Myka's dream was to someday own his shop, making and spelling suits that were prized throughout the world. Instead, he rejected an apprenticeship with a master who proved to be reprehensible—and touchable—and lost everything. Now, he works in a derelict shop in the wrong part of town, and it's only a matter of time before he's caught spelling without a license or thrown out by his odious landlord.
The only bright part of his days are the occasional visits from his best client, Johan, a man who works in the palace and always brings the finest suits to have spelled. When he accidentally leaves behind an invitation to the royal ball, Myka takes it, determined to have one evening where he can enjoy himself—and perhaps even spend time with Johan as something other than a spell weaver.
This is an adorable little story about Myka, a tailor who weaves spells into fabrics (his specialty is suits), and Johan, the handsome, mysterious client who visits Myka's tiny shop in the bad part of town.
Myka is highly skilled but not yet a certified spell weaver; when his master passes away, Myka is stuck as an apprentice, without the legal rights to practice spell weaving. One night, in a moment of fancy and desperation, he puts charms on one of his own suits and sneaks into the palace ball.
You can see where this is going. Spell Weaver is a Cinderfella story, but without the lost slipper and kisses that go somewhere. Instead of an evil stepmother, there's a nasty landlord who wants Myka to pay his rent with sexual favors.
Because this story is so short (600 locations on my Kindle), I didn't fully connect with this couple. Johan, especially, is not a fully fleshed out character. We get but a glimpse into his personality.
Even so, this is a lightly sexy, romantic story with a tentative HEA. I enjoy Megan Derr's engaging writing style and the sweetness of her stories, especially when the sweetness is tinged with SPICE.