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)

It flickers with the rapid beat of my heart as I walk down the dimly lit hallway, the low lighting mimicking something dark and sinister. I can feel it in my chest that something is very wrong with Jules and he needs this needle right now, or I fear I will lose him. I wish I could just run at him right now with the syringe if I was certain it would work. 


"Sugar! Pierce says get him with the needle or get the hell out of there. Jules is losing it fast. He is too unstable!" 


I glance back and see him following me like a predator, the black veins covering his neck and half of his chest now. He watches me like he is ready for the chase if I choose to run. 


"Keep walking Dove," he whispers, gooseflesh litters my skin. 


Chapter 21