This veteran Fairy Godmother thought boys would be easier. Was she ever wrong!
Guys and Godmothers Book 1
Christy normally deals with girls in her fairy godmother gig, but ready for a challenge, she decides this time, to take on a boy.
Helping Roark Turner find his perfect girl certainly wouldn’t be a challenge for a veteran fairy godmother.
Especially one about to retire. Even with as little magic as possible.
After all, Roark’s perfect match is his best friend Stephanie Bowers—best friends since kindergarten. It should have been easy.
But Cupid starts shooting arrows into Roark, forcing the mortal to fall in love, and bending his will.
Christy must get Roark and Stephanie together without changing either of their free will, ruining her perfect record, and thwart Cupid’s meddling, or she’ll never get her own Happily Ever After.
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
Christy A. Molar stretched as she relaxed in her chair, then waved her magic wand. Glittery cerulean sparkles burst from the tip, and a little ottoman appeared under her tired feet. She softly opened and closed her translucent blue wings as she adjusted her legs, making herself comfortable. Then, with a flicker of her wand, a table appeared next to her, complete with a tall margarita.
She scooped up the glass and licked a bit of salt off the rim before sipping on the lime concoction.
She took a deep breath. Her friends were late. Almost. One would be appearing…
Lilly Bloom burst into the room, a wave of yellow sparkles all around her, her strawberry-blonde curls sticking out in all directions, like she’d been caught in a wind tunnel on her way.
“Am I late?” she asked, panting as she waved her wand—yellow dust flitting everywhere—and her own chair, a chaise lounge with no back, appeared. She dropped on it, an exasperated sigh coming out as she materialized her own cocktail—a strawberry daiquiri—and took a sip.
If she were wearing a stola, she would have looked like she belonged at a formal gathering on Mount Olympus. Minus the wings, of course.
“Not yet,” Christy replied with a grin, pleased some things never change. “You are only late if Ava beats you.” They were an odd set—Christy was always early, Lilly managed to appear exactly on time, and Ava had always been fashionably late. But after as many years as they had known one another, they had learned to live with each other’s quirks.
One had to, when immortal.
Lilly smiled. “I was hung up by the Council.” She brushed a curl out of her eyes. “I couldn’t get Andres to let me go.” She fluttered her yellow wings, sending more yellow dust into the air.
“What is it this time?” Christy asked. Andres was a Council member, and technically their boss. For the most part, Christy found him a fair guy, but he always seemed to drive Lilly nuts.
“Cupid,” Lilly said with a sigh. “He’s gone and released his minions on Hollywood again.”
Christy groaned. “I cannot believe even Zeus himself—”
“Shh, don’t call him that! You know how upset Jupiter gets when we call him his Greek name,” Lilly said.
Christy rolled her eyes. “So particular. Anyway, I cannot believe even Jupiter will not discipline that—that—”
“Asshole,” Ava added just as she appeared in the room.
“Ava,” Christy chided.
Ava shrugged. “I call it like I see it.” She ran her hands through her auburn hair, making rose dust fall everywhere. She fluttered her delicate, half-rose, half-pink wings, and Christy, after all this time, still found the contrast startling. Nothing about Ava was sweet and pretty. If it wasn’t for her wings, Ava would look like she’d stepped off the back of some biker’s motorcycle. Even a hundred years ago, when all the women wore dresses, Ava wore pants and boots. Her rosy red wings clashed with her black leather suit.
Lilly giggled, her cheeks blushing. “Cupid certainly is a pain. There have been four new celebrity engagements already, and one quicky marriage.”
“Not Katy Perry again,” Christy asked.
“No,” Lilly replied. “But the repair assignments are already in the system.”
Ava waved her rose wand, creating a wingback chair—open for her wings to slip through—and a table holding a glass of amber liquid.
“What is that?” Lilly asked, staring at Ava’s drink.
“Good Kentucky bourbon,” Ava replied and took a sip.
Christy rolled her eyes at Ava’s choice of beverage, and savored her own. “This was supposed to be a girly drink night.”
Ava smirked. “Fine.” She waved her wand and the amber liquid turned darker. “There, bourbon and coke.”
Lilly giggled. “Now, you just need an umbrella.” She pointed at Ava’s glass and a little pink umbrella appeared.
Ava shook her head. “Now I’m girly.” She took the umbrella out and tossed it on the table. “So what did you want to talk about?” She rocked her drink back and forth, making the ice tinkle in the glass.
Christy adjusted her skirt over her legs, crossing her ankles on the ottoman. “As you both know, I am fast approaching Fairy Godmother retirement.”
“Three months to the big 3-5-0 of service,” Lilly said, grinning.
Christy nodded.
“And you don’t look a day over three-eighty-five,” Ava added with a grin.
None of them have aged past thirty-five, when they took their Fairy Godmother positions, and with the modern marvels of skin care, all three could easily pass for thirty in the mortal world. Lilly could possibly pass for even younger, the freckles on her nose making her look almost childlike—though Lilly was over three hundred herself.
Ava spoke the truth—Christy was three hundred and eighty-five. Or would be in three months.
“I have been doing this a long time. My husband is ready to retire,” Christy said, her wings flapping softly behind the chair. The little blue sparkles floated around the room toward the other two.
“And?” Ava prompted.
Christy smiled. “And I want one last challenge.”
“Another case?” Lilly asked, her wings fluttering.
“More than that.” Christy had been thinking about this for a while. “I want to truly push our talents. We all have strengths as Fairy Godmothers.”
Ava leaned toward Lilly. “She’s got another trio to take.”
Lilly nodded in agreement.
“Yes, I have another trio.” Periodically, they would take on a trio of charges who were connected to one another. It made the ripples of happiness bigger when three found their HEA at once, instead of just a single person. And ripples always affected more.
“And what makes this challenge special?” Lilly asked.
“To see who can get the best Happily Ever After with the least amount of magic.” Christy leaned back and waited for the resistance to explode. Because it always did, at first.
“No magic? How can we do anything without magic?” Ava asked, hands on her hips.
“I can’t get a fairy to go out with me with magic,” Lilly said. “How can I get a mortal to her HEA without it?” Lilly’s wings were beginning to take on a fan-like quality.
“Least amount of magic. Not none,” Christy said. “We can still use magic, just not as much.”
“Why not?” Ava asked.
“Because this trio is not the usual case.”
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