I never expected I’d be one of those people who had a midlife crisis. Sure, I’m over forty, and married, but my kids are grown and moved out. Life is steady, if predictably boring.

That all changes when my husband asks for a divorce and my whole world crashes. Everything I thought I knew, everything I am, gone in an instant.
But I am not about to give up. After all, at my age, technically, I’m only halfway there.

I am ready to tackle my do-over; my chance to become the me I’ve always dreamed of. Starting with moving into my late grandma’s cottage and adopting a new kitten.

However, my new life is a little odder than expected. Old books suddenly appearing in my house. Neighbours going missing. A supposed lake monster, and a strange man who likes to skulk around with an axe.

I’m going to need to lean on my friends, new and old, to help me navigate my midlife crisis. Together maybe we will find a way to beat the family curse ruining my second chance at life.

I am officially a divorcee who is muddling through a midlife crisis. As if being single in my forties isn’t traumatizing enough, my ex tried to kill me, my best friend thinks orcs are coming after us, the town is convinced I’m a witch, and my daughter moved back in with me.
These last few months have been a hectic ride, and the fun isn’t over yet. I’m in dire need of a job, so the smart thing would be to apply for some mind-numbing work. Something easy where all you have to do is show up. The bills must be paid.
Instead, I’ve decided to go out on a scary limb and open my own shop.
What was I thinking?
As if I am not stressing enough, I am having a string of horrid luck. Attempted murder. Assault. Vandalism. Someone is trying to mess up my life.
And I’m so done with it.
I’ve been given a second chance. I am on my way to becoming a happier, healthier me, and I am not letting anyone screw that up.
But what am I supposed to do when the line between reality and the impossible starts to blur? Do I see a doctor for medication or begin to accept that, just maybe, magic does exist? And would somebody please find my ex-husband? He’s escaped jail and is apparently threatening to kill me again.
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