A sneeze that set my world on fire. A Fae King that sets my heart ablaze. Wyvern Worshippers that want me dead. Middle age should come with a warning label.
At my age, I thought my biggest worry would be finding reading glasses that didn’t make me look like a librarian.
Turns out, accidentally incinerating my coffee shop with a sneeze was just the beginning.
Now I’ve got exploding Fireballs I can’t control, a devastatingly gorgeous Fae King I want to have my wicked way with, and a psychotic cult hunting me like I’m the last slice of pizza at a PTA meeting.
Did I mention I am meant for greatness, but no one knows what that greatness is? Well, apparently, being the eldest Dragon Queen in existence and being unMated does not a prophecy fulfill.
Some women get hot flashes. I get death threats and a legendary romance. I guess it’s true, you can’t have it all, but I can d@mn sure try.
