Some people buy a Harley during their midlife crisis. I stole a million dollar painting.
My life comes crashing down around me when my husband cheats on me with the secretary, then drains our bank accounts. Now I’m stuck with divorce papers, a dead end HR job, and a boring as hell existence that’s nothing but a haze of paperwork and getting drunk.
But everything changes when a small creature named Void falls out of the sky and tells me that I’m the only descendant of Veilwhisper, a legendary phantom thief who’s been stealing priceless, magical jewelry and artwork for centuries. So it’s up to me to take up Veilwhisper’s name, appearance, and powers and save innocents from magic they don’t understand.
There’s just one problem, though: Veilwhisper’s a guy. And I’m… not. Or at least I don’t think I am.
And there’s also the itty bitty issue of Silvershadow, a self-proclaimed rival thief who’s been getting on my last nerve—even if their kisses make my body burn and magic sing.
Add in that a nosy—if devastatingly attractive—detective has made it his life’s work to throw both of our asses in jail, and things have gotten incredibly complicated.
But there could be worse midlife crises, right?
