Sugar, Spice, and Magical Mischief — Tara West

A pinch of regret. A tablespoon of confusion. A heaping cup of longing. A recipe for frustration.What can be worse than being trapped in an isolated castle with grumpy ghosts, pesky gnomes, and menacing monsters while being hunted by demons, mercenaries, and a very desperate, very annoying ex-husband?How about knowing that I might have blown my chances at true love with my soul mate? I might as well live ten thousand miles away from the sphinx-shifter of my dreams. The chasm between us in this drafty castle grows wider every day, even as his musky scent drives me wild with longing.Even worse, this strain on our relationship is affecting my bond with my son. I can feel him pulling away as we prepare for a full-scale demon war.If that wasn't bad enough, an invisible dragon ate all my chocolate, these jumbo tampons make me waddle like a constipated troll, and the gnomes stole my battery-operated-boyfriend.