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  Reaching down, he scooped Emmie off the floor and pulled her and Brandi both onto his lap. In the tickle and hug-fest that followed, Brandi thought how lucky she was that she was now and forevermore one of the Brides of the Kindred.

  The End?

  Good Goddess, no! There are always more Kindred books coming. Be looking for Brides of the Kindred 23 soon as well as more books in my Kindred Tales series. But first I have a book I want to reintroduce to you—or introduce for the first time if you’re a new reader. Read on for a taste of Wishful Thinking, the first book in the Swann Sisters Chronicles about three sisters with just enough fae blood to be saddled with the world’s worst fairy godmother. Can they keep her from screwing up their lives? You’ll have to read Wishful Thinking and its sequel, Be Careful What You Wish For, both coming soon to find out!

  Hugs and Happy Reading to you All!

  Evangeline Anderson July 2018

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  Wishful Thinking...coming soon from Evangeline Anderson

  How do you ditch your Fairy Godmother?

  Philomena Swann needs to find out--and fast. Why? Because Phil and her two sisters are 1/8th Fairy--not enough to give them magical powers but sufficient to rate them a fairy godmother from hell--so reckless with her wand they all live in fear of the birthday wishes she grants.

  All Phil wants is to make a wish so small and insignificant it won’t mess up her life. But after a horrible day she accidentally shouts out a wish to speak her mind…and then finds she can’t stop. Between telling everyone exactly what she thinks and trying to deal with her eccentric grandmother who’s been brewing botched love potions to catch herself a man, Phil has her hands full.

  When she starts finding out some startling things about the people in her life—such as how her hot and hunky co-worker and best friend Josh really feels about her—Phil knows she’s made a wish that will change her world forever.

  If it doesn’t ruin her life first.

  ***Keep reading for a peek at the mouthwatering cover and a juicy taste of chapter 1 of Wishful Thinking***

  Wishful Thinking

  Book 1 in the Swann Sisters Chronicles

  Chapter One

  How do you ditch your fairy godmother?

  Philomena Zara Swann wished she knew. She was turning twenty-five the next day and her two younger sisters had thoughtfully decided to take her to a pre-birthday strategy session at The Garden of Eatin’, a trendy south Tampa bistro that specialized in vegetarian cuisine. They were seated outside despite the late June heat, under a large green umbrella that cast just enough shade to keep the early afternoon sun at bay.

  “So, are you ready for your birthday? Got a wish all picked out?” Cass wrinkled her perfect button nose and her vivid violet eyes sparkled with mischief.

  “Oh, God, I’ve been wracking my brain for days and I still have zilch. I just hope you guys can help.” Phil dropped into a chair across from her sisters with a groan. The idea of making a wish for her twenty-fifth birthday was more than just silly talk. In her family, it was serious business. When you had an actual fairy godmother to grant your birthday wishes, you’d better be prepared with something good to wish for. Or at least something that wouldn’t screw up your life forever.

  Phil looked down at the field greens and strawberry salad her sisters had ordered for her and hoped they could come up with something. Sunday was half over and she would be in no shape to think of a suitable wish while she was busy at work tomorrow.

  “Remember that time you wished that all your Barbie’s clothes would fit you?” Rory, the youngest of the three flipped her long red hair over one shoulder. Its brilliant ruby color clashed with her orange T-shirt but since there was also dog and cat hair on her jeans from volunteering at the local animal shelter, it didn’t really matter.

  “Hush, you’re not even old enough to remember that. You were only four when I made that wish.” Phil frowned at her little sister and reached up to make sure a sudden gust of wind hadn’t disarranged her own hair, gathered at the nape of her neck in a severe bun. It was a long waterfall of platinum blond when she let it down, but she almost never did.

  “Yeah, but I’ve heard about it often enough.” Rory, whose real name was Aurora Tatiana, laughed, her green eyes glowing with glee.

  “Yup, Phil thought it would be cool to wear Barbi’s tutu and live in the big pink dream house Nana bought her.” Cass, short for Cassandra Esmeralda, pushed her tangle of dark curls away from her lily white forehead. As usual, she was dressed from head to toe in black, which emphasized her dramatic coloring. “She just didn’t think about the fact that being twelve inches high for the rest of her days might put a serious crimp in her social life.”

  It was typical of their fairy godmother’s magic that instead of enlarging the Barbie clothes to fit Phil, it had shrunk her down to the size of a plastic bimbo doll instead. Magic tended to be very exact and their godmother was lazy with her application of it, probably because she resented having three fairy goddaughters with hardly a drop of real fairy blood in their veins.

  Their great grandfather had been a full blooded fairy that fell in love with a human woman and then his daughter, their Nana, had fallen in love with a human man and further diluted the family’s magical blood. By the time their mother, who was only one fourth fairy, had also married a pure human with no fairy or fae blood, there was no getting the bloodline back to full strength. And at this point, being only one-eighth fairy, Phil and her sisters wouldn’t even be allowed into the Realm of the Fae, where the full blooded fairies and other magical creatures lived, to find a fairy husband. Not that any of them wanted to.

  As far as Phil was concerned, nothing good had ever come of their dubious heritage. She had often thought being one-eighth fairy was like barely belonging to any other minority group—you might get some of the perks but you were bound to get all of the hassles as well.

  “Anyway, she reversed the magic,” she mumbled, looking up at the sunny sky which showed signs of clouding over. If it got much darker, her eyes wouldn’t match the pale blue blouse she had on anymore which would be a shame.

  Eyes that match the sky above

  Hair like gold, the sunbeams love

  Lips that shame the reddest rose

  Beauty will grace her wherever she goes

  Those were the words spoken over her at birth by her fairy godmother. The spell had shaped her appearance and in some ways, her entire life. Not that she had asked to have eyes that changed with the weather and lips so red she had to wear neutral lipstick to hide their true color, Phil thought resentfully. Her hair was long and silky but too light in her opinion. Also it had a tendency to sparkle, as though the sun was shining on it whether she was outside or not. Their fairy godmother’s magic hid the more obvious aspects of itself fairly well—for instance, no one without fairy or fae blood in their veins was able to notice that her eyes changed colors—but Phil kept her sparkly hair up as much as possible just in case.

  Her sisters had received similar gifts at birth—Cass’s verse had gone:

  Skin as pale as fallen snow

  Eyes like dewy violets glow

  Hair as black as coal at night

  She’ll always walk in Beauty’s light

  Of course, having snow white skin, bright purple eyes and hair as black as coal meant Cass looked permanently Goth. But since she was an artist and the dramatic one in the family, it didn’t seem to bother her. In fact, she consistently dressed all in black to play up her pale skin and vivid eyes although Phil didn’t know how she could stand to wear it in the middle of the summer. Despite being the middle sister, she probably had the strongest personality of the three of them, including a quick temper that matched her artistic nature. S