Released! THE FAIRY SHOP — A tiny girl, a magic wand, and an unusual fairy
Hi. Yes, I do have a holiday story for you this year and I’m thrilled to introduce The Fairy Shop. Sometimes an author writes a book that reveals her own heart, and this is one of mine.There’s something about a child finding her bravery that speaks to my soul. I literally can’t read the book without crying (but you don’t have to! LOL) This is my second book set in my new hometown of Ashland Oregon, which is so special at the holidays it’s ridiculous! This book actually started, as is sometimes true for me, with the title. From there I built the story. I hope you love it.
Also, I want to mention that The Fairy Shop is my 50th published work and we’re celebrating that on December 7th with a party in my Facebook Group, HEA, Magic and Beautiful Boys. Fifteen amazing authors are joining me for a packed day of books, fun and prizes. If you’d like to join in, be sure to join my FB Group. See you there!
When Nate Hawthorne meets Asher Dane, the huge, tattooed hunk is the personification of Nate’s dreams. But Nate knows there’s no future, because Asher is also the personification of his beloved five-year-old daughter Delly’s nightmares. She’s frightened of big men. Things turn around for both of them, however, when Delly goes Christmas shopping at the Fairy Shop and begins her quest for a wand that will make her brave. Neither of them guesses that the Fairy Shop will be the source of far more than Delly’s courage. On Christmas Eve, under the influence of a very unusual fairy, Nate’s life will change forever.
A story from the Dreamspinner Press 2019 Advent Calendar “Homemade for the Holidays.”
OAK WITH a heart of alder for strength. A sprinkle of protea with a pinch of borage, lots of glitter for magic, red and yellow feathers—into the box, waiting for its owner.
“SLEEP WELL, sweetheart. Miss Marjorie’s right here if you need anything. And tomorrow we’ll go to town and get some new ornaments for the tree.” Nate Hawthorne leaned over the bed and kissed his daughter, Delphine.
She nodded a little too fast, her wide, dark eyes too shiny.
He grinned. “No bedbugs biting, okay?”
She swallowed hard, and he tried to get his heart not to crack. It had been six months. He wanted her to get less fearful, but her life experience lately hadn’t exactly supported bravery. It made him want to punch the wall.
He kissed her cheek again and had started to stand when her arms flew around his neck. “Daddy, are you sure it’s okay?” She clung like a tiny octopus.
“Delly, we know it is, right? We checked every door and window. Didn’t we? And under the bed, and the closets?”
“Okay. You sleep good, and I’ll come in and kiss you when I get home.” But oh please, let me kiss somebody else before then.