No one expects their happily-ever-after to end at forty—but here I am one Prince Charming short of a fairytale.

Living back at Mom’s place with her and Gram is not how this ex district attorney intended to start the next chapter of her life, but I shouldn’t be surprised it’s where I ended up.

You see, my family is cursed. Literally.

At least that’s what both Gram and Mom claim. I’ve never given much thought to their ridiculous superstitions, but when three local patrons from my mom’s occult shop end up dead, even I’m a bit unnerved.

So, I decide to dive right into the crazy headfirst. And what I thought would be the end of my journey…may only be the beginning.

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.

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?

If there was one thing I’d learned over the last few months, it was that absolutely nothing lasted forever.

Which was probably why I’d been so surprised when Hunter announced he was staying in Portland. I couldn’t help but think, and hope, that it had something to do with me, a forty-year-old divorcee who was half witch and half fae.

Or maybe that was just a pipe dream.

Either way, a new hunk isn’t the only thing that’s changed in my life within the last forty-eight hours. For starters, I freed an elf from prison based solely on the fact that he knew my grandfather’s name. And then that elf promptly had some sort of magical heart attack, leaving me to wonder just what the heck is going on in the world of the fae.

I won’t have to wait too long to get answers, though. In fact, they’re coming at me more quickly than I can even think.

This far into my magical forty makeover, I thought I’d seen it all.

That I knew it all.

Boy, was I wrong.

After I’d found my Elven grandfather, Laslow, and brought him back to the human world, I was convinced that my life was on the upswing. Things with Hunter were good. Gram’s and mom were happy. And it seemed all the fires in my life had been put out.

I could’ve left well enough alone . . . but I still had lingering questions about the hate between the fae and the witches. They say knowing your history can give you the tools to shape your future. But when you creep into the past, you’re bound to find things you don’t like.

Especially with a past like mine.

I’d never belong anywhere as long as the two parts of me were enemies, so I decided it was time to completely shake things up and defeat the evil King Inueya of the fae world and reunite our lands.

Go big or go home, right?

So now, here I am, spandex and all, in a completely foreign world while I attempt to find the true ruler of the land of the fae. If only I could go back and tell my thirty-nine year-old self what sort of craziness she was about to dive into.

7 months, two worlds, and a long lost grandfather who looks like he should be my brother…

It’s been a wild ride.

And, knowing my life, it’s about to get wilder. After we overthrew the evil king of the fae world and put its rightful ruler back on the throne, Hunter and I discovered that we were stuck here. As in, the magical portal that was supposed to transfer us home has shut down, and not a soul knows how to kickstart it once more.

At least that gives my boyfriend and I some time to work on our slightly rocky, but fully loving, relationship. But our lovely time is hijacked by some tomfoolery- the kind I thought I’d left back on Earth.

What’s a girl to do but follow the lead?

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?

For most people, life slows down after forty. But for me? Not a chance in hell.

Instead, I got divorced, moved home, and went through ‘delayed’ magical puberty.

Discovering I was the only Fae-witch hybrid in existence was one heck of a reveal—but that was barely the beginning of revelations headed my way. Now, as my worlds collide, the council is more determined than ever to get rid of me, my family, and my allies.

But we won’t go down easily…

Because I’m going to get my mostly happily-ever-after no matter what it takes.

For better, for worse, or for dead.