Welcome to Fae Cafe (High Court of the Coffee Bean, #1)

by Jennifer Kropf

There are ten golden rules you must follow if you want to survive an encounter with a fae: Don’t ask for its name. If it asks you what your name is, lie. Avoid looking directly into its eyes. Don’t invite it to your book club. Don’t engage in a snowball fight. Never let it burn its mouth on coffee. Don’t ask it where it’s from. Don’t tell it where you live. Never mention its Queene. Don’t try to kill it with an ordinary human gun. If you fail to do any of these things, enslave it immediately.

lol love all the ten golden rules

The fae glanced down at the gun, his mouth twisting to the side. He shook it a little. He tried pulling the trigger again, and still—nothing. A low growl rumbled from his throat as he turned it over in his hands. “Queensbane,” he muttered to himself.

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“Are you crazy, Kate?” she whispered. “I hope not.” Kate’s raspy laughter sailed through the café, too loud to stifle now. “Then why are you laughing?” “B…” Kate dropped to a knee and flattened her hand against the floor to support herself as she lost control. “Because he’s an idiot.” The fae’s brown-silver eyes lifted from the gun at that. “He can’t shoot a gun,” Kate said, and Lily’s gaze snapped back to the fae. She seemed to realize Kate was right.

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“How did you know I was coming?” she asked. Her grandmother blinked. “I didn’t.” The front door squeaked, and Kate turned toward the foyer as a deep, masculine voice filled the house that made Kate forget where she was. “Grandma Lewis,” he said as he nudged the door shut behind him. Two full grocery bags hung from his grip. “They didn’t have any brown sugar, so I got…” His words halted when he noticed Kate standing there. One of the bags almost slipped from his fingers. He stared at Kate. Kate stared at him. “Katherine,” Grandma Lewis said, carrying the tea past her, “this is Cress.”

Lol she see cress at her grandmother house I love this.