweet, closed-door, and full of enchanted chaos — perfect for readers who love paranormal small-town romance with a grumpy/sunshine slow burn.
An anxious witch. A grandiose toad. And a magical disaster that won’t stop growing.
Cordelia Thimblewick has finally found her place.
After years of wandering and self-doubt, she’s landed her dream job as Elderbrook’s resident hedgewitch. A cozy cottage. A peaceful village. A chance to prove she belongs.
Then her magic goes very, very wrong.
Days before the Great Harvest Fete, a simple spell spirals out of control—unleashing a tangle of sentient brambles that begin devouring the village square.
With a magical inspector on the way and the entire village watching, Cordelia is running out of time… and second chances.
Her only allies?
A grandiose talking toad who insists he’s a cursed prince—and refuses to be ignored.
And a no-nonsense baker who doesn’t trust magic… especially hers.
As the brambles spread and her confidence unravels, Cordelia must figure out what her magic is truly meant to do—before she loses her job, her home, and the only place that’s ever felt like hers.
The Hedgewitch of Honeysuckle Hill is perfect for readers who love:
✨ Cozy cottagecore magic
✨ Talking animal companions
✨ Grumpy baker x anxious witch
✨ Found family and small-town charm
✨ Low-stakes vibes with high emotional payoff
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A magical bookshop. A grumpy bear-shifter guardian. A second chance twenty years in the making.
Julie Bishop came back to Crimson Hollow for one reason: settle her late aunt’s estate, inventory the bookshop, and sell it before anyone could talk her into staying. Simple. Sensible. Completely doomed.
The Whispering Page has other ideas. The moment Julie steps through the door, the books take flight, the hearth lights itself, tea appears in a cup she didn’t pour, and a sharp-tongued magpie named Jinx informs her that her long-buried Bishop magic has finally woken up. Apparently, Crimson Hollow isn’t just the strange little autumn town Julie once ran from. It’s a sanctuary for witches, shifters, household spirits, and all the uncommon folk the outside world was never meant to find. And the wards protecting it are failing.
Cade Halston knows exactly what Julie’s return means. As Crimson Hollow’s guardian, he can feel the town’s magic thinning at the edges. As the man who loved her twenty years ago, he can also feel every old heartbreak stirring back to life the second she opens the bookshop door. He’s older now. Grumpier. Broader in the shoulders. Still annoyingly steady. Also, as Julie is horrified to discover, part bear.
Julie has no intention of falling back in love with the man she left behind, inheriting a magical bookshop with opinions, or becoming the Bishop which everyone seems to think Crimson Hollow needs. But something cold is feeding on the town’s magic, and saving Crimson Hollow may require the one thing Julie and Cade have spent twenty years avoiding: trusting each other with the parts that still hurt.
Spellwork & Second Chances is a cozy paranormal romance with midlife magic, a sentient bookshop, found family, second-chance love, autumn-town charm, a sarcastic magpie familiar, and a bear-shifter hero who has been quietly pining for two decades.
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A cozy fantasy romance full of magical mishaps, found family, enchanted pastries, and one highly opinionated moth familiar.
Thomas Arista has spent a year trying to prove they belong in Amberbloom, a charming riverside town where bread stays warm by spellcraft, flowers hum in harmony, and the once-a-decade Whispering Petal Festival keeps the valley’s magic alive. Unfortunately, Thomas has no magic.
What they do have is a bakery, a flour-dusted cookbook full of half-smudged recipes, and a desperate need to make their Sun-Tarts sparkle enough to win the festival competition. One tiny borrowed charm shouldn’t cause much trouble. Except it does.
By noon, Thomas has accidentally summoned a furious moth familiar named Steven, poisoned the town’s enchanted water system, and sent the sacred Moonpetal Orchid into a dramatic decline. If the orchid doesn’t bloom by the final night of the festival, Amberbloom’s magic will thin for the next ten years. No pressure.
The only person who might be able to save the flower is Weston Hawthorn, Amberbloom’s stern, brilliant, painfully handsome head botanist, who trusts careful hands, proper procedure, and absolutely not the anxious baker who keeps appearing near his dying orchid with jam on their sleeves and guilt in their eyes. Now Thomas has three days to fix a magical catastrophe, earn back a town’s trust, and convince one very grumpy botanist that some mistakes are worth forgiving.
Steven would also like it noted that he has been promised silk.
A Familiar Problem at the Flower Festival is a warm, whimsical cozy fantasy romance with small-town magic, enchanted baking, found family, a slow-blooming love story, and a familiar who knows exactly what he deserves.
Welcome to Gourds Hollow, where the coffee is hot, the holidays are magical, and the seasonal decorations have begun organizing.
It starts with one forbidden peppermint mocha, stirred in the wrong direction. Soon, whipped cream is screaming, chocolate Santas are demanding workplace protections, and the people of Gourds Hollow are receiving exactly what they wished for, with deeply inconvenient results.
Then someone serves pumpkin spice after midnight. By morning, the jack-o’-lanterns are awake, the vines are spreading, and an army of offended gourds is preparing to reclaim autumn from the tourists who turned it into a scented candle. Christmas responds by mobilizing the forest.
As ancient seasonal bargains unravel, the women of Gourds Hollow must master inherited magic, survive creatures with excellent grievances and terrible boundaries, and fall for the stubborn men standing beside them when the cocoa floods, the pumpkins charge, and the Christmas trees begin stealing houses.
