Dear Reader,

My name is Charlie Wilford.

This is not an alcohol anonymous class.

This is my disaster of a life. Let me start by saying that up until this point, in my twenty-five years of existence, that I had everything a Southern Bell could wish for. I had it all. I met the love of my life, the famous dance instructor Tanner Frasier.

The good girl meets the bad boy in a storybook, whirlwind romance.

I packed up and moved to New York City to dance on the Broadway stage as their new shining star. Charlie Wilford, the dazzling dancer from the sweet home of Alabama. Now cue the record to stop. Everything came crashing down when I walked in on my love sleeping with my back-up dancers-plural.

Due to the protection order against me, I can no longer be around Tanner. I am broke and without a job. Well, until I received an acting/reality T.V gig in the mail.

Fairy Godmother Inc., I think it was.

The silver lining here is that I will never date another bad boy again. I don't care how hot, or suave he seems, the answer is NO. Good girls don't mesh with bad boys, it just ends in restraining orders.

Charlie Wilford,

Charlie Wilford

Actor/Singer/Dancer

Fairy Godmother Inc, (Book 3- Julius's Dove)

I don't see how this is going to work. 


"Dolly," I turn my head, "I don't see how we are going to pull this off," I whisper to my side as I try and ignore Jules's penetrating gaze. Can he sense that I want to run? Do I look nervous? Louis's men are talking in a big group, discussing zombie outbreaks and Tim Lester's men. Jules is currently leaning up against the tank, seemingly not paying attention to what's being said. With his black hat back on, it's hard to gauge his expression in the dark of the night. 


More obnoxious vehicles are coming, the ground rumbling. 


Men with gas masks and heavy artillery pile out and scan the dark land around us. If you listen carefully, you can hear inhuman screeches making me shiver. 


Chapter 14