Bad Luck with Leprechauns

One woman who loves everything Irish.

One accidentally performed charm to summon leprechauns and luck.

And a secret crush called upon to save the day.

Okay, in my defence, I didn’t know what I was doing—if I even did perform that ancient magical charm last summer.

I mean, I barely even believe in this magical realm stuff my friends are always talking about. How would I summon leprechaun luck?

Or this leprechaun who’s standing on my bed, shaking a pair of shoes at me, and telling me I have to fix some sort of weird magical world imbalance I created.

Right.

And that was before my fairy godmother showed up, telling me I couldn’t wish the leprechaun away.

Lovely. But it was worth a try.

Apparently, it’s up to me to fix things in the leprechaun world. But how do I do that when I barely even believe he’s real?

(Except the way he keeps stealing my best shoes feels pretty real.)

There’s only one thing I can think to do—and that’s to call up my secret crush Caleb who understands Irish legends.

Hopefully, this quiet Irishman will know what to do. As long as he doesn’t think I’m as crazy as I sound and hang up the phone…

This is a slow burn romance with magical realism for readers who like sweet, closed door rom-coms with cinnamon roll heroes, secret crushes, and forced-proximity, quest-like, clean romantasy novels filled with twists, turns, humour and lots of heart.