James is rarely afraid. He's traveled back to the fifteenth century - not just one, but twice now - and lived to tell the tale. The third trip will be for personal reasons, however, because he believes in his bones the perfect woman for him is back there somewhere, waiting for him. His only hope lies with a pair fo middle-aged Muir Witches running a tea shop in Edinburgh.

Phoebe is a hopeless klutz and an even more hopeless romantic. She's determined to reboot her life and hopes a trip to The Enchanted Tea Shop will help. Rumor has it the place is run by two honest to goodness witches who are dead-on when it comes to telling fortunes. And if they take her on, she's praying she won't trip and fall on the first step down a new road. As it happens, that new road she's dreaming of... Well, it's rather old.