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Welcome back to the Nettles B&B—where heirlooms hum with history, pixies meddle in the sugar bowls, and love is always brewing. Nan and Mossy Nettles thought opening a bed-and-breakfast would be the perfect retirement adventure. Nestled in a restored Victorian home just blocks from the ocean in Daytona Beach, Florida, their whimsical B&B is finally ready for guests—and its first wedding. Vivi Lane and Bo Folly arrive under a veil of secrecy, eloping for a garden ceremony filled with tea, wisteria, and a hint of magic.

A Victorian B&B, a ghostly mystery, and a dash of mischief—welcome to Nettles B&B, where the tea is warm, the spirits are restless, and nothing ever goes quite as planned. Nan and Mossy Nettles never expected their golden years to be quite so… eventful. But when they set out to renovate a charming seaside Victorian into the perfect Bed & Breakfast, they didn’t count on the ghostly surprises that came with it. An unexpected storm leaves behind more than just fallen branches—whispered warnings, hidden doors, and an opinionated pixie all point to a century-old mystery itching to be solved.

Fated mates. Royal fae. A hybrid with dangerous powers. Never go into the woods. I’ve always listened—until my dog got lost, and I needed to find him. Everything rapidly spiraled out of control. I landed in the fae realm. And now I’m bound by a deal to the cruel Day Court queen. She won’t let me leave because I’m the first ever hybrid. Born of two feuding courts and with powers rumored to bring about a new era for the fae realm. She wants me to be her weapon. While trying to survive her hostile Court, I have to fight for my freedom. But I might not be completely alone.

Cricket Culebra has always felt the weight of history pressing against her. As a half-fae born into a long line of Culebra women, she knows that stories—both remembered and forgotten—carry power. But when she and her sisters uncover an ancient amulet hidden within St. Augustine’s legendary Fountain of Youth, the past doesn’t just whisper—it pulls her under.