Swipe Left: Next, Please!

If only “alakazam” worked on love…

My name is Kyla O’Connor and I’m a witch who specializes in magickal cocktails that cater to our clients’ needs. 

Too bad I can’t whip up a specialty drink for my needs and help me find true love. 

In a moment of weakness, I cave and sign up for a magickal dating agency—supposedly their app can match you with your soul mate. I don’t know…I mean…it tastes like pomegranates. Yuck!

But nothing ventured, nothing gained.

I’m stoked when my first date is a 99.375% near perfect match. That is until he shows up and it’s none other than the bane of my high school existence. The boy who stole my heart, broke it, and ruined my reputation: Roman “the Conqueror” McIntosh.

I instantly swipe left, but he won’t go away.

Most women would beg to be stalked by this big, bad wolf, but not me.

Every day I wake to the same email, the same match.

What in the name of Hades is going on? How did we get caught in a time loop and how do we break it so I can find my real soul mate?



Or did I already find him?