How do you ditch your Fairy Godmother?
The Swann Sisters Chronicles, Book 1
As her 25th birthday approaches, mild-mannered Philomena Swann lives in terror of her annual birthday wish. Sure, she has a disinterested fianc� and a misogynistic boss, but from experience she knows wishing both away could result in disaster. Why? Because she and her sisters are one-eighth fairy. Not enough to give them magical powers, but enough to qualify for a fairy godmother--from hell.
All Phil wants is, just once, to have the courage to speak her mind. She blurts out her wish...and suddenly finds she can't stop. To her friends. Her boss. Her Nana. And her best friend, hot and hunky co-worker, Josh. Before she can do any more damage, she begs for the spell to be reversed. And it is--with a vengeance. Now everyone else is compelled to tell her the truth. Including Josh.
But the fairy godmother's not done. One more wish could change Phil's world forever--if it doesn't ruin her life first.
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November 18, 2008
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Excerpt from Wishful Thinking by Evangeline Anderson
How do you ditch your fairy godmother?
Philomena Zara Swann wished she knew. She was turning twenty-five the next day and her two younger sisters had thoughtfully decided to take her to a pre-birthday strategy session at The Garden of Eatin', a trendy south Tampa bistro that specialized in vegetarian cuisine. They were seated outside despite the late June heat, under a large green umbrella that cast just enough shade to keep the early afternoon sun at bay.
"So, are you ready for your birthday? Got a wish all picked out?" Cass wrinkled her perfect button nose and her vivid violet eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Oh, God, I've been wracking my brain for days and I still have zilch. I just hope you guys can help." Phil dropped into a chair across from her sisters with a groan. The idea of making a wish for her twenty-fifth birthday was more than just silly talk. In her family, it was serious business. When you had an actual fairy godmother to grant your birthday wishes, you'd better be prepared with something good to wish for. Or at least something that wouldn't screw up your life forever.
Phil looked down at the field-greens-and-strawberry salad her sisters had ordered for her and hoped they could come up with something. Sunday was half over and she would be in no shape to think of a suitable wish while she was busy at work tomorrow.
"Remember that time you wished that all your Barbie's clothes would fit you?" Rory, the youngest of the three flipped her long red hair over one shoulder. Its brilliant ruby color clashed with her orange T-shirt but since there was also dog and cat hair on her jeans from volunteering at the local animal shelter, it didn't really matter.
"Hush, you're not even old enough to remember that. You were only four when I made that wish." Phil frowned at her little sister and reached up to make sure a sudden gust of wind hadn't disarranged her own hair, gathered at the nape of her neck in a severe bun. It was a long waterfall of platinum blond when she let it down, but she almost never did.
"Yeah, but I've heard about it often enough." Rory, whose real name was Aurora Tatiana, laughed, her green eyes glowing with glee.
"Yup, Phil thought it would be cool to wear Barbi's tutu and live in the big pink dream house Nana bought her." Cass, short for Cassandra Esmeralda, pushed her tangle of dark curls away from her lily white forehead. As usual, she was dressed from head to toe in black, which emphasized her dramatic coloring. "She just didn't think about the fact that being twelve inches high for the rest of her days might put a serious crimp in her social life."
It was typical of their fairy godmother's magic that instead of enlarging the Barbie clothes to fit Phil, it had shrunk her down to the size of a plastic bimbo doll instead. Magic tended to be very exact and their godmother was lazy with her application of it, probably because she resented having three fairy goddaughters with hardly a drop of real fairy blood in their veins.
Their great grandfather had been a full blooded fairy who fell in love with a human woman and then his daughter, the girls' Nana, had fallen in love with a human man and further diluted the family's magical blood. By the time their mother, who was only one fourth fairy, had also married a pure human with no fairy or fae blood, there was no getting the bloodline back to full strength. And at this point, being only one-eighth fairy, Phil and her sisters wouldn't even be allowed into the Realm of the Fae, where the full-blooded fairies and other magical creatures lived, to find a fairy husband. Not that any of them wanted to.
As far as Phil was concerned, nothing good had ever come of their dubious heritage. She had often thought being one-eighth fairy was like barely belonging to any other minority group--you might get some of the perks but you were bound to get all of the hassles as well.