Love shouldn’t be lethal. Too bad Tansy’s is cursed.
Chaos witch Tansy Tingle has a razor-crafted spell that turns attraction into catastrophe: “You’ll never find love unless the one meant for you dies.” Running on fumes (and sarcasm), she detours into Assjacket, Virginia with her familiar—a very British, deeply unimpressed snail named Gary.
That’s when she bumps into a flannel-wearing loner with far too many instincts and not enough fear. The kind of man who looks like a solution and feels like a dare.
Keeping him at arm’s length should be simple…except her unruly magic amps up around him, the curse punishes joy, and this town collects strays with a vengeance. Their survival plan?
No kissing, no bonding, absolutely no catching feelings. Easy…until it isn’t.
Book 1 of the One Hot, Hexy Mess series
