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)

Mamma always said that when things start to fall apart; one must always stay posied. A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended. 


I sit in my bed as the men talk in a different room, deciding my fate. It's been at least an hour, and Dolly is nowhere to be found. My hands are tied to the bedpost in not an erotic way; I am now a prisoner. I feel scared, disconnected, and panic-ridden. 


I am feeling such powerful things for Jules, the one thing that I did not want to let happen. Did Jules admit to loving me? There is a fine line between love and hate, and I am beginning to see that. Though I know, Jules is not happy about it, which bothers me. But being with Jules has infected me in such a profound way. Badboys are dangerous; they sneak in a ninja your brain. 


Chapter 17