Dead witches don’t lie… but they do keep secrets.
When an enchanted ring sends Lexi Balefire hurtling into the past, she’s not sure if she’s starring in a rom-com, a time travel adventure, or a Hallmark movie with a supernatural twist. But one thing’s for sure—being a witch is even cooler than she thought. The god part of her heritage? Not so much.
Lexi’s swoon-worthy rocker boyfriend, Kin Clark, nearly died helping her retrieve Cupid’s Bow of Destiny—the legendary weapon once wielded by her absentee father, the god of love himself. And now? It’s nothing more than a magical paperweight with an attitude, blasting show tunes and whispering cryptic warnings like it’s got something to prove. Armed with a magical compass and a growing list of questions, Lexi sets out to repair the bow and reclaim its power before time runs out.
But hindsight isn’t 20/20—not even when you’re there to watch it unfold firsthand. And tugging on the threads of the past is unraveling far more than she bargained for. What Lexi uncovers about her so-called wicked legacy—and her father’s true role in it—could change everything she thought she knew about love, magic, fate… and herself.
Meanwhile, back in the present, Serena Snodgrass is stirring up trouble—again. Convinced Lexi’s trainwreck of a half-brother is her soulmate, Serena is hell-bent on “rescuing” Jett from his banishment to the Faelands. Lexi doesn’t get it. He’s not lost—he’s just Jett. But convincing Serena of that? Easier said than done. And now, it’s game on.
Through it all, Kin stays by Lexi’s side—patient, steady, and way too good for the chaos she’s dragging him through. She’s determined to hold on to the one thing in her life that isn’t bound by magic… if fate would just cut her a break. But as the pressure builds, so do the doubts. Kin has been patient, but with secrets piling up and danger closing in, Lexi wonders if love—even the fated kind—can survive the mess she’s made.
With the Bow of Destiny whispering secrets she isn’t ready to hear, Lexi’s learning that the threads of fate aren’t so easily mended—and some knots, no matter how much you pull, refuse to come undone.
