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 to fill...
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 to fill you before the curse takes me.”
So, yeah… this Halloween’s going a little differently than planned.
Spice is a very spicy instalove novella with a massive age gap (we’re talking over 200 years) between a sweet witch and a cursed warlock. Enjoy the magical mishaps!
