Can this Fairy Godmother help him correct his really bad choices?
Guys and Godmothers book 2
When Fairy Godmother Lilly Bloom gets her latest assignment, the rules send her into a minor panic attack. She must bring two people together—using as little magic as possible. And these two have their own special problems.
Including some really bad judgment.
Photographer Bruce Matthews has finally found someone who really, really gets him. He and Greta like the same things, laugh at the same jokes. There’s just one thing—he’s never actually seen her face to face. Her social media profile bears no picture.
Much as Greta Vandecall yearns to leave her small town and meet her online prince charming, secrets chain her to the past and force her to hide her face from the world. Secrets she knows would destroy the friendship she values most.
A steampunk convention seems to be the perfect way to meet face to mask. And in the excitement of the moment they connect in a very warm, real way. But cold, hard reality isn’t far behind.
And if Lilly fails, this time she’ll lose her fairy godmother status. For good.
Series Order
Guys and Godmothers and Mythicals of Avalon:
- Magic Under His Nose
- Magic Right Before His Eyes
- Magic That's Just His Taste
- Saving Her Destiny
- Guarding Her Secret
Excerpt
After drinks with fellow Fairy Godmothers Christy A. Molar and Avalynn Fay, Lilly Bloom flew to her home in the Fairy Realm, her golden yellow sparkles shedding off her like cat hair. The Fairy Realm, the same plane as Mount Olympus and the gods and goddesses, glistened and shimmered in the evening sky. Little plain square houses lined the rows.
As Lilly flew by, she waved at some neighboring forest nymphs—their little houses sculpted to resemble trees. She smiled as though she didn’t have a care in the world.
Hopefully her smile hid the trepidation in her gut at her latest assignment.
She turned a corner, seeing her home in the distance. As she closed in, a flash of orange glitter made her jump.
Two fairies—one a tooth fairy, the other another godmother—swirled and flew around one another, lost in their own moment.
Their loving moment.
Lilly’s heart lurched, and a pang of jealousy crept up as she watched them.
She wanted that.
So badly, she wanted that.
Always a good Fairy Godmother, Lilly could bring humans together to find their love match.
She couldn’t, though, for the life of her, find her own.
Of course, it didn’t help that she constantly worked—on top of her Fairy Godmother cases with her trio—repairing the damage done in Cupid Cases for the Council. Her boss Andres kept her hopping, actually, Cupid did. Cupid’s minions fired their arrows in everyone, regardless of the circumstances, breaking their free will and making them fall in love.
As a result, the poor humans had their lives turned upside down, and it was up to Fairy Godmothers to fix the messes.
But tonight wasn’t about fixing Cupid Cases. Lilly got to take on a new trio with her fellow Fairy Godmothers. So tonight, she celebrated with them, thankful to not be on a Cupid Case, for once.
Everyone giggled and laughed and planned how they would handle their new assignments. Of course, Christy was excited. This would be her last one and then she would retire— something she and her husband have been looking forward to for decades. Ava, the youngest in their trio by over a hundred years, grinned the whole time they discussed the rules.
Because there were rules this time.
Christy had decided, not only were they all to have boys for their charges—a completely unheard of situation—they could only use the least amount of magic possible.
And Lilly rather liked using her magic. Heck, she sneezed magic. How in the world would she bring two people together without it?
So she smiled and giggled and laughed with her friends, not showing any of the panic welling inside her since she agreed to this, saving all the worry until she left.
What in the world would she do?
She wanted to crawl into her bed and pull the covers over her head and hide. Not being able to use magic scared her more than a dozen Cupid Cases.
Nothing looked more welcoming than her home, covered with an overabundance of yellow gold magic dust everywhere.
Reaching her door, she waved her wand in an attempt to gather some of her lost sparkles, but it did no good.
Some fairies had no problems with shedding sparkles. Lilly did. Perhaps she was too twitchy?
The appearance of her home could morph into anything she wanted. Some fairies changed the style depending on mood. Lilly, though, preferred a design that remained the same—day in and day out.
