Growing up I was torn over wanting a fairy godmother to run to the rescue or having wild animals come help with housework. Both sound so good, right? But the animals come with their own issues (think mess). A fairy godmother is the perfect choice. She or He could help with so many things--like what to wear each day or help with dating.
Seriously though, wouldn't it be helpful to have someone who could solve world problems? They could have helped with fighting Covid and poverty. Sarah Vance-Tompkins has an amazing tale of one Fairy Godmother who had no idea she was one. I PUT A SPELL ON YOU is a bewitching tale sure to have you laughing aloud and wishing for your own Godmother.
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?
When I returned ‘THE FAIRY GODMOTHER’S RULEBOOK’ was open on my desk. No one was nearby, but the old velum pages were open to reveal a woodcut etching of a fairyland scene faced with a thin slice of tissue paper. In the etching a group of fairies floated above the ground in a circle around a regal-looking woman in a ball gown as they balanced a bejeweled tiara on her head.
I slammed the book shut and a cloud of glittering dust rose from the pages. The dust cloud made me woozy and gave me the sneezes. When I recovered from the sneezing fit, my ears itched like I had poison ivy.
If the old book had anything to do with Mom, I was allergic to it and its contents. I stuffed the book back into my tote under my desk. Best to be forgotten. As soon as possible. I didn’t have time for fairies, or fairy tales. I didn’t believe in them when I was a little girl, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to start now.
About the Author:
Sarah Vance-Tompkins received an MFA in Film Production from the University of Southern California, and went on to work in feature film development in Hollywood. Prior to film school, she wrote and produced radio and television commercials. She grew up on the shores of Lake Michigan, and now lives in Southern California with her husband and a glaring of unruly cats.
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