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)

He set us up, gave our position away to Tim. 


"That piece of shit will pay," I seeth, looking up into the black sky, exhaling. I feel this murderous intent. I can't stand still for two seconds. 


Jasper takes a pull from his cigarette. "That fucker got paid handsomely for it. Works with some high rollers up North, the Otiplexs'. As far as Millicent knows, the bastard is on a one-way ticket out of here, past the borders. Some tropical house he built or some shit like that off the grid," smoke trails from his lips. "We're lucky that woman of yours is some secret weapon. The both of them, I mean, what the fuck. I have seen everything now." He shakes his head. "What happened to women cleaning and having babies and shit. 


"She is not my woman," I say and grit my teeth. 


Chapter 28