COVER REVEAL for MODERN MAGIC: A QUARTET OF FRACTURED FAIRY TALES

Hello Everyone,

I have news!!! Check out that adorable cover below. Yup!! My new novella, His One Wish is about to hit the world. His One Wish is part of a four novella collection that were based on the fairy tales we all loved as children, just re-imagined for the adult mind and heart. 

I have posted a blurb for Modern Magic: A Quartet of Fractured Fairy Tales as well as a short excerpt from His One Wish below. I can't wait to introduce you to my fellow authors. Watch for their interviews coming in the next three weeks. 

So here it is....

 Modern Magic: A Quartet of Fractured Fairy Tales  November 9, 2015.

Blurb for Modern Magic: A Quartet of Fractured Fairy Tales

What if Cinderella ditched the prince's ball and sent her fairy godmother to find love in her place?

Suppose a streetwise hero hired to steal an all-powerful Genie (stuck in a flash drive rather than a brass lamp) for a tech company ended up running for his life with the CEO's gorgeous, intelligent daughter?

Or what if the bed that a certain golden-tressed girl accidentally napped in belonged to the hot and famous middle brother of a notorious boy band?

Can you envision the sparks that might fly if a bitter and downright beastly wheelchair-bound woman propositioned a handsome bookseller to stay with her in exchange for her rare book collection?

This spellbinding anthology features modern and sexy spins on four classic fairy tales that will enchant you by Jennifer DeCuir, Stephanie Cage, Andrea R. Cooper, and Nancy C. Weeks.

Excerpt of His One Wish: Aiden Cooper and Jazlin Morgan’s first introduction. Enjoy!

Jazlin moved around him and headed down the sidewalk. The woman briefly knelt next to a man asleep under an awning and slipped several bills into his coffee can. Every instinct in Aiden wanted to grab her away from the homeless man. “That’s not smart, princess.”
“I was following you.”

“And that’s not smart either. Why?”

A look crossed her face that said, how dense can you be?

“To find out where you were going.”

Damn, she was sassy. Something close to laughter boiled up inside him. He’d forgotten the last time he laughed. “Is living dangerously something you just felt like doing tonight, princess?”

“Stop calling me that.”

Aiden couldn’t help raking his eyes over her from head to foot—beautiful, exotic, every inch of her perfect. Smooth, dark chestnut hair flowed gently down her back almost to her waist. She nervously pulled a tassel of hair around to the front, twisted it around her finger, and then let it loose. It took everything in him to keep from brushing it behind her shoulder, taking his time to caress the back of his finger over the swell of her breast.

“You’re staring.”

“Yeah. That’s what happens when you follow someone, princess.”

“Seriously, don’t call me that. I’m not—”

“What should I call you?”

“Jazlin.”

“That fits.” He leaned on the wall with his hands on his hips. “Again, why in hell are you following me?”

This time, a faint hint of rose appeared on her cheeks. Her gaze roamed passed his left shoulder. “Do you work for Malcolm Morgan?”

Aiden stepped into her personal space, eyes narrowing. Anyone in their right mind would’ve had the sense to run right about now. She lifted her bewitching eyes and matched his glare with one of her own.

“Is that your business?”

She had the decency to swallow. “No. Well, kind of. He’s not a nice man, and—”

“How do you know him, princess?”

Her expression turned hard, and her hands fisted at her sides. “Don’t call me that again.”

“Answer the damn question.”

“I’m trying to figure out what he is up to.”

“So you’re out spying on your sugar daddy. Did he find himself a little plaything on the side? Maybe it’s time you readjust your standards.”

“You think I’m his … that I would … ”

Aiden spun her around and gave her shoulder a light push. “Go home.”

“Whatever he paid you, I’ll double it.”

He’d sure as hell read that situation wrong. Still, the woman was crazy to go against someone like Malcolm Morgan. “No.” He placed a hand on her elbow and began walking back the way they had come.

She jerked her arm free and stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “Okay, I’ll triple it.”

His pulse quickened. “Where’s your vehicle?”

“Why?”

“I’m putting you in it, and you’re getting out of this neighborhood.”

“God, you’re such a macho, pigheaded jerk.” She maneuvered around him and strutted to the corner, Karo at her heels. The dog paused and appeared to be waiting for Aiden to catch up, like he was slowing down the party.

“Shit,” Aidan muttered. “I’ve fallen down a fucking rabbit hole.”

When he finally caught up to Jazlin, she was standing in the middle of the block with her fists at her waist. “It’s not this block, is it?”

Without waiting for him to answer, she rushed further down the sidewalk, pausing only long enough to check traffic before she crossed the street. The building she stopped in front of was the address from Morgan, but Aiden wasn’t going to share that tidbit.

Jazlin was the first woman in a long time who made him wish he’d shaved his Unabomber beard and worn something he hadn’t slept in the last two days. But, damn, was she high-strung and unreasonable.

“So, now what, princess?”

Her stare bore into him, nearly causing him to take a step back. “Call me that again and you’ll be eating pavement.”

Aiden moved in close enough that her spicy scent made his mouth water. “Sweetheart, you don’t want to threaten me.”

She sucked in a breath and whispered, “What’s your name?”

“Aiden Cooper.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Mr. Cooper.”

“You should be.”

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I hope you enjoyed a tiny glimpse of my hero, Aiden Cooper and the woman who is about to turn his life upside down, my heroine, Jazlin Morgan. Modern Magic: A Quartet of Fractured Fairy Tales will released in just one month. Over the next three weeks, I'll introduce you to the other authors of this amazing anthology and tease you with excerpts from their stories. 

Have a great weekend. Stay safe, and as always, be kind to one another.

Hugs to all,

Nancy C. Weeks