Hey all,
If you haven't had a chance to meet Maggie, now is a great time. There is a special going on for her series this month. The first book is free and the second is only .99 at all retailers.
Excerpt:
There was an immediate sense of falling, though my feet were
firmly planted on the ground. A too perfect, too green meadow stretched out in
front of me. Lilacs danced in a breeze I couldn’t feel. A thatched roof cottage
stood at the end of the meadow, just before a dark and ominous forest. Behind
the woods, a tall castle loomed, the spires almost reaching to the clouds. I
turned around to watch for Boone and Phoenix, but the doorway wasn’t behind me.
There was only a dirt road that looked identical in both directions.
“Let go of me. Who are you?” Boone said as both guys
appeared, though they looked completely different.
Boone’s dark blond hair was shorter and parted on the side
into a perfectly unnatural wave. He was suddenly wearing a red cape and hat
with a tan tunic and brown pants that were pretty tight. Phoenix, on the other
hand, was wearing a turban, baggy pants, and an open leather vest with no shirt
underneath it.
I snickered. “Did you stop for a wardrobe change?”
“Looked in the mirror lately?” Phoenix said, letting go of
Boone.
Except for being too pale, Phoenix was pulling off the new
look.
He caught me staring and winked, reminding me that I was mad
at him. I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the side. “I thought you weren’t
coming.”
“And I told you, it’s my job to protect you.”
“Maggie, I think we should hurry,” Boone said, giving me an
impatient gesture, but I didn’t miss the tightening of his square jaw as his
eye went to Phoenix’s hand on my arm.
“Just so we are clear, this doesn’t change anything,” I said
to Phoenix then strode over to Boone, my dress swishing around my legs.
Wait. Dress? I glanced down. I was wearing a knee length blue dress with
a white apron. “What the holy hell?” I reached up and touched my hair, feeling
a velvety headband. I had to look a lot like…I pulled a chuck of hair forward. Yep, hair was blonde. I looked at the guys again. We
were all dressed in costumes. I pictured the kids. I’d noticed they were
dressed oddly, but as what hadn’t struck me.
“We’re in a fairy tale,” I said.
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