Now I feel like I should be walking around splitting my fingers and saying “Peace, live long, and prosper.” But this isn’t science fiction. This is my life and apparently, I’m Fae. I thought I was having a midlife crisis when I left my husband and ran off with a guy twenty years younger than me. Turns out he wasn’t twenty years younger than me; he was like five-hundred years older and a fae who wanted me to “wake up to who I really am.” Like that was his decision to make. Regardless, it’s too late now. I ran away to Cougar Creek Coven, which has gained a reputation as a haven for us middle aged mavens who are just discovering our magical roots and kicking butt along the way. And suddenly I realized, I’d been waiting my whole life for this. Save the world. Get the guy. And look smoking hot doing it. Despite the pointy ears, it’s good to be fae.