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Newly divorced, unemployed, and out of options, moving back into my childhood home was supposed to be temporary—just long enough to get back on my feet and take care of my mother.
But the house had problems I couldn’t fix. So I hired a handyman who said he could.
Lance Cutler arrived with confidence, charm, and every solution we needed. My mother welcomed him like a gift sent straight from heaven. And I wanted to believe that, too. I really did.
But the longer he stayed, the less safe our home felt.
The way he looks at me. The way he moves through the house like he belongs there. The day I realized someone had been through my underwear drawer…
Now I’m trying to figure out whether I’m imagining things—or whether I’ve invited something dangerous into our lives.
And if I have… how do I get him out?

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At ten years old, Lilah meets a strange boy in the woods near her village after fleeing her mother’s wrath. He makes a solemn promise that in the future, when he is older, he will return for her and whisk her away. Lilah accepts, but as the years pass, she never sees him again, causing her to believe that their promise was nothing more than a childhood fantasy. Twenty years after their initial promise, guards suddenly appear at the front door, informing her that their prince is waiting for her and they were sent to collect his wife.

Not only was that little boy a prince, but a fae prince in line for the throne. Now, Lilah must confront the promise she made as a child and what it truly means. Sparks fly when they meet again, but with her doubts and his secrets, she wonders if she can break the deal, or will she lose herself to the charming yet dangerous man who claims she is his?

This is a closed-door fae romantasy featuring childhood promises, fae royalty, destined love, hidden truths, and slow-burn tension. Perfect for listeners who crave emotional stakes, magical bargains, and second chances.

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Forbidden fruit is sweet...until you take a bite.

Being the dud in my coven wasn't the worst thing—until they decided to re-evaluate our contributions. Without magic, all I had was a resting witch face and a smart mouth. Neither will save me when the next full moon comes. Having the last name Byrne can only get me so far.

I'm doomed. In my panic, I broke into the coven's library, hoping to find a simple spell even an idiot could pull off. Instead, I blew up half the building, destroyed most of the ancient texts, and somehow ended up half-naked in the high priest's office.

I thought that was bad.

Turns out, my stupidity unlocked the seals blocking my magic, and now I'm being hunted by every supernatural jerk with a grudge. There's only one way to survive:

Master the cursed book that got me into this mess. Or die trying.

My name is Hazel Byrne. I'm a witch. And I'm totally screwed.

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