It all starts with a pumpkin spice latte on Halloween… I’m just trying to survive another shift as a barista at The Cauldron.Then Ezra Blackthorne walks in. He’s tall, dark, broody… and cursed.Like, literally cursed.He takes one sip of his coffee, locks eyes with me in a way that feels indecent, and announces I’m the only witch in the world who can save him.By midnight.And the way I’m going to save him?That’s indecent, too. Now I’m in his mansion, glowing with ancient magic, sprawled across an altar while he mutters filthy things like “Give me one more,” and “I need…
I read. And quilt. A lot.