Midlife meltdown. Accidental magic. One very annoyed Scottish handyman who can't leave.
Cassie Morgan didn't ask for magic. She asked for a plumber.
At 47, life's already a mess—divorced, invisible at work, and experiencing hot flashes that could melt steel. Then her dead great-aunt's spellbook shows up, and one wine-fueled spell later, there's a shirtless Scottish handyman in her kitchen who can't leave her property.
Liam MacLeod is grumpy, competent, and not remotely surprised by witches. His ex-wife was one. But Cassie's chaos is different—she's not manipulating him. She's just a disaster. A beautiful, infuriating disaster.
Now her cat won't stop talking, her toaster only speaks French, and her ex-husband's Porsche just turned pink. She spent twenty years dimming her light for a man who didn't deserve it.
Maybe it's time to glow.
Cozy witch romantic fantasy with midlife magic, humor, and a happily-ever-after.
