It’s funny how the universe works. I’ve been unwinding at night with The Full Moon Coffee Shop, a story steeped in quiet wisdom, tender reflection, and celestial cats. But by day? I’m neck-deep in the eerie reality of Café Enchantment—the haunting heart of my own book, The Ordinary Bruja.
Let me be clear: Café Enchantment is not your cozy moonlit coffee shop.
It’s where Marisol Espinal begins her story—a place that should feel safe, familiar, grounding. It’s where she sees Kia, the only person who feels like home now that she’s not staying over anymore. The café is Marisol’s normal.
But almost immediately, that normal is corrupted.
Something feels off. The energy shifts. The café that once smelled of cinnamon and old books now feels watched. The creak of a chair. The flicker of a shadow. A sip of coffee that doesn’t quite go down right.
And before you even realize it…
Marisol is no longer safe.
And neither are you, dear reader.
This is the thing about The Ordinary Bruja: the horror doesn’t announce itself with a scream. It creeps. It chills. It whispers. The supernatural forces don’t just haunt Hallowthorn Hill—they seep into Marisol’s everyday. Into her job. Her routines. Her comfort zones. Especially Café Enchantment.
And yet…she keeps going back.
Why? Because Kia’s there. Because sometimes, when the world feels like it’s unraveling, you hold onto what’s familiar even as it slips through your fingers. That’s what Café Enchantment becomes—a reflection of Marisol’s internal chaos. A battleground disguised as a barista bar.
And here’s a little spoiler (shh):
Café Enchantment returns in Book Two.
But trust me—by then, it’ll be even weirder. Even darker. Even more alive.
So if you dare to crack open The Ordinary Bruja, don’t just skim the first chapter. Pay attention.
To the sounds.
To the vibes.
To the feeling that someone is watching—because they are.
Go ahead.
Grab a table.
Order your cafecito.
And see if you make it out.
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The Ordinary Bruja: Book One of Las Cerradoras Series – Johanny Ortega
Marisol Espinal has spent her life trying to disappear from her family’s whispers of magic, from the shame of not belonging, from the truth she refuses to face. She’s always wanted to be someone else: confident, capable, extraordinary.
But when strange visions, flickering shadows, and warnings written in her mother’s hand begin to stalk her, Marisol is forced to confront her deepest fear: what if she isn’t extraordinary at all? What if she’s painfully ordinary?
Yet Hallowthorn Hill doesn’t call to just anyone. And the more Marisol resists, the stronger its pull becomes. The past she’s buried claws its way back, and something in the mist is watching—waiting for her to remember.
If Marisol cannot face the truth about who she is and where she comes from, the same darkness that destroyed her ancestors will claim her, too.
Somewhere in the shadows, something knows her name.
And it’s time for Marisol to learn why.
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