My not-quite-technically-legal potion-brewing business is booming. I’ve paid off (most of) my credit cards. I can finally afford to eat more than just toast.

 

All thanks to my newest creation: a love potion that guarantees instant attraction and long-term happily-ever-afters.

 

So naturally, the universe smites me.

 

One kitchen mishap later, a batch of love potion explodes—and my next-door neighbour is standing in my doorway with puppy-dog eyes, declaring undying love.

 

Which would be less of a problem if he weren’t ridiculously hot… and if he hadn’t spent the last eighteen months glowering at me like I’d personally cursed his morning coffee.

 

Now I’m scrambling to brew an antidote before the witching authorities catch wind of my operation (minor detail: my sister is an investigative officer), while Mr. Grumpy-Next-Door insists we can’t be apart—and keeps “proving” it with heartfelt confessions and dangerously distracting body language.

 

With the tension rising, the trouble brewing, and my self-control on its last legs, I’m running out of time to fix my mistake…

 

…before I lose my business, my freedom, and possibly my underwear.

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Merlin’s toenails. I have really hexed it up this time.