What do siren celebrities, jazz pixies, and three hundred disastrous dates with supernatural men have in common?

Me.

I’m Cerys. And at twenty-two years old, running a paranormal dating agency with my bestie and living in the magical society of Nepos is an amazing life.

Not gonna lie though… it’d be better with some action. Kissing, maybe? A one-armed hug? Heck, after three years, I’ll take a man touching my bedsheets. Or would if a curse didn’t 100 percent block me from romance.

Yep. You read that right. I’m Cursed with a capital C. And lucky me, this curse prevents any sort of loving. Want some friendly advice? Don’t piss off a witch.

When my ‘extinct’ brand of magic explodes in the presence of true love, the off-the-charts sexy but infuriatingly bored Detective Devereaux gets involved. And let me tell you, ladies, there are m-u-s-c-l-e-s under his long coat!

But now I’m cursed, dodging the law, and matchmaking supes undercover. If that wasn’t enough, word on the street is that some creep is digging up heart elemental bodies. Not great news with the lethal secret I’m keeping.

Seriously. How is it only Monday?