What do you get when a witch runs a café? Some very risqué coffee with some unexpected side effects. Elijah It's just supposed to be a latte, and boy, did I learn my lesson not to take drinks blindly from my boss. She may or may not have noticed—I'm not very subtle—how obsessed I've become with the silver-haired orc across the street. One little drink wasn't supposed to have me on all fours… Orc I ignore the pretty tattooed omega no matter how often he transpires through my bookstore. I'm too old, too quiet, not very sociable, I'm an orc. What can I say? How is he supposed to know cinnamon is an aphrodisiac to orcs? This is book one of a mini-series, a 20,000-word MM erotic mpreg story based in the paranormal world with no angst, lots of steamy goodness, size difference, May-December and a guaranteed HEA. Intended for adult readers, and see CW/TW inside for kinks and more—does contain spoilers.