An astral witch, a brooding fire demon, and a cafe neither of them can escape…
I astral projected to cheat at poker and landed myself in witness protection with a brooding fire demon. Oops.
Now my family’s hiding out in northern Maine in a busted-up café my brother won in a shady bet. The place is a disaster: cursed sugar jars, haunted espresso machine, and oh yeah… a smoldering Ifrit who runs the interdimensional bar behind the walk-in freezer. He’s all fire, fury, and don’t-touch-my-cups energy, and we clash over everything.
We share a dangerously thin veil between realms we’re determined to fix—since we don’t want to see any more of each other than we have to. But when a pissed off mob mage sends his goons looking for me, suddenly Mr. Smoke-and-Glare decides I’m his problem to protect.
The longer I stay, the more I want to know what it’d feel like to melt under him. He might be bound to the bar, but I’m bound to him by something else entirely: temptation, tension and the growing certainty that this fiery demon might be the only one who can keep my family alive.
If he doesn’t burn my sanity (or my panties) to ash first.