Featuring second chances, grumpy magical men, cozy cafés, meddling townspeople, closed-door romance, light peril, sentient produce, aggressive mistletoe, and one mayor determined to turn every supernatural disaster into a tourism opportunity, the Gourds Hollow Holiday series is a warm, wildly campy fantasy-romance adventure for anyone who suspects the holidays have been judging us all along.
The decorations are awake, the beverages are cursed, and the holidays have opinions.
They came for the lattes. The pumpkins came for them.
Poppy Graves has enough problems without adding sentient squash to the list.
Her cozy coffee shop is struggling, Gourds Hollow’s biggest autumn festival is days away, and the viral latte that could save her business comes with one peculiar warning from her late grandmother:
Never serve pumpkin spice after midnight.
Poppy serves it anyway. By morning, the pumpkins are awake.
At first, they’re merely rude. Then they start following customers home, rearranging porch displays into threats, and launching a full-scale campaign against anyone who has ever carved, smashed, or insulted a gourd.
When a six-hundred-pound prize pumpkin eats the mayor’s gazebo, Poppy learns the truth her grandmother neglected to mention: she’s the last in a long line of Pumpkin Witches responsible for maintaining an ancient bargain beneath Gourds Hollow.
Unfortunately, Poppy has no idea how to use magic. Griffin Thorne does.
The town’s brooding new agricultural agent hates pumpkin spice, knows far too much about murderous produce, and becomes slightly less human whenever moonlight touches him. He insists someone is poisoning the land beneath Gourds Hollow, and unless they repair the Harvest Bargain, the Great Patch will rise just as twenty thousand tourists arrive for Pumpkin Spice Palooza.
Now, with a coffee empire circling her café and an army of furious gourds gathering outside it, Poppy must master her inheritance, save the town, and resist falling for the grumpy plant man currently sleeping above her coffee shop.
Because the pumpkins are organized, the vines are spreading, and this year, fall is done being basic.
Pumpkin Spice and Vengeance is a fun, closed-door paranormal romcom packed with small-town chaos, forced proximity, magical inheritance, a brooding Green Man, an extremely judgmental cat, and enough sentient produce to make Halloween reconsider its branding.
They survived the pumpkin uprising. Christmas took that personally.
After defeating an army of vengeful pumpkins, Poppy Graves is determined to enjoy one peaceful Christmas.
Then a decorated fir tree walks past her café carrying an entire family’s ornaments.
Soon, Christmas trees are escaping farms, wreaths are biting mail carriers, nutcrackers are organizing, and the mistletoe has developed a disturbing interest in everyone’s romantic business.
At the center of the uprising stands the Holly King, an ancient winter spirit who has spent centuries watching humans cut down forests, drag trees indoors, cover them with lights, and abandon them beside the road in January.
He wants everything back. The trees, furniture and the houses.
Unfortunately, Poppy’s harvest magic can’t control evergreens, and Griffin Thorne, her brooding Green Man boyfriend, is weakening as winter deepens. Their only hope is Holly Graves, Poppy’s estranged aunt, a powerful winter witch who disappeared after Gourds Hollow blamed her for the worst blizzard in town history.
Holly has twelve ravens, excellent coats, and absolutely no interest in saving the people who drove her away.
While the forest closes around Gourds Hollow, Poppy must repair an old family wound, negotiate with a spectacularly offended winter king, and settle a growing problem at home: Griffin has begun quietly moving into her house without technically asking.
Now the trees are marching, the wooden toys are armed, and the town council is considering a Christmas bonfire.
Peace on earth may require a miracle. Or at least a legally binding reforestation plan.
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She ordered extra whipped cream. Christmas added consequences.
It’s Christmas in July in Gourds Hollow, which means twinkle lights, peppermint everything, and enough manufactured cheer to melt the pavement.
For Merry Bell, it also means one last chance to save The Cocoa Cauldron, the tiny chocolate shop and dessert café she inherited from her aunt. Tourists want festive. Merry needs a miracle. Her aunt’s handwritten recipe for the ultimate peppermint mocha might deliver both.
There’s only one warning:
Do not stir counterclockwise.
Naturally, someone stirs counterclockwise.
By morning, the whipped cream is hissing, peppermint bark is crawling out of the display cases, marshmallows are multiplying inside the walls, and a choir of chocolate Santas has formed a union with surprisingly firm demands.
Worse, everyone who drank the mocha is getting exactly what they secretly wished for.
The lonely are disappearing. The greedy are turning everything they touch into candy. The mayor’s dream of a perfect Christmas has trapped half the town inside an endlessly repeating holiday parade, and the tuba section is beginning to show signs of organized rebellion.
Merry’s own wish has delivered the most horrifying result of all. A soulmate.
Specifically, Nick Frost, the infuriating food scientist who broke her heart in high school, left town without explanation, and has returned just in time to inform her that homicidal whipped cream is chemically impossible.
Now Merry and Nick must survive a chocolate-shop lock-in, a river of enchanted cocoa, and several deeply judgmental marshmallows while uncovering the truth behind the wish magic.
Because Merry doesn’t want a love story handed to her by a cursed beverage. She wants Nick to choose her. Preferably before Christmas in July becomes Christmas forever.