Jules Cavanaugh is settling nicely into her new Florida home and learning to use her magic, but with a power-hungry witch and wizard gunning for her, she feels like she's waiting for the other shoe to drop. Unfortunately for them, she's done letting other people dictate her future. Even though she's exhausted and battered from the first attack, the fate of the magical world rests on her shoulders. If nearly 50 years of life has taught her anything, it's that no matter how many aches and pains you have, life won't wait for the Advil to kick in.

When Jules Cavanaugh's husband dumps her for his annoyingly perky, midlife crisis, her empty nest suddenly feels like a not-so-gilded cage. Desperate to put it all behind her, she packs her bags, and heads to the bar in Coastal Florida that she'd inherited from her father, sight unseen, to start over. Once she gets there, all is sunshine and fruity cocktails, until she finds an odd, old book in a hidden safe, and a cryptic letter from her father. At first, she writes it off to his eccentricity - that is, until she accidentally summons a storm when her ex pushes her one step too far.

Thirty-nine was a fantastic year. I was married to the man I loved. I had a body that worked without creaking. My grandma, who raised me, was still healthy, and life was pretty damned good. But as they say, all good things come to an end. One year later, I’m a widow. My joints are starting to ache. Gram is in the nursing home, and dead people think my home is some kind of supernatural bed-and-breakfast. Gluing body parts onto semi-transparent people has become a side job - deceased people I’m not even sure are actually there.

Finding my husband in bed with another woman was not how I planned to start my day. Or homeless the next minute. And broke. So, when a job comes my way from The Twilight Hotel—a paranormal hotel in midtown Manhattan that serves as a sanctuary and residence—I take it. Cue in tattooed, sexy as sin, grumpy restaurant owner Valen who can’t do drama or high-maintenance women. The problem? He’s cruel and dangerous. And he’s hiding something.

My life was going just fine by most standards. I ran a successful business in a tight-knit magical community, and lived just blocks from a beautiful lake and series of hiking trails. Then Selene showed up. According to some magical code I inherit my aunt's ancient familiar; a grumpy ten-pound cat with a broken filter. She fancies herself something of a saber-toothed tiger, and claims to have wrestled the thread of her ninth life from the hands of the Fates themselves—although, I'm pretty sure that last part isn't true. Almost positive.