Happy freaking birthday to me.
Turning fifty is supposed to come with wisdom.Instead, I got hot flashes, gravity issues, and a sudden urge to yell at my own reflection.
But fine; it’s survivable, right? Aging happens.
What didn’t need to happen?
My boyfriend of two years dumped me.
Still survivable.
Then I discover my mother’s been sitting on a teeny-tiny secret for thirty-five years.
Surprise! I have a half-brother. Because apparently family trees are optional.
Annoying? Yes. Shocking? Absolutely.
Deadly? Well…
Before I can even process my newfound sibling situation, my long-lost brother shows up dead.
And guess who mystical fate, karmic justice, and the universe with a twisted sense of humor decide is the prime suspect?
Me.
Turns out magical justice doesn’t believe in due process.
It believes in swift justice.
It believes in deadly punishment.
And it definitely believes in ruining birthdays.
So yeah.
Fifty candles.
One corpse.
Zero alibis.
Happy. Freaking. Birthday.
Genre: Fantasy