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

by Jennifer Kropf

This is a work of fiction. All characters, species, fairy tricks, elf shots, enchanted kisses, delicious sounding magic coffee drinks, fae jokes, and all other nonsense of the folk and mythological sort are not real. Fairies don’t exist. (Or do they?)

In other words, don’t steal stuff. It’s impolite and you know you’re better than that. Also, the fairies will mess with your hair while you sleep if you do.

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.

“You mean to tell me that you waltzed in here with that sanctimonious attitude and expected to get this for free? Are you just discourteous or do you have a forbearance disorder? Is your brain a miniscule raisin?”

The thwack of a cozy manuscript hitting a complete arse had a nice tune to it.

“Well, when you’re ready to talk, my door is always open, my cookies are always warm, and my tea kettle is always hot.”