Bespelled

I am lonely, and after what my ex put me through there was no way I’m giving my heart to anyone again. Especially not another witch.

So I swiped right on a hundred-year-old gargoyle.

He’s easy on the eyes and huge in all the right places, and our one-night-stand is magical. But he says I’m his forever mate, and I can’t even decide what color socks to wear tomorrow.

Now I can’t shake this gargoyle, and even if this is true love, my family will never approve. Witches marry witches, and that's the way it’s always been.

Can we find our happily ever after?