So apparently my mother was a witch. And not just a witch, but a witch who converted poor. My poor, sweet, normal dad desired me to truly have a good college experience. Instead I get yourself a magical offer I actually can’t refuse, in the world’s most top notch school for warlocks.

Warlocks. Such as guy witches.

Despite the fact that I certainly have lady parts, in some way I finished up at a warlock school to learn the gentlemanly arts (which certainly are a lot more badass than, ahem, lady magic). Did I mention the witch globe is stuck in about The Fairer Hex the 19th century? Unmarried witches and warlocks hardly see one another outside of society balls, which are still a thing.

My existence here breaks all the guidelines. Am I here for the proper factors? Or am I the pawn designed to destroy the very world I’m starting to like? When my magic demonstrates more powerful than anyone expects, and the school is attacked by a demon, I’ll need help from your four gorgeous marvelous men who are prepared to break several rules beside me. They’re each forbidden if you ask me in their own way, and the greatest threat of all may not be demons, but falling for them. Most of them.

Contains mature themes.