Stupid Spellbound Love

Book 2: Stupid Love

by Amy Boyles

Genres: Paranormal Romance; Romantic Comedy; Witches

Synopsis

In this romantic comedy with a spellbinding spark, a young witch is torn between a lie that might save her home and admitting the truth to the infuriatingly handsome man who cares more about profit than preservation.

Secret witch Coco Higginbotham has the perfect cover: magical land preservation in Mystic Meadows, Georgia. Here magic threads through the land and unicorn critters roam free, though human magic is strictly forbidden. But when billionaire developer Stone Maddox threatens the town’s magical flow with his resort construction, what’s a closeted witch to do but cast a spell to make him see reason?

Unfortunately, Coco accidentally wipes out his memory too. Thanks to his uncanny connection with her (and some convenient lies of omission), he soon concludes they’re a couple. And this new Stone? He’s kind, caring, and nothing like the man who threatened everything she loves.

As Coco scrambles to reverse her spell and restore Stone’s memory, she faces an impossible choice. Tell the truth and lose the man she’s falling for—or keep lying and risk exposing the magical secret that could destroy her life.

And what is more dangerous—being discovered as a witch, or discovering she can’t let him go?

Release date: April 28, 2026

Publisher: Montlake

Print pages: 318

Sample

Sneak Peek

“Can I help you?” I repeat, rising. 

She clears her throat nervously and unfolds. “I’m looking for—” 

The lambicorn bleats and she gasps. “It is a lambicorn! I saw it from the car. Where did you get it?” 

Her eyes flash up to me. They’re hazel—gold and brown. Warm. 

Before I can answer, she shoves the mess of papers into my hands, picks up the lambicorn, and hugs it. “She is so sweet. Is it a she?” 

“No idea. It just showed up.” 

“Where?” 

“In the woods. It’s yours if you want it.” 

She rubs her cheek against its head. “Awwwww. You are so sweet.” The sheep closes its eyes, clearly enjoying the affection. “I’ve heard they imprint on one person and that becomes their mom.” 

“This is your lucky day, because it looks like it’s imprinting on you.” 

The woman grins at me again, and I find my own lips tipping skyward, all thoughts of my mom forgotten. She puts the lambicorn down and gives its head another stroke. 

“Let’s see who it goes to.” She steps away and the lambicorn pads over to me. 

Great. 

“The lambi has spoken. You are her new daddy.” 

I rub my cheek. “It’ll be the first time someone’s called me that.” 

“That’s good.” Then she quickly adds, “Unless you want someone to call you daddy. If that’s the case, then I take back my previous statement.” 

“No one’s calling me daddy. You’re good. I mean, I don’t know if you’re good, and when I say that, I’m not trying to be suggestive. I just met you, obviously. I have no idea if you’re good. Wait. Does it feel like I’m digging an actual hole with my mouth, or is it just me?” 

She laughs, and our gazes latch for a beat. She looks away first, and when she does, my pulse skips in a way I haven’t experienced in a long time.