A magical café where the deceased demand answers, cats are snarky, and chickens ghostly!

When my quirky Aunt Rose asks me, an American barista, to help open a hip espresso café near the Welsh and English border, I jump at the chance. What better way to celebrate my 36th birthday and try to ignore the second anniversary of my boyfriend's death?

Misty Valley isn't just your average Welsh village. This one is full of fae like pixies, orcs, and leprechauns, and now me. My special power, other than making great espresso? I can see and hear ghosts.

So, when the spirit of my ex-boyfriend Jake shows up with more than the ghostly chickens he died with (don't ask, it's complicated), I find out just how strange my new life in Misty Valley is.

Jake's new ghostly friend, Sir Reginald, disappeared a year before I arrived. Now that I'm here, the deceased cricket player wants me to figure out who murdered him. And figure out why. Everyone agrees he's the most cricket of all cricket players. Who'd want to do in a chap like him?

First I find out I'm a witch, now I have to be a supernatural detective? I'd worry about that, but my new bestie seems to be a top secret agent for the fae queen. Yeah, I told you this is a weird little village.

And, since I'm a new witch, I've inherited not only a wand, but also a snarky talking cat named Punkin who is addicted to coffee beans. Seems that he had an incident with too many beans, the fae queen's ball gown, and now I'm stuck with him.

And our attempt to solve the mystery of Sir Reginald's death, is making the killer very nervous.

My new friends and I find ourselves in hot water right away. Just locating the car wreck that killed Sir Reginald reveals an escaped infernal that wants to eat my new cat, then eat the rest of us.

Can we serve up justice before a brewing disaster boils over?

The book masterfully fuses the comforting, low-stakes feel of a cozy coffee shop mystery with the high-stakes worldbuilding and action of urban fantasy, appealing to readers of both genres.