I’m usually not a cozy fantasy reader but this one packed punches.
It reached straight for my heart and made me feel the way I did as a young girl, completely in awe of fairytales. The kind that felt magical and dangerous all at once.
This book is what happens when a fairytale grows teeth… and then holds your hand while it breaks your heart. It had magic, high stakes, curses, villains and animal companions. Sugar and Sorcery is a gorgeously tender romantasy about cursed hearts, quiet resilience, and the radical idea that softness is not weakness, it’s survival. From the very first pages, this story feels like a love letter to the fairytales many of us grew up on, the ones that understood darkness and still chose hope.
Lempicka our FMC, is a confectioner whose magic doesn’t roar or dominates, she is clumsy and struggles to be a confectioner. We watch her grow in her journey of trying to live up to being a successful confectioner and to solidify her dreams. The bakery element brings such a whimsical, unexpected twist to the story—turning pastries, sugar, and recipes into vessels for magic, memory, and healing. It adds warmth and charm without ever undercutting the stakes, making the world feel lived-in, cosy, and quietly enchanting.
Lempicka doubts herself. She gives too much. She feels everything. And the world tells her, again and again, that this makes her weak. But that so-called weakness becomes the most powerful force in the story. Where others harden, she remains kind. Where others control, she chooses. Where others see a weapon, she sees a heart still beating.
And then there is Arawn - our Mist Sorcerer. He is cold. Cynical. Overpowered. Cursed into monstrosity and convinced he exists only to destroy. He is the kind of MMC who believes love is a liability—until Lempicka dismantles that belief piece by piece. The yearning here is exquisite and restrained, the kind that hurts because it’s earned. Every moment between them carries weight because it costs something and ultimately he feels he has no love or heart to give and is undeserving of it as well.
We watch him crack and his heart develop over Lempicka and his devotion is never loud or possessive, it’s reverent, aching, and devastatingly self-aware.
Some of my favourite quotes:
“Absurd, isn’t it? To finally understand the worth of being human, just when I must renounce the only dream I’ve ever had. In my dreams, it’s not so terrible.”
"She didn’t even realize. Not for a single moment did she understand how completely and easily she brought me to my knees without the faintest effort…
I ached for her. I would kill for her.
Worse still—I had even considered living for her. She tortured the pitiful scraps left of my heart. I had never been so powerless…"
"It was her. Fierce yet tender. Bold and sincere. Magical. Exquisite. You are cruel, Sugarplum.
Cruel, because I could have devoured her whole and the hunger would still persist. Cruel, because I would never have enough of her."
"I was under a new curse this time: luck. The luck that she loved me.
I kissed her with the silent vow that I would never break her heart … I would hold it in my hands as the most precious treasure, not as a weapon…
Instead of setting the world aflame for her (which, admittedly, would be far easier), I would create a world filled with beauty and sweets, with sunrises and sunsets, for her."
What elevates this story even further is how the Spirits and the Cursed are woven into the narrative. They aren’t just window dressing or quirky side characters — they carry memory, grief, and fractured pieces of humanity. Their presence deepens the themes of loss and healing, blurring the line between monster and victim, curse and consequence. You begin to understand that being “Cursed” is not about evil, but about what happens when pain is left to rot.
And that’s where the story truly shines: the real villain is not the one you expect. Sugar and Sorcery quietly dismantles the idea of obvious evil. Power, control, and cruelty wear many faces and sometimes the most terrifying antagonist is not the monster in the shadows, but the one who believes they have the right to own another’s heart.
The magic system mirrors the emotional core of the book: soft, lyrical, and rooted in balance. Confections become metaphors for the soul poison or remedy depending on intent. Healing is slow. Love is chosen daily. Power is never free.
The found family, spirits, cursed companions, enchanted creatures, and one gloriously grumpy black lamb IYKYK, adds warmth and quiet humour without diluting the stakes. The world feels Ghibli-esque: mist-laden forests, enchanted orchards, spirits heavy with forgotten humanity.
And the ending… I cried. Not because it was tragic, but because it reminded me of the fairytales I loved as a child, the ones that knew love and sacrifice were inseparable. When Arawn accepts the role the story demands of him, it lands with a touching inevitability:
“For in every story, there must always be a monster.
And if it meant that no other would bear that role, he accepted it willingly.”
And that is why this story broke me because sometimes love looks like becoming the monster so someone else never has to.
This book didn’t just tell a love story.
It reminded me why these stories mattered in the first place.
Thank you MTMC for a copy of this story to review - I absolutely loved it and Shanen may have changed my perception on cozy romantasies!