Turning forty is less Witches of Eastwick and more Black Widow. Go figure. I've always known I was adopted. It never mattered much...until my birth mother died. I inherited a new power from the mysterious woman. But now she’s dead and I, despite the fact that I have exactly zero training, I’m the next time-traveling assassin. Don’t get excited. The job sounds glamorous, but it comes with a huge learning curve and plenty of mishaps. Then there’s having to actually assassinate people. That part sucks. It could be worse. I could still be working retail.

Going back to the eighties as an adult is going to be fun… But it isn't all leg warmers and boom boxes. As a time-traveling witch and assassin, I have a job to do. Catch the rogue travelers and stop them from creating havoc with the timelines. With danger lurking around every corner, I’ve got to be careful. I may have found a new lease of life in my job for the agency, but that doesn't mean my body works like a twenty-year-old's would, and I still have no idea how all of my magic works. So, that’s fun. At least I have my fae dragon, Fred, and a somewhat-friendly handler, Artie, who can help me uncover the secrets of my past. It could be worse. I could have a first date to be nervous about. Oh, wait. I do. Remember Cheesecake? Yeah, that’s happening.