Lucifer meets Practical Magic in this opposites attract witchy rom-com brimming with sass, spice, and small-town charm!
What's a broke tea witch to do when she's about to lose her beloved café?
No idea, but chugging magic mojitos and drunk-summoning the Devil was definitely the wrong call.
Now, I'm stuck with the house guest from Hell-literally-and we couldn't be more opposite: a homebody who brews healing teas and reads romance novels to her cats versus a sexy-as-sin playboy with a pitchfork tattoo on his butt and a fondness for public day-drinking. In the nude. Ergo, the pitchfork discovery.
Infuriating!
I've tried to send the Dark Prince packing, but the spell won't let him leave-not until he unlocks my so-called "heart's desire."
Well. My
only
desire is to clear my debt and save the café, which would be a lot easier if I wasn't so distracted by his stupidly charming British accent.
Or the smile that keeps incinerating perfectly innocent panties.
Or the spellbinding, toe-curling, never-should've-happened kiss at the Wayward Bay Halloween Ball that has me believing in a different kind of magic:
Love.
So maybe the real question is... What's a broke tea witch to do when she's about to lose her café
and
her heart?
The Devil Made Me Brew It is the first book in The Witches of Wayward Bay, a series of standalone paranormal rom-coms where the magic is real and the witches always get their magically-ever-afters. No cliffhangers, guaranteed HEAs, and plenty of heat, humor, and heart!
Tropes:
opposites attract
forced proximity / stuck together
fish out of water
he falls first
small town with spice
magic is real but love is the real magic