The Devil Made Me Brew It by Sarah Piper

This book is what happens when a cozy small town tea shop romance accidentally slurps a magical espresso shot and summons a demon with enough smolder to violate several local ordinances. I opened it expecting herbal tranquility and soft witchy vibes, but instead got a full-on paranormal thirst trap with emotional shrapnel and a hero who looks like he was sculpted from forbidden decisions and dark promises.

👉 If the Devil showing up shirtless feels like your calling, here is the book

Our FMC is just trying to run her peaceful tea shop like a responsible adult who minds her own leaves and steeps her own business.
The universe responds by delivering a summoned Devlin Pierce… aka devil, who is aggressively not wearing a shirt and even more aggressively not respecting personal space. Their chemistry is instant. Their banter is elite. Their sexual tension could power a mid-sized city during peak hours.

This man shows up like, “hi I am here to ruin your life”... but in a romantic way, and she is like absolutely not!
Then immediately participates in the ruining.
I support her.
I support him.
I support whatever cosmically reckless contract they accidentally create together.

The plot is a delightful chaos blend of witches, demons, ancient deals, tea shop hijinks, and lingering trauma steeped to perfection. The longing is feral. The vibes are immaculate. The spice is enthusiastic enough that OSHA would have concerns.

Contains:

• A devil who should absolutely come with a warning label

• A tea shop owner with main character energy and zero chill where it counts

• Magic that probably needs supervision

• Excellent banter and elite thirst

• Spice level is a magically induced blackout where you wake up smiling and concerned.

Five stars because this book brewed my soul, steeped my sanity, and served it back to me with a wink.
I am spiritually a tea bag now, and the Devil is the boiling water.

xoxo