Heels, Hexes and…Heirlooms?

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.