Author: Marilee Brothers
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Source: Author/Publisher via netgalley
Source: Author/Publisher via netgalley
Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy
Audience: 12 and up
Synopsis: Junior’s
back from Mexico with his movie star entrourage. Beck is using his half demon
charms to “heal” a new girl. Mom’s still wacky and now she’s dating Principal
Hostetler!
High school is still an obstacle course of drama queens, bullies and nutjobs. The Trimarks are still a menace and the moonstone pendant has reveale even more mind boggling powers. In other words, Allie Emerson’s life as the Girl Voted Least Likely To Save The World From Evil has gone from Weird to Super Charged Super Weird, and it’s about to get even weirder.
The third book in the
Unbidden Magic series plunges readers into a rich other world of danger, humor,
romance, fable, fairytale and magical destiny.
High school is still an obstacle course of drama queens, bullies and nutjobs. The Trimarks are still a menace and the moonstone pendant has reveale even more mind boggling powers. In other words, Allie Emerson’s life as the Girl Voted Least Likely To Save The World From Evil has gone from Weird to Super Charged Super Weird, and it’s about to get even weirder.
“You’re
a faery princess.” So says the mysterious and handsome Ryker, whose talents
include turning himself into a hawk. Not to mention he and Allie are destined
to marry. In faery land—Boundless. If
they can save it from forces even more deadly than Trimarks and high school.
Excerpt:
I changed quickly
and ran to the barn, Faye on my heels. The barn’s big double doors usually
stood wide open. But, tonight, they were closed tight. We each took a door and
yanked. I fumbled for the light.
Both of us shrieked when we saw Junior’s low rider parked next to a wall of hay bales. The last time I’d seen the car, it was covered in gray primer. But now, the 1976 Chevy Caprice had a shiny new coat of blue paint. Instead of a racing stripe, an intricately designed rainbow swirled down the side panels of the long, low car. The ginormous pink bow on its roof left no doubt as to Junior’s intent.
“Oh my God, Allie!” Faye said, walking around the car and peering into the windows. “I can’t believe he gave you his car.”
Unable to speak, I just stood and stared. I’ve never been good at accepting gifts. In the past, my mother and I had been the recipients of so-called “charity.” You know, stuff like Christmas baskets put together for poor unfortunates like Faye and me. In a town the size of Peacock Flats, there are no secrets. Personally, I’d rather eat Cup-O-Noodles for Christmas dinner than wonder how many people chipped in to buy us a turkey.
Okay, turkey . . . car . . . not quite the same. So, why wasn’t I jumping up and down with joy? It takes money to buy gas and insurance. Money we didn’t have.
But, on second thought, it was a truly hot ride, so maybe I should take a moment to savor the experience of car ownership. I walked around the Chevy, trailing my fingers down its satiny surface and wondered if it would be hypocritical to take it out for a spin. Just one.
Faye opened the driver side door and peered inside. “There’s something on the driver’s seat,” she said. “Another envelope with your name on it.”
I ripped the envelope open and pulled out a single piece of paper.
Hey!
I know what you’re thinking. No way are you going to accept a gift from Junior (almost said “your ex boyfriend” but who knows what will happen in the future.). It’s not my car anymore so don’t argue. The title says, Alfrieda Carlotta Emerson. The insurance is paid up – check the glove box for proof. The gas tank is full. Look under the driver’s seat and you’ll find a wallet with a gas card. Use it. The bill will be sent to me. If you don’t follow these instructions, I’ll fly up there and kick your cute, little butt!
Oh yeah, about the rainbow. It reminds me of the moonstone. You’re a special girl, Allie. You need a special ride.
Love ya, kid.
Junior.
Both of us shrieked when we saw Junior’s low rider parked next to a wall of hay bales. The last time I’d seen the car, it was covered in gray primer. But now, the 1976 Chevy Caprice had a shiny new coat of blue paint. Instead of a racing stripe, an intricately designed rainbow swirled down the side panels of the long, low car. The ginormous pink bow on its roof left no doubt as to Junior’s intent.
“Oh my God, Allie!” Faye said, walking around the car and peering into the windows. “I can’t believe he gave you his car.”
Unable to speak, I just stood and stared. I’ve never been good at accepting gifts. In the past, my mother and I had been the recipients of so-called “charity.” You know, stuff like Christmas baskets put together for poor unfortunates like Faye and me. In a town the size of Peacock Flats, there are no secrets. Personally, I’d rather eat Cup-O-Noodles for Christmas dinner than wonder how many people chipped in to buy us a turkey.
Okay, turkey . . . car . . . not quite the same. So, why wasn’t I jumping up and down with joy? It takes money to buy gas and insurance. Money we didn’t have.
But, on second thought, it was a truly hot ride, so maybe I should take a moment to savor the experience of car ownership. I walked around the Chevy, trailing my fingers down its satiny surface and wondered if it would be hypocritical to take it out for a spin. Just one.
Faye opened the driver side door and peered inside. “There’s something on the driver’s seat,” she said. “Another envelope with your name on it.”
I ripped the envelope open and pulled out a single piece of paper.
Hey!
I know what you’re thinking. No way are you going to accept a gift from Junior (almost said “your ex boyfriend” but who knows what will happen in the future.). It’s not my car anymore so don’t argue. The title says, Alfrieda Carlotta Emerson. The insurance is paid up – check the glove box for proof. The gas tank is full. Look under the driver’s seat and you’ll find a wallet with a gas card. Use it. The bill will be sent to me. If you don’t follow these instructions, I’ll fly up there and kick your cute, little butt!
Oh yeah, about the rainbow. It reminds me of the moonstone. You’re a special girl, Allie. You need a special ride.
Love ya, kid.
Junior.
Author Bio:
A former teacher, coach and school counselor, Marilee lives in Washington State and writes full time. Her books include Castle Ladyslipper, a medieval romance, The Rock and Roll Queen of Bedlam, winner of the 2010 Booksellers Best award for romantic suspense, Moonstone, Moon Rise, Moon Spun, Shadow Moon, and Midnight Moon. Marilee is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Pacific Northwest Writers Association and the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators.
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