Destiny of a Middle-aged Witch

Seven months ago, goddess magic allowed me, the very human Marigold Everlee, to have a couple of sizzling nights with the very paranormal Zev. He was tall, dark, and smoking hot. Literally. He's an ifrit-a fire-magic-wielding djinn. Spoiler alert: When the goddess magic poofed-so did Zev. Yeah. I was ghosted after he promised me, he'd be back. His disappearance turned my heart to ash. But you know what? I'm middle-aged and marvelous. Crying over spilled magic isn't going to change what happened to my one-sided love connection. I have new aspirations: being the best bad-ass witch possible. My new bestie is teaching me the ways of eclectic magic, and I'm throwing all my energy into the process. I've always been a little hippy-dippy, so using my crystals and herbs for spell work should come naturally to me, right? Wrong. Just when I think I'm getting the hang of potions, a fire spell blows up in my face, leaving a cryptic message scorched into my cabinets. From Zev. It seems Zev didn't want to disappear after all. I may be a magical mess, but no one gets away with hurting the people I love. Watch out, world. This girl is on fire. Get out of the way or get burned.