Oh, she’d tried changing it, but it rarely worked out like she liked. Or maybe she didn’t like change.
The plain white walls morphed into their usual appearance—large, plush furniture in earthy colors, big bouquets of flowers in their heavy, shatter-proof vases—because, let’s face it, Lilly was a bit of a klutz. Though in the far corner was the thing she yearned for the most.
Her bed.
Super soft, filled with the best feathers, the bed cradled her every time she climbed in it. She flung her dress in the air and it flew into the armoire in the corner, neat, pressed, cleaned and ready to go.
She ran her fingers through her hair and the curls loosened, then sprang back into their usual spiral. She swirled magic around her, and the little sparkles tickled her skin from toe to the tip-top of her wings… Ahh, clean and fresh. After she snapped her finger, her wand evaporated into the air for safekeeping.
Now, time for the luxury. She headed over to her bed and pulled back the thin sheet. She sighed as she slid in, and the comfort of the bed enveloped her.
Rolling onto her side, she stretched her wings, letting them flutter before they settled. She ran her hands over her stomach and across her chest, feeling the texture of her skin. With a stroke, she drew a line in the gold on her arm, showing her flesh underneath the abundance of dusty glitter. While the fairies wore clothes most of the time, the one benefit Lilly had—being single—was she could strip naked and wander nude around her home as much as she wanted to.
Being naked felt so free.
Nonetheless, she didn’t have time to savor the sensation. After she snapped her fingers, her wand appeared in her hand.
She had work to do.
Getting situated, she rolled onto her stomach, tucked her pillow under her chest, and propped herself onto her elbows. With a stroke of her wand, a picture framed with golden fog around the edges materialized.
The bar appeared where the three charges had been.
“I guess they are still partying.” She watched her charge, Bruce Matthews, drink with his friends. And check his cell phone.
After receiving the assignment, she really should go to her charge and make sure he was protected. As soon as Cupid got wind of this, he would be front and center, trying to cause all sorts of problems.
But surely her charge wouldn’t get into trouble tonight, would he? Even Cupid’s sources couldn’t be that on top of things. After all, the minions were diaper-wearing toddlers. They weren’t known for their sharp wit.
She waved her wand again as she half listened to Bruce’s conversation with the other man, Jason—the one Ava had been assigned to.
A file folder appeared and Lilly began to peruse Bruce’s life. While Christy and Ava didn’t always go through the files, Lilly did before she attempted anything.
Something in the files always helped.
The men chatted about some ball game while she read about Bruce’s background. Basic stuff, really. Parents married and divorced several times, each. Trust issues, right there. A sister who didn’t want to marry at all. More trust issues around him.
Good to know.
Owns a dog, and it’s his longest-standing relationship—ten years.
“Wow,” Lilly muttered, brushing some gold dust off the page. “He really doesn’t keep people around for very long.”
And then she turned the page to the potential Happily Ever Afters.
With any case file, there were always multiple HEAs—several people who would be perfect choices for the charge. Part of the Fairy Godmother gig, fairies couldn’t make the charge do anything against their free will. Hence several potential choices for the Fairy Godmothers to work through, to make sure the charge got exactly what they needed.
And wanted.
So Lilly perused the page, and started to choke.
Only one listed HEA.
“What in the world is this?” She tapped her wand against the page a couple of times.
Nope, nothing.
“Only one HEA? How is that possible?” It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t be. What if they got into a fight? What if they hated each other?
And it was an orange HEA. Meaning they’d never met.
Lilly’s heart pounded. “How in the world am I going to pull this off?” And then Christy’s little rule popped in her head.
With the least amount of magic possible.
Her worry turned to full-on panic.
Lilly sat up, her hand against her heart. “It’s not possible. I can’t do it without magic, not when they haven’t met!”
“You are correct, this is an impossible challenge, and you were a fool to take it on.”
Lilly screamed, pulling the sheet over her breasts.
