I'm Maeve Crawford, and I always had a plan: flee my podunk hometown, go to MIT, get into the space program, be the first woman on Mars, adopt a cat (not necessarily in this order).

Then fairies killed my parents and shot the whole plan to hell.

Now, I've inherited a real, honest-to-goodness English castle – complete with turrets, ramparts, and a portal to the fae realm at the bottom of the garden. Oh, and four gorgeous male tenants, who I'm definitely not falling in love with.

Not at all.

It would be crazy to fall for four guys at once, even though they're gorgeous, amazing, wonderful, and kind.

But not as crazy as discovering I'm a witch. A week ago, I didn't even believe magic existed, and now I'm up to my ears in spells, prophetic dreams, and rogue fae.

I can't science my way out of this mess.

Forget NASA, it's going to take all my smarts just to survive Briarwood Castle.