When life goes sideways, embracing the adventure is the fastest way to set things right.
One day I was just a widow facing the prospect of an empty nest, living a life that was anything but enchanted. The next, I had discovered my magical roots, and my rightful place as the Guardian of the portal between the Faery and Earth.
There was shock. And there was fear. After all, no one plans to start over at forty-five. I intended to grow old with my husband. I thought we’d live an ordinary life. So I’ll be damned if I’m going to waste this opportunity to live in a world I always thought was imaginary.
I’m half-witch, half-faery, and facing dangers as real as the ache in my bad knee. Ibuprofen and caffeine keep me going, and I could do this for the rest of my life. Whoever thinks my family home is an easy mark better take notice: the new Guardian in town isn’t going down without a fight.
After all, she’s already learned to let go of her simple existence and believe in the extraordinary power inside of her. What could possibly stop her now?
Being the Guardian isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. My new life is weird and hard. Think magic comes easy to those who wield it? Think again! I’m more likely to blow something up than shield
As dark Fae make their way through the portal and my best friend’s children are kidnapped, it’s time for me to learn how to cast a location spell. Problem is, before I can start I’m pulled through the portal and left stranded in the Fae realm. I have no choice but to pull up my granny panties and figure this out. Everyone I love needs me.
Now I'm desperate for help. Lost in the Fae realm, I’m forced to seek it in a place where my enemies rule with an iron fist. My new trainer is powerful, patient, and very unexpected. The exact opposite of Sebastian. And even if they’re both extremely good looking, I don’t have time for an alpha male showdown over the rights to my affections. An evil entity is stalking supernaturals in Cottlehill Wilds, and I need to get back through the portal to help Violet find her kids.
Turns out, learning my magic is the least of my problems.
Rumor has it that midlife is for drinking wine, traveling, and discovering the joy of life. But there's no rest for the wicked. Or for a Fae-witch hybrid like myself.
Danger follows me everywhere - even to the grocery store - as the evil entity continues to stalk supernaturals in Cottlehill Wilds. But I barely have time to worry about that now that the Fae Queen is dead.
My bad. No, seriously. I let my power loose and it took over.
Leaving Grams behind to return to Eidothea and fight a war wasn't exactly in my plans. As usual, I'm totally clueless. At least I have my orthotic inserts to keep me on my feet and Sebastian and his irresistible kisses to lift my spirits when things go wrong.
And let's face it: things are going to go wrong.
Just because I can cast a spell without burning off my eyebrows now doesn't mean I can survive giant trolls, bogharts, or the insane Fae King. And since my best friends refuse to let me face this battle alone, the stress of saving the realm and the people I love most in both worlds is threatening to turn me prematurely grey.
Sometimes being the Guardian really sucks.
There's no magic in any realm that can fix this mess. I've just got to dig in and get to
One day I'm fighting beside my best friends in the Fae realm, and the next I can't light a candle without burning down my house.
I always thought witches weren't supposed to have hot flashes unless we were
But then the day came when I discovered that I'm cursed.
Well, the pandering ex and the nearly-empty nest would be bad enough on their own.
But did I mention the demonic assassin who's set his sights on me too?
I told you, I'm cursed.
I'm also done with letting life just happen to me. Nothing has been the same in Cottlehill Wilds since my best friend Fiona showed up. Me included.
Fate better stand up and take notice. This witch is just getting better with age.
At forty-four, I know who I am. I have what it takes to fix my wild magic, deal with this killer demon, and save the supernaturals who call my small English town home.
And I can do it all despite the wild magical flares, the stray chin hair, and my new wrinkle.