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 caf ? 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 caf , 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,