A Frost spirit who runs a coffee shop. A Cupid who works as a divorce lawyer. And magic in the air ... Raine’s never been a conventional Cupid. He likes organization, his job as a successful lawyer, and black coffee, and he dislikes messiness, physical and emotional. He tries hard not to use his powers, because he’d rather not manipulate anyone’s desires, and he’s not planning to fall in love himself -- and he wouldn’t trust it if someone fell in love with him. But the owner of Raine’s favorite coffee shop is endlessly patient, kind even in the face of sarcasm, and an artist with flavors and window decorations ... and he could even challenge Raine’s resolutions about love. Don enjoys his life. Even though he’s a Frost, he finds comfort in giving people warmth: good coffee, a cozy refuge from the rain, holiday decorations, and overall cheer. But one gorgeous Cupid seems immune to Don’s cheerfulness -- and he keeps coming back, day after day. Fortunately, Don’s always liked a challenge, and now he’s determined to make Raine smile at least once ... and he’s discovering that Raine’s sarcasm hides a generous and lonely heart, keeping the world at bay. And if Don and Raine can learn to trust each other -- with new coffee flavors, with their hopes for the future, and with their hearts -- the Frost and the Cupid just might find their own magical happy ending.

Frost and Raine

“Yes,” Don said again. “Look, sorry, I’ve got to go help take care of this rush—”


“Go,” Raine said. “I can live without your sparkling repartee. I’ve got caffeine.”


Don went. Amid dark roast and chocolate and steam, he tried to watch those slim shoulders, the flutter of pale red hair, the way green eyes slipped briefly shut in happiness at a sip of coffee. Raine left almost immediately, he noticed, no doubt back to intimidating opposing sides into cowed agreement and promises to behave.


The girl lurking in the doorway had night-black hair and eyes like onyx; she peeked out from under long eyelashes and offered, “I know how to make a decent espresso?”


“Sorry,” Don said, “who are you, again?”


Chapter 4