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)

We look like demons, dark shadows running down the unsuspecting train like hounds on the scent of blood. 


Jules is pushing this horse to full capacity, and I'm hanging on for dear life, my stomach is in my throat. I have never pressed a horse like this, or possibly these breeds have unnatural power and speed. 


The smoke from the train makes it hard to see, and I wildly wonder how Jules is able to steer the stallion, dodging obstacles that would at this speed kill us both. He is inching the horse closer to the side of the train, the sounds of the engine and gears are earsplitting. I feel his arm wrap around my waist, holding me tight as nears even closer. 


My heart is pounding as I see one of Jules's men leaning out, in between the carts with his arm extended. Oh shit. Jules wants to me grab onto his hand to pull me on. 


The wind hits my face as I stare in horror as Jules expertly nears closer, one mess up, and we both are dead. 


Chapter 29