find new life even today?”
- Blended families failing to blend. (Snow
White, Hansel and Gretel, Cinderella.
- Unfair deals: (Rapunzel, Jack and the Bean
- Perseverance, Faith or Virtue as a route to
happiness: (The Girl with No Arms, The Goose Girl)
- Desperate people driven to desperate
measures: (Hansel and Gretel, The Goose Girl)
who come down soft on their own children.
- You can beat death.
- You can survive unfair circumstances.
- You can thrive in the midst of the cesspool
that often is life.
- And somewhere out there, there’s a happy
ending for you, too.
When it comes to crafting
happily-ever-afters, the Agency is the best in the land of Kingdom. The Fairy
Godfather Grimm can solve any problem—from eliminating imps to finding prince
charming—as long as you can pay the price…
Working for Grimm isn’t Marissa Locks’s dream job. But when your parents trade you to a Fairy Godfather for a miracle, you don’t have many career options. To pay off her parents’ debt and earn her freedom, Marissa must do whatever Grimm asks, no matter what fairy-tale fiasco she’s called on to deal with.
Setting up a second-rate princess with a first-class prince is just another day at the office. But when the matchmaking goes wrong, Marissa and Grimm find themselves in a bigger magical muddle than ever before. Not only has the prince gone missing, but the Fae are gearing up to attack Kingdom, and a new Fairy Godmother is sniffing around Grimm’s turf, threatening Marissa with the one thing she can’t resist: her heart’s wishes.
Now Marissa will have to take on Fairies, Fae, dragons, and princesses to save the realm—or give up any hope of ever getting her happy ending…
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me I had five minutes until the ball drop. That gave me six minutes until
somebody got killed. I spotted the shoplifter in line at the theater and worked
my way across the street, through the teeming crowd. She had no idea what she
was wearing, which made her both stupid and dangerous. Stupid was dangerous
enough by itself.
the time,” said a man’s voice. It came right out of the store window beside me,
the dry voice with its not-quite-English accent. He watched me with critical eyes.
the theater line, head down.
from the windows and even the brass banister knobs that held the velvet rope.
“I’ll believe that when you actually do.”
maybe the slippers she wore tipped her off, but the shoplifter turned and
looked right at me. Our eyes met, and she knew why I was there, if not who I
was. As the crowd surged forward, she ducked into the theater, disappearing
into the throng.
faint taste of soap. “Doesn’t count, not a real curse.”
Only proper women live happily ever after. Now, go get those slippers back.”
Grimm appeared in the ticket window, beckoning me on.
happily ever after, I wouldn’t have spent all day chasing a thief. There were
easier ways to make a living, and definitely safer ways.
laced with enough butter, fat, and salt to make me gain a couple of pounds just
from walking through.
approached, jiggling my leg. “I’ve got to go. Could you save my spot in line?”
teenage angst, and motioned me past. I’d been to my fair share of balls and
knew where I’d go if I had a pair of shoes that were killing my feet. I headed
straight to the bathroom. Nobody in the prep area, but I listened. There, soft
sobbing, and the click of high heels on ceramic.
that.” I hoped I wasn’t talking to a Grandma, but the sobbing cut off.
wall, his white hair framing the bald spot on his head. He looked at me over
horn-rimmed glasses that masked eyebrows like a yeti’s. “Marissa, two minutes.”
have thrown it at the mirror. In the name of not having a magical disaster, I
decided to commit the cardinal sin of the ladies room. I tried the stall door.
As my hand touched it, the door burst open, hitting me in the face. Pain made
the world flash white. I put my hand to my nose and felt the blood as she
dashed out of the restroom. Grimm told me the shoes were enchanted, but the
fact that she could run in three-inch heels meant serious magic. Now I knew I
had the right girl. In the lobby, the fire alarms wailed as I came out of the
bathroom, and I caught a glimpse of her running out. I charged after her,
through the fire exit and into the alley.
dark alley. I had standard Agency-issue spells in my coat and a nine millimeter
in my purse for dealing with the less dangerous pests, but even I knew you have
to be careful with an upset woman.
down the alley. “I’m not giving them back.”
me. Tennis shoes might not be the height of fashion, but I wore them for their
practicality. I slipped a bag out of my pocket. “This will let me take them
off. You can’t remove them because you stole them.”
against the wall, her feet out in front of her. Passing taillights made the
glass slippers glisten, moving and shifting, like something alive. That made
sense, since Grimm said they were. The glass filled with red, like she’d cut
her toe. The bloodstain spread up the sides of the glass and she began to
gurgle and cry.
“Grimm, I might have a problem.”
not going to turn into a pumpkin.” His voice was firm and commanding. I’d never
been the type to listen to firm or commanding. See, there was this thing about
magic slippers. Use them with permission, and at midnight the whole deal
expired. Steal them from a custom boutique on Fifth, and at midnight turning
into a vegetable was the least of your worries.
growling, and making noises I’d never heard outside of the labor and delivery
room. Running through the theater was out; heading back in there would
introduce a whole load of teens to a different kind of monster than the movie
ones. The loading bays down at the end of the alley didn’t look too promising,
and now Princess PMS rose to her feet. The bloodred stains covered her from
head to toe. Shadows covered her face, but where the orange wash of the street
lights hit her she looked maroon.
asked. The growling noise she made ruled out diplomacy. “Okay, we do it my
seven different forms of self-defense and I wore all four of the major
protection charms, but one thing was constant: Whether my assailant was a drug
addict or a bridge troll, pepper spray would leave them blind. So I ducked out
of the way and gave her a dash of the scent I was sampling that day. It hit her
like a brick, leaving her clawing at her eyes. I realized as she stumbled past
that her nails were now at least three inches long and razor sharp.
then like a dog, she ran straight into me, knocking me back to the Dumpster.
Dumpsters hurt. I caught her arm before she could give me surprise plastic
surgery and slammed her into the ground, pinning her underneath me.
she rolled over, throwing me to the side, and I barely stepped out of the way
of those nails. She kicked at me and I caught her foot.
shoes with the bag. Grimm said the bag was made of genuine werewolf fur, but
whatever it was, the effect was immediate. She thrashed and choked and kicked
and I held on tight until she went limp. The slippers came off in my hand
without a fight.
streetlight, and for a moment I saw an image form in them: Me, walking down the
street in them. No Agency bracelet on my wrist, a bag from shopping in my hand.
I could be free, if only I put them on.
from the reflection in the shoes, “put them in the bag.”
like dry leaves down the sidewalk. My back hurt where I’d hit the Dumpster. My
arm throbbed where she’d grabbed me, and my cheek had that hot feeling that
said somewhere in her thrashing, she’d managed to nail me with a foot.
compact mirror. “What do you want me to do with her?”
They’ll be there shortly. Evangeline needs your assistance on the Upper East
Side, and there’s the matter of a troll.”
well he’d heard me the first time.
and if you are ever to get your own ever after—”
right now is after a bottle of wine and after a long night’s sleep. I’ll see
you when I’m ready for work.”
yourself what you want more: A night’s sleep, or another job.”
lip, took a look at my bruises in the compact. Everything about me ached and
the cold seeped out of the shadows into my bones. I put my hand on the bracelet
and made my decision. “Tell Evangeline I’m on my way.” Nights like this made me
wish I’d never gotten started in this business.