The Boy in the Cafe by J.F. Potter
The Boy in the Café
by J.F. Potter
When bestselling author James Potter walks into a café looking for inspiration, he doesn’t expect to find it in the form of a brooding stranger reading his book—and hating it. Regulus Black has opinions, and unfortunately, James is desperate enough to ask for them.
What follows is a slow-burn strangers-to-lovers romance about two people who speak in subtext, hide behind sarcasm, and fall for each other before either of them realizes it’s happening.
There’s coffee. There are letters. There’s a scene involving a painting that readers won’t stop screaming about.
And somewhere in the middle of it all—
A writer meets his favorite story.
For fans of reluctant vulnerability, long-sleeved hoodies, and the terrifying thrill of being truly known.
Bonus Scene<3
It’s spring. Regulus is on the couch, legs tangled in James’s, a book balanced on his chest. James walks in, holding two mugs of tea. He stops in the doorway.
“What?” Regulus says without looking up.
James grins. “You’re rereading it.”
Regulus flips a page. “Mm.”
“You mocked it for three months.”
“You wrote me into the epilogue, Potter. I was checking for accuracy.”
James laughs, comes over, puts the tea down. “And?”
Regulus closes the book. Sets it aside. Looks up at him.
“It was missing one thing.”
James raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”
Regulus hooks a finger in the collar of James’s shirt.
“This part,” he murmurs, pulling him down into a kiss. “The bit where we got to keep it.”
And James thinks—
Yeah. That never made it into the first draft. But it’s the best part of the story.