Mackenzie Fisher's life looks ideal on paper: a thriving career at a Seattle tech firm, a SoulCycle coven of very fit witches, and a textbook-perfect boyfriend. When she inherits an old coastal Victorian, she can almost hear the patter of little baby feet on oak floors.
But a crushing breakup leaves Mac alone in a decrepit enchanted house with no internet and her aunt's grimoire. In a grief- and Midnight-Margaritas-fueled haze, she conjures a man to be the partner who'll finally make her happy—attentive, protective, and completely devoted. Her creation is harmless, until the house's wards unravel and an unsettlingly charming demon possesses him.
Desperate to repair the wards, Mac turns to her new coven mate Jamie. His helpfulness and friendly magnetism (and, yes, a strong jaw and broad shoulders) make her feel seen in a way she hasn't in a decade, but trusting him with her demonic mistake feels riskier than anything creeping through the wards.
If Mac can't woman up and get vulnerable with Jamie, her home—and the future she desperately wants there—will crumble around her.