She crafts perfection; he conjures chaos—and neither is prepared for the spell they cast on each other.

I am respected in Leafshire Cove because I perform magic exactly the way it should be performed—with a witch’s intuition. My spells are precise, and they’re either wonderfully practical or completely fun. Regardless, my magic is true magic. On market days, my cart always has the longest line.

That is, until he arrives.

An arrogant, foolish minotaur with a ridiculously posh accent sets up shop right beside me. And even though his magic is only a mishmash of tacky illusions and over-the-top displays, townsfolk flock to...

She crafts perfection; he conjures chaos—and neither is prepared for the spell they cast on each other.

I am respected in Leafshire Cove because I perform magic exactly the way it should be performed—with a witch’s intuition. My spells are precise, and they’re either wonderfully practical or completely fun. Regardless, my magic is true magic. On market days, my cart always has the longest line.

That is, until he arrives.

An arrogant, foolish minotaur with a ridiculously posh accent sets up shop right beside me. And even though his magic is only a mishmash of tacky illusions and over-the-top displays, townsfolk flock to him.

Infuriating.

When one of his stupid illusions triggers a magical mishap, I have to step in to keep the whole town from going down. And just when I think he’s my biggest issue and I might have to murder the fool, we discover something far, far more dangerous hiding beneath the streets of Leafshire Cove.

This rivals to lovers cozy fantasy romance features spice, monsters, and banter that will have you kicking your feet. Book Two in the Leafshire Cove Monsters series, this book is a standalone with a happily ever after ending.