Magical Midlife Madness (Leveling Up, #1)

by K.F. Breene

Midlife ladies did not crash. Not unless there was a lot of wine involved and a rogue set of stairs jumped in front of her.

the super-old-yet-never-seemed-to-die Great Uncle Earl.

A tall, gangly man with more wrinkles than hair

my name is Earl, yes. You may call me Tom.”

For so long, life had been on autopilot—wake up, be domestic, go to sleep. Those chains had finally been broken.

Strength and vitality were lost on the young. They simply didn’t know what to do with it. They charged through doors and stuck people with knives and chased creatures with silver-tipped arrows, and at the end of it all, they didn’t learn a damned thing. Not one thing. Give all that strength and vitality to someone with intelligence and experience? Well. Now you had something.

You started it, and I plan on finishing it. That’s just responsible fighting.

I don’t want someone else’s money. I want their time. Their good moods. Their jokes. Their companionship. I don’t want a cupboard full of silver and gold, I just need enough to get by and great people around me.”

The cabin was his sanctuary, a place where he could be physically alone instead of just emotionally alone