What would happen if one day you woke up with wings? I think I would see if I could fly first. What if you found out that you were a fairy godmother? I would probably see if I could do magic. Maybe see if I could poof away a few pounds.
But what if you found out it was your job to make other people's happily ever afters happen? Would you give up everything you knew? Sarah Vance-Tompkins has written a fun adventure of one young woman who has to figure just that out, and quickly! New Release- I PUT A SPELL ON YOU will have you laughing aloud as you turn the pages to read about the heroine's next antic.
A novice fairy godmother falls in love with Prince Charming. What could possibly go wrong?
AVIANA WILLOWBROOK has no idea that her mother is a living legend until the day the tattered old copy of "The Fairy Godmother's Rulebook" arrives in the mail on her twenty-first birthday. Estranged from her mom, and living in Beverly Hills with her father, her stepmother and two super-achieving stepsisters, Aviana is unhappy and directionless.
Hotel heir and tech billionaire, NASH NOLAN doesn’t know Aviana exists until the day she transforms into a fairy godmother. The chick with the phobia about being pecked to death by a pack of winged creatures suddenly has a pair of unruly wings of her own to deal with. As if that isn’t enough, Aviana's first assignment is to spark a romance between her wicked stepsister and the tall and handsome tech billionaire who’s been her crush forever.
Will Aviana use her powers to help her wicked stepsister find happiness, or will she use her pixie dust to make sure Nash is destined to be hers?
The next time I stirred the house was still and dark. The Fairy Godmother’s Rulebook was open next to me on the sofa. Mesmerized by the pattern of lights dancing across the ceiling from the pool in the backyard. I came to the dawning realization I wasn’t alone. Someone was in the house with me.
Maybe I was dreaming, but every time I came to full consciousness I had the terrifying feeling of being watched. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t. It was as if I’d lost the use of my limbs. I drifted in and out of sleep. Then a shadow moved over me and soft hands brushed against my face. I couldn’t move and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make a sound.
“Look at her ears,” a man said in a hissing whisper.
“She’s almost reached full maturity,” a woman whispered in response.
A pair of hands gently pushed my hair back over my shoulders. A hand lightly touched the skin on my back, gently moving over the raw, bumpy skin protruding out of the middle of my back.
“She’s fledgling. It won’t be long now,” a woman’s voice whispered. “No more than forty-eight hours.”
I struggled to become fully awake, but couldn’t move. It was as if I was drugged. I laid on the sofa paralyzed with terror and fear until I slipped back to sleep.
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