The Devil Made Me Brew It - Sarah Piper

What’s a broke tea witch to do when she’s about to lose her beloved café?\n No idea, but chugging magic mojitos and drunk-summoning the Devil was definitely the wrong call.\n 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.\n Infuriating!\n 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.”\n 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.\n Or