DESCRIPTION

Who knew that a little taste of heaven could lead to all hell breaking loose?

It’s bad enough Lyndi’s alone on Valentine’s Day, but it’s even worse that her boyfriend broke up with her just three days before. Envious of all the love she sees around her, she half-jokes she’d sell her soul to the Devil for unconditional love from a perfect guy. Only Lucifer actually was listening, and the perfect guy, is…well, perfectly dreadful.

Suddenly Lyndi’s got the Devil chasing after her soul and a total goof chasing after her bod…what’s a gypsy chick to do?

EXCERPT

I guess my trouble started the usual way. I sold my soul to the Devil. For a guy. The wrong guy. I’ll give you a moment to finish laughing.

I’m quite convinced that if you had seen this guy the same way I had seen this guy, then you would have done the same thing. After all, who can resist a six-foot-three, two-hundred-pound former college quarterback who needed rescuing from the arms of some harpyesque bimbo?

I’m getting ahead of myself, though. Faustian as it may sound, deals with the Devil are nothing new in my family. We have a relatively healthy working relationship with His Evilness. We have a relatively healthy working relationship with His Holiness, too, it’s just that people rarely are as desperate to do good as they are to try to get away with things.

And that’s where we come in.

My name is Lyndi. Although I do not come from a family of witches, that is the closest word you have for it. According to the language of my ancestors—Romanian for those of you keeping score at home—what I really am is a mixer. A cosmic mixer, a bartender of the stars.

The women in my family and I create potions and brews that can change your mood, change your luck, or in some cases, change your entire life. Whether you want the potion for good or bad, it is not our concern.

Which is where our story begins….