I, Bella Brewster, have spent the last two years running Moonwake Café, perfecting my espresso spells, and telling myself I'm completely over the scoundrel who broke my heart until my ex strolls back into town, all roguish smiles and bad ideas, claiming someone stole his gold. Seamus O'Connell isn't just any ex. He's a leprechaun (totally not how you pictured them), and not just any leprechaun. He's the one who left me without a word, vanishing like mist and taking my heart with him.
Now he's back, swearing up and down his magically bound fortune has been stolen, and that whoever took it wants me involved. He insists this isn't just about gold. It's about keeping his magic strong. Like I care if he withers into a pile of dust? Too bad I do still sort of care. A little. I should tell him to take his missing gold and shove it up a rainbow's end. Instead, I let myself get pulled into the mystery, partly because I do love a good puzzle, and partly because I want answers for two years ago.
Absolutely nothing to do with any lingering feelings I definitely DON'T have . Now, we're following a trail of enchanted riddles, sneaky clues, and the occasional detour into fae mischief. Hecate, of course, has many opinions about my life choices-mostly I told you so, that she happily shares with me, punctuated with dramatic sighs and exaggerated tail flicks. Even she can't deny the signs are all pointing toward something bigger than stolen treasure.
The real question isn't just who took Seamus's gold but why they seem so determined to throw us together. This is a cozy magical romance set in the ever-shifting town of Evershift Haven. Full of mischievous matchmaking, second-chance shenanigans, and a familiar who's way too invested in her witch's love life, this book is perfect for curling up with a cup of enchanted coffee and a plate of bespelled pastries.
It includes a dash of heat because sometimes, old flames burn the brightest.
I, Bella Brewster, have spent the last two years running Moonwake Café, perfecting my espresso spells, and telling myself I'm completely over the scoundrel who broke my heart until my ex strolls back into town, all roguish smiles and bad ideas, claiming someone stole his gold. Seamus O'Connell isn't just any ex. He's a leprechaun (totally not how you pictured them), and not just any leprechaun. He's the one who left me without a word, vanishing like mist and taking my heart with him.
Now he's back, swearing up and down his magically bound fortune has been stolen, and that whoever took it wants me involved. He insists this isn't just about gold. It's about keeping his magic strong. Like I care if he withers into a pile of dust? Too bad I do still sort of care. A little. I should tell him to take his missing gold and shove it up a rainbow's end. Instead, I let myself get pulled into the mystery, partly because I do love a good puzzle, and partly because I want answers for two years ago.
Absolutely nothing to do with any lingering feelings I definitely DON'T have . Now, we're following a trail of enchanted riddles, sneaky clues, and the occasional detour into fae mischief. Hecate, of course, has many opinions about my life choices-mostly I told you so, that she happily shares with me, punctuated with dramatic sighs and exaggerated tail flicks. Even she can't deny the signs are all pointing toward something bigger than stolen treasure.
The real question isn't just who took Seamus's gold but why they seem so determined to throw us together. This is a cozy magical romance set in the ever-shifting town of Evershift Haven. Full of mischievous matchmaking, second-chance shenanigans, and a familiar who's way too invested in her witch's love life, this book is perfect for curling up with a cup of enchanted coffee and a plate of bespelled pastries.
It includes a dash of heat because sometimes, old flames burn the brightest.