A man had materialized in her home and his gaze ran over her, in a most inappropriate way.
“Lilly, please, enough of that.” He waved his arm.
Lilly sat up straighter, realizing who had come in. Not any fairy could materialize in another fairy’s house. There were laws, of course.
But Council members could. Though they weren’t supposed to look at her like that—and such a look shouldn’t be giving her such rumblies in her tummy.
Especially him.
“Andres, what are you doing here?” She held the sheet firmly in place. Andres Vinka, one of the head Councilmen who reported to Jupiter—the leader of the Roman gods—about Fairy business, did not pop in on anyone.
Especially not her.
The only time Lilly ever wondered if Andres knew she existed was when he yelled at her for not performing exactly right on a case.
Which happened more often than not.
Though he never looked at her like that…
“I am going to do you a favor, Lilly. I am going to relinquish you from this horrible charge.”
He couldn’t do that, could he? Lilly may have been worried, even terrified, but she had never quit on any charge, and never would. Even if she lost the bet, she wasn’t a quitter.
“He’s not horrible. He’s, well, a boy.”
Andres walked around the display image. “Oh really?” The image followed Bruce, and Andres stroked the edge, panning it out more to reveal who Bruce spoke to.
* * *
“Really, man I need a favor,” Bruce said to Jason.
“What’s up, man?” Jason asked.
Bruce looked over his shoulder, then back at Jason. “I need you to find someone.”
Jason raised his eyebrow.
“I’ve been talking to her on Facebook for a while now. I think she’s gotta be super hot, you know? She’s really cool and into the stuff I like.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “Lord, there’s another one of you?”
“Knock it off.” Bruce grimaced at his friend. “She’s really cool. But she won’t post any pictures of herself on Facebook. I’ve asked her over and over. She won’t do it.”
“You do realize this sounds highly unethical.”
“I don’t want naked pictures. I want to see her face.”
Jason sighed. “She has a reason for not sharing the pictures, dude.”
“It can’t be that bad.”
“She’s fat.”
“So?” Bruce said.
Jason raised his eyebrow again. “This from the guy who spends all day long with models.”
“And they’re all bitches. Trust me on this. I have to know, man. I have to know what she looks like. Why she’s hiding.”
Jason stared him. “You’re serious.”
“Very. I’ll pay you whatever you want.”
Jason shrugged. “Email me what you have, and I’ll see what I can find.”
* * *
Lilly’s jaw dropped, and probably would have rolled across the floor.
“He is not a good person, Lilly.” Andres waved his hand to collapse the image.
“Who would do that?” Lilly whispered, disgusted.
“Your charge.” Andres crossed his arms.
Lilly glanced at the file she’d been reading. Nothing in it said anything about him being so deceitful and sneaky.
“Now, I can release you from him, if you will—”
“No,” Lilly said, not looking at Andres. She stared at the file, looking for something she might have missed.
“What?”
“No.” Lilly stood up, pulling the sheet with her to keep things covered. “I took this, I will not quit.”
“You cannot bring someone like that a HEA. He does not deserve it.”
Lilly stood straighter. “Andres, what do we do? We Fairy Godmothers bring happiness to those who ask. He asked for help. I heard him. I will not give up because of this.”
“You will not succeed.”
She raised her eyebrow. “I can do this.”
Andres waved his hand around the house. “You cannot have glass vases because you shatter them, Lilly. What makes you think a klutz like you can save someone like that?”
“Because I am a good Fairy Godmother!”
Andres’s shoulders drooped. “I know you are. I do not want to see you getting a blotch on your record.”
She gritted her teeth together. “I won’t.”
“If you need me, you know how to reach me.”
“Thanks. Now you can leave.”
Andres disappeared.
“Ohh… I am going to punch him straight in that handsome face of his!” Lilly muttered. It didn’t matter how he’d made her tummy flip-flop like that. “How dare he! I can handle anything this guy’s got going on…”
She looked back at the files. And swallowed. “I can make this work. I can.”
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