Honeymoons are supposed to be magical, not make you lose magical control.

Alaska is not as cold as Glacier, but it's the closest Topper can get to giving her new alien husband the perfect wedding gift. A sled dog ride through the falling snow was supposed to be both romantic and fun. 

And it was until she started exploding snow. 

Something very strange is happening to her magic and Topper doesn't know what. It better not be the Fates again, or they'll be eating fast food for the rest of their unnaturally long lives because she won't be cooking for them.

When an enemy from Stark's past hunts them down, she has no choice except to risk using her magic to save them both. Goddess help her. She can't lose the only male she's ever loved.