Dear Fae, Don’t even THINK about attacking my castle. This science geek witch and her four magic-wielding men are about to get medieval on your ass.
I’m Maeve Crawford. For years I’ve had my future mathematically calculated down to the last detail; Leave my podunk Arizona town, graduate MIT, get into the space program, be the first woman on Mars, get a cat (not necessarily in this order).
Then fairies killed my parents and shot the whole plan to hell.
Now, I’ve inherited a real, honest-to-goodness English castle – complete with turrets, ramparts, and four gorgeous male tenants, who I’m totally not in love with.
Not at all.
It would be crazy to fall for four guys at once, even though they’re totally gorgeous and amazing and wonderful and kind.
But not as crazy as finding out I’m a witch. A week ago, I didn’t even believe magic existed, and now I’m up to my ears in spells and prophetic dreams and messages from the dead.
It turns out the five of us wield powerful magic that can banish the fae forever. They intend to stop us by killing us all.