"All you must do is sign on the dotted line and all your romantic dreams will come true," the Fairy Godmother says with a twinkle in her eye.
 
This is what happens when you do not read the fine print in a very detailed contract, you miss all the things that are immediate deal-breakers. Viola Vonsula, a proud resident of New Orleans, lives on the top floor of an old Victorian mansion on a very normal street. But normal is no longer a word she can use to describe her life since signing the official contract of Fairy Godmother Inc. They forgot to tell her that she would be competing against other women in a very dangerous game. A game where she would be thrust into an alien world for the mere hope of catching the dashing Prince's heart.

And let me say this, this prince is one hot alpha-male that has a serious attitude problem. We do not get along save for the fact that he can turn my insides to mush with one look.  But the silver lining here is that you can have a happily-ever-after if you survive. You can't fall in love if you're dead. It tends to spoil the romance.

Fairy Godmother Inc. (Book 1-Apollo's Angel)

Apparently, Eltson is currently tying to outrun us. 


Not going to happen though, Mort says Black Siron's ship is much faster. I am super happy though; this experience has not been bad at all. Quite the opposite, weirdly enough. 


Here I thought I was bought into some dark-twisted, sex slavery ring but I have been treated like gold here. It's very confusing because I am here relaxing like a queen on my fancy bed listing to Mort chew gummy bears. Not a pleasant sound. A lot of swishing and sloshing. 


She looks up at me from her desk in the corner of our small room. "Peirce." 


"He just gives you candy randomly?" I ask with a frown. 


She rolls her eyes. "Not randomly, just when he feels bad. Earlier when I was scouting, I took a wrong turn, and got caught in a room I was not supposed to be in." 


I sat up and stare at her. "What room?" 


Chapter Twenty-Five