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 café?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 café, 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, never-should've-happened kiss at the Wayward Bay Halloween Ball that has me believing in a different kind of magic: Love.So maybe the real question is... What's a broke tea witch to do when she's about to lose her café and her heart?The Devil Made Me Brew It is the first book in The Witches of Wayward Bay, a series of standalone paranormal rom-coms where the magic is real and the witches always get their magically-ever-afters. No cliffhangers, guaranteed HEAs, and plenty of heat, humor, and heart!Tropes: opposites attractforced proximity / stuck togetherfish out of waterhe falls firstsmall town with spicemagic is real but love is the real magic