A snarky baker, a sexy fae lord, and the curse that tangles their fates forever.
When my bestie and I opened a fabulous bakery, I planned to live a long life shoving pumpkin muffins into my face hole and working them off during my self-defense class. But when a castle full of ridiculously gorgeous immortals showed up on the ley line running through my small town outside Nashville, my life changed.
A lot. Like a lot, a lot.
Because of an ancient curse, the fae and their vampire frenemy can’t leave their castle without turning to ash, and they only have one month before they’re all toast. When the most powerful fae lord uses his seductive power to lure me close, to psychically feed on my aura, he successfully steps out of the castle for the first time.
Now the fae want all of my supposedly special blood to break the curse and find their freedom. Until I can somehow shove the immortals back into whatever magical hole they crawled out of, my life is forfeit.
I have a new plan, but it doesn’t account for the insane feelings I’m starting to have for the leader of the group . . .

A dragon. A twisted curse. And a finale to rival the glory of chocolate croissants.
I used to think burned scones and bad hair made for a rough day. When a dragon crawls out of a hole in Main Street, I realize it’s time to rework that definition.
I broke the Mage Duke’s curse, but the dark spell hasn’t disappeared. Instead, the casting morphed into a legless dragon thing that wants to eat me.
Nailed it.
And to top off this crap sandwich, the town’s local reporter has decided to rouse a mob against me.
I have a lot of witch work to do, friends. Send doughnuts.

I always thought if I had magical powers, life would be cake.
Wrong.
My fated mate is the enemy of my kind, I have days to figure out how to keep him from literally going up in smoke, and at any moment one of my magic’s surges will shock my heart and strike me down.
If I don’t learn how to control my mage abilities pronto, I’m dead. I thought that portalling to hang with other mages would solve things, and I’d find some rad crone-like chick to help me train all epic style. But it seems I’ve landed myself, my best friend, and my doomed fated mate in a hidden kingdom where my kind are enslaved for eternity. Not awesome.
This is not the training I was hoping for. And with every day we’re away from the cursed castle, Lucus and his brothers weaken further. If I don’t get us the heck out of this super creepy British fae kingdom, all of us-the 16th century guys and us modern gals-are history.