Title: A fragile Spell
Series: Magical Mishaps, Book One
Author: T. M. Kirk
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 02/17/2026
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Pairing: Female/Female
Length: 226
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy, FF romance, witches, magic/magic users, artist, glassblower, businessperson, Oregon Coast
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Sangria Christmas Lewis, or “Ria” to literally everyone except her mom, never wanted to be a witch. So when she gets fired from her dream job in marketing and is forced to move back home to Seacliff, she’s less than thrilled. That is, until she gets the idea to offer destiny love spells online: marketing and magic combined. If only she hadn’t screwed up her first spell and made her client fall in love with her. That’s what a witch gets when they abandon their magic for years though.
The small coastal town of Seacliff has captivated the heart of glassblower Lissa Parker. Unfortunately, the marketing company her studio hired to save their failing business dropped them days before they were supposed to launch a secret campaign. With six months to save her studio, Lissa considers it fate that she stumbles across a woman she recognizes from the marketing company. The fact that the woman claims to be a witch only adds to her curiosity. How exactly does one go from marketing to magic?
Lissa needs to find out what Ria knows about her old company’s secret marketing campaign so she can save her studio. And Ria needs to figure out how to remove the love spell from her first-ever client. Both women need to learn how to stop keeping secrets and embrace the passion they can’t help but feel for each other.
A Fragile Spell
T.M. Kirk © 2026
All Rights Reserved
The line outside Mixie’s was growing, and Lissa’s patience was waning. Shoving her hands in her pocket, she kicked a stone down the sidewalk.
“Do you have something against rocks in general, or did that one have it coming?”
Lissa whipped her head up at the soft voice, and her eyes meandered over the woman approaching her. Red curls far more vibrant than any screen could accurately portray bounced against her shoulders with each hesitant step. Interesting. She would have guessed from the video that the Elixir Enchantress would be far more self-assured than this. Maybe getting information out of the witch would be easier than anticipated.
“It was personal,” she replied as the woman came to a stop less than a foot away, clutching a notebook to her chest. “That rock mouthed off one too many times.”
The witch laughed, a small twinkling sound like a wind chime, innocent and adorable.
“I’m Ria,” she said, thrusting out one hand. “Any chance you’re Lissa?”
“I am,” Lissa replied, shaking Ria’s hand and lingering for a beat too long. Her skin was just so soft it was hard to let go. She could only imagine how her own rough, calloused hands felt in contrast.
“I didn’t realize this place was so popular,” Ria remarked, glancing at the handful of tables inside, each one occupied. “I was hoping for somewhere a little quieter.”
“Not a problem,” Lissa assured. “Follow me.” She led Ria down the side path Daria had shown her only yesterday. “Ta-da!” She stepped aside to reveal the secret patio.
Ria’s eyes widened with each step, and a tiny gasp escaped. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, moving farther into the space.
“A friend told me about it. They keep it on the down low, but we’re good to be back here.” Lissa pulled out a chair at the first table, pausing when she noticed her name on a piece of paper next to a plate of scones and a take-out cup. Daria texted her that morning to say she had been more than happy to pay a visit to Chase and confirm it was okay for them to use the hidden patio today, but Lissa didn’t expect her friend to go this far.
“Pssst,” someone hissed at her, and she whirled around to see Daria peeking out from the back door of the cafe.
“What are you doing here?” she mouthed, tossing a quick glance over her shoulder to confirm Ria was still firmly entranced by the various flowers.
Mischief glistened in Daria’s eyes as she made two circles with her hands and rubbed them together.
Oh, dear lord.
“She’s hot,” Daria whispered, fanning herself dramatically.
Lissa took a few steps toward the cafe and flipped her friend off. “It’s not a date.”
“Yet,” Daria said with a wink, then slammed the door shut.
The click of the lock turning kept Lissa from pursuing the conversation. Not that it would do any good. When Daria got into matchmaker mode, her target would have better luck stopping a tsunami.
I knew I liked her for a reason, her vagina piped up. She has her priorities straight. That is one sexy witch!
Show some class, her brain argued. We are not trying to seduce the information from her.
Sighing, Lissa turned back to the Elixir Enchantress. The sooner she got answers to her questions, the sooner she could get back to her studio. Or her bed. Although by this point neither was likely to bring her any joy today.
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T. M. Kirk is the author of the fantasy romance Onyx Palace series as well as the paranormal rom-com Don’t Bite Me series. Originally from Alaska, she is a rolling stone constantly on the move, eternally searching for that perfect place to call home. Currently residing in California with her partner and two fur babies, her days are spent riding her motorcycle, traveling to new places, and creating fantasy and paranormal worlds as a much needed escape from reality.
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