There's no saying Bye-Bye to this Banshee…

Weeks ago, I was seconds away from calling an exorcist to deal with my ghostly squatter; but as it turned out, she was actually here to help.

Now, my Banshee has gone from 'uninvited guest' to 'tour guide' because she's coming to take Shade and me into the Realm of Souls.

And why are we going there?

Turns out that's where Shade's brother, the Witch King, is being held—and of course, my magic is the only thing that can set him free.

But surviving the barren hell that is the Soul Realm is a whole other ballgame.

And even with all the training I'm being given and my bracelet pumping magical steroids into my skin, I'm still not sure I'm ready to face this.

But I don't have time to develop a backup plan, because if I stay too long in the Realm of Souls...

I can't come back.

When I said I wanted an adventure, maybe I should’ve been a bit clearer…

See, I imaged a Harry Potter or Disney-style adventure. You know, the kind that comes with plenty of fun, romance, and the promise of a happy ending.

Instead, my adventure is looking like something out of Game of Thrones.

My Shade-filled dreams have been replaced with a recurring nightmare, and there’s a random Banshee seemingly haunting mine and Willa’s house.

Just when I think nothing else could happen, Shade literally drops through my roof with not-so-good news.

The King Collector is here.

And it turns out, this time, he’s coming for Willa and me…

Here we go again... She's forty. Single. And Accidentally Magical!

Ever since that fateful knock weeks ago, I expected life to suddenly be brimming with adventure and magic…

Yet here I am, changing my cat’s litter and flossing like nothing ever happened.

I mean, my best friend is a Fae princess, and there’s a magical bracelet fused to my body for goodness sakes! Shouldn’t something be different?!?

But aside from playing mediator in my pet’s arguments (which they have far too often), life is pretty, well, boring again. And the only action I’m seeing is in my dreams with my favorite brooding Coven leader.

I know, I know.

I should be careful what I wish for, but as they say, you can’t fight human nature.

But maybe I should’ve? Because I seem to have forgotten that adventure—and danger—go hand in hand.

And when that second fateful knock finally does come, it brings more adventure than I could’ve ever bargained for…

I’m not supposed to be some storybook heroine who’s all gung-ho about justice and saving the world and blah, blah, blah.

And yet… somehow I’ve ended up in this position.

It was completely by accident, of course, but now it’s up to me and my band of halflings, plus my elven grandpa and an ex-hunter, to restore the Veil between the worlds to its prior state.

Really, I’m just desperate to get home to Portland, where I can hug Mom and Grams, have a hot cup of coffee, and eat a pizza again.

The only problem? The secret to our little border issue lie in the middle of a mountain that just happens to be surrounded by evil and monsters. This should be a piece of cake, right?

I finally had some answers. Except those answers only led to more questions. And the first question on my mind?

Were there any other halflings in existence?

Between Hunter’s bond with the Council, his orders to kill me, and the immense growth in my magical powers, I’d hardly had time to explore that possibility.

But I needed to. I needed to know if there was anyone else like me out there, and I needed to know now. The only problem was that when I got my wish, well…

Let’s just say things didn’t quite turn out the way I had expected. Then again, when did they ever?

I thought my life was over at forty. Turns out, it had only just begun . . .

There’s nothing like experiencing delayed ‘magical-puberty’ at midlife, but that’s where I am. One world-altering secret revealed and my safety bubble snapped into thin air.

Discovering I’m the next descendant in a long line of witches was eventful enough, but it’s nothing compared to finding out that I’m also the only half-fae-hybrid in existence.

At least it got my mind off my divorce.

Now, with my newfound abilities, the impossible seems possible and the world around me has come to life in ways I never imagined.

But with every new blessing, there comes a curse.

The Fae don’t like me.

The Hunter’s Council is searching for me.

And my sometimes-enemy, sometimes-crush, Hunter, has disappeared.

I’m not sure I’m ready for what’s coming, but I’ll be damned if I let the next chapter in my life, be a short one.

Forty. Single. And about to become Accidentally Magical…

Up until twenty-four hours ago, my life was the definition of basic.

And that’s okay, because I was happy with my simple existence; co-running the Lustrous Bean, a bookstore café near the beach with my best friend, Willa. But when a small mix-up has my entire world going topsy-turvy, I’m realizing that nothing in life is ever as simple as it seems.

Now, it turns out that my best friend is a Fae princess on the run, my cat is a British tyrant, and my dog has the vocabulary of a three-year-old.
Yes, vocabulary.

Add in a pair of Fae henchmen and a wickedly handsome coven leader, and I’m starting to think I drank a bad bottle of wine. So how does a regular girl become the center of a magical world? You’re about to find out…