Midlife Demigod Unexpected

Seriously? I’m forty-five years old and my parents finally tell me I’m adopted. I’m way too old for this.

I ignored it for like six months, but then suddenly weird stuff starts happening around me. And I don’t mean menopause stuff. Like I can’t hold my liquor anymore and everyone wants to party all the time whenever they’re around me. I used to be able to drink a keg and not feel anything more than a light buzz. So, I start digging around, and apparently, I was adopted in Cougar Creek, but when I get to the adoption agency, I’m in...

Seriously? I’m forty-five years old and my parents finally tell me I’m adopted. I’m way too old for this.

I ignored it for like six months, but then suddenly weird stuff starts happening around me. And I don’t mean menopause stuff. Like I can’t hold my liquor anymore and everyone wants to party all the time whenever they’re around me. I used to be able to drink a keg and not feel anything more than a light buzz. So, I start digging around, and apparently, I was adopted in Cougar Creek, but when I get to the adoption agency, I’m in for a lot more than I bargained for. My birth mom is a local witch, like what?! And my dad was a God. Bacchus to be exact. Facepalm. Of all the Gods in all the world, my mom had to hook up with the God of alcohol and turning things into gold? My mom’s coven takes me in, but the conditions are pretty fierce. I have to use my powers for good. Not evil. At my age, you’d think that decision would be easier to make, but I suddenly feel free of my past life and I’m ready to embrace this new one. Especially if I get to kick butt and avoid night sweats. I’m so going to rock this mid-life crisis.