HELLO EVERYONE! I AM SO EXCITED TO BRING YOU MY RELEASE DAY REVIEW OF HIS FAIRY GODFATHER BY CATE ASHWOOD AND NICO JAYE! I LOVE BOTH THESE AUTHORS AND THEM WRITING A BOOK TOGETHER IS AWESOME! BELOW IS MY REVIEW, THE LINK AND EVEN AN EXCERPT! LET'S GET TO IT!!
THIS QUOTE IS SO PERFECT FOR EDWIN IT ISN'T FUNNY! :p HERE IS MY REVIEW!!
His Fairy Godfather
Cate Ashwood and Nico Jaye
reviewed by: Becky
Oh my Fairy did I love this story! Edwin climbed into my heart right off the bat and there he stayed! Cate and Nico are brilliant in their own right, but together they are unstoppable!!
Trick is working at the company his father helped build, and he will stay there until he works his way up and gets the recognition his work deserves. His fathers former partner and now sole owner of the firm has other plans, like giving himself and his no good sons credit for Trick's hard work. Will Trick see the need to leave, or will he need a little help?
Edwin is getting hands on experience to help get him through his Fairy Godparent Lessons, when he meets Trick, he wants to help him all he can, but eventually he wants more than that. How will this work? Edwin must go back sooner than later and he may never see Trick again!
You have to read this book friends! Edwin will delight you and Trick will pull at your heartstrings for sure! Thanks Cate and Nico, I can only hope there will be many more books from you two to come!
the 5 bag of pink Cotton Candy rating :)
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NOW FOR AN EXCERPT:
The booming voice reverberated down the curved staircase, shaking the windows that lined all four walls of the office.
Trick cringed. It wasn’t getting yelled at that he objected to. That he was used to. James Redden, his boss, believed nicknames were “lowbrow and an affront to the woman who named you.”
He hated it.
Mr. Redden seemed to have an aversion to many things; for instance, the color yellow, decaf coffee, phone calls before 10 a.m., and the intercom, the telephone, and e-mail in general. When he wanted Trick’s attention, he preferred to bellow. Personally, Trick believed Mr. Redden loved the sound of his own voice roaring through the office. He was the type of man who got a kick out of pulling everyone’s attention away from what they were doing and forcing them to focus on him.
Trick stood in the doorway to Redden’s office and waited as his boss ignored him completely. It was always this way. His voice always stressed an urgency, but when Trick arrived, he was made to wait at least five minutes, standing with his dick in his hand—so to speak—waiting for Redden to summon the energy to deal with him.
Redden’s office space was grandiose, taking up most of the upper floor, his giant desk standing menacingly in the center of the room. For a man as gifted in design as he was, he certainly had no concept of warmth or comfort. Stark colors and harsh lines created a feeling of unease in Trick that hadn’t settled even after years of running at his boss’s beck and call.
“Have you finished typing up the proposal for Mrs. Bradley?” Redden demanded after an ample period of time had lapsed.
He huffed a sigh and rolled his eyes. “Yes, Patrick. The proposal. I e-mailed you the details. You were to type it up to send out to her. She wanted it by four.”
Trick glanced at the oversized clock that hung to the left of Redden’s desk. It was 3:52.
“I haven’t received an e-mail, sir.”
“Goddammit, Patrick, you incompetent twat. If you can’t do your fucking job, I will replace you with someone who can.”
“Yes, sir,” he said, biting his tongue against telling Redden exactly what he could do with the job. He and Trick both knew he hadn’t e-mailed the details. Trick was meticulous about staying on top of his work. If there had been an e-mail, he would have seen it, and he would have taken care of it.
“I’ll resend it now. Make sure you have it to the client by four. There are plenty of guys smarter than you who would love to work in your place. Don’t give me a reason to fire you.”
“Yes, sir,” Trick said again with a curt nod. He waited to be dismissed, which came with a flippant wave of Redden’s hand, before Trick turned and hurried back down the stairs to his desk.
He pulled up the program and got to work. As much as he hated his boss, Mrs. Bradley was a lovely woman. They’d spoken several times on the phone, and he knew the house she was building in the Hamptons was intended as a summer home for her grandchildren. She wanted it to be perfect, and Trick wanted it to be perfect for her.
“Fucked up again, didn’t you, Pat?” The name he hated more than Patrick dripped off Jasper’s tongue. Trick scowled up at Jasper’s slicked-back hair, the style reminiscent of a greasy used-car salesman.
Once again Trick bit his tongue. It was becoming more and more difficult not to lose his shit in the office. Jasper thought because he was the boss’s son, he could get away with whatever he wanted.
Scratch that. He could get away with whatever he wanted, and most days, he just wanted to be a dick. It was as though it was coded in his family’s DNA. Daddy dearest and his twin boys, Jasper and Leif, made up Redden and Sons, and in addition to designing beautiful homes, they preyed on Trick like lions singling out the wounded baby zebra.
“Excuse me, Jasper, I just need to finish—”
Jasper cut him off. “Not really sure why my dad keeps you around. Seems like you can’t do anything right.”
Trick ignored him and turned his attention back to the computer screen.
“Hey. Dipshit. I’m talking to you,” Jasper said, sliding a piece of paper in front of Trick’s screen, blocking his view.
Trick looked up at him, unimpressed. “What can I do for you, Jasper? Do you need something? Because your dad has asked me to—”
He interrupted once more. “I’m hungry.”
He sounded like a toddler.
“All right. Let me finish this up, and I’ll get you something to eat. What would you like?”
“A cheesesteak from Al’s. With extra cheese.”
Trick eyed his shiny forehead, then his belly, complete with the buttons close to bursting off his polyester-blend shirt. “You got it,” he said, grinning.
Edwin looked up and smiled. Estella Goodmaker, Paravale’s reigning Fairy Queen, did not return the smile.
Estella Goodmaker—also known as his boss.
Also known as his mother.
“Edwin,” she repeated, the twinkly glow of her tiara at odds with her stern look. “What’s this I hear about your struggles in Advanced Summoning?”
The smile slid off Edwin’s face. When his mother had called him to her office, he had hoped it would be for anything other than his current difficulties with the complexities of the fairy godparent curriculum.
He bit his lip and looked down at his hands. Underneath his skin flowed the blood of Estella Goodmaker, Erich Goodmaker, and generations of influential fairies throughout the history of Paravale. Somehow, some way, he should have the power to be an incredible fairy godfather, but he couldn’t even pass the Advanced Summoning certification.
“Edwin?” Estella’s voice had softened, and when he looked up, a crease had formed between her brows. She looked at him with concern.
Sighing, Edwin shrugged. “Mother, I… I’m trying, but I just cannot seem to grasp it.”
With a cluck of her tongue, Estella gestured with one hand. “What’s there to grasp? The vault is vast and well stocked. When one needs something from it, one simply summons it.”
Edwin wrinkled his brow in frustration. “It’s hard to concentrate on just one thing at a time, Mother—especially when there are so many other things to think about! Like the metallurgy competition or the combining of fairy dust with wish potion or the most recent foal to be born in the stables. My mind has a hard time focusing with so much going on.”
Estella tilted her head and gave him a thoughtful look. “I can see how being in Paravale can be distracting.”
“Yes, exac—wait, what?”
“Edwin, you’ve been working on your certifications for the fairy godparent position for years. You have top marks in your classes focusing on theory, history, and knowledge,” she said with a hint of pride. “Your practical skills, though….”
Edwin’s face twisted in a grimace. His shortcomings were practically an embarrassment at this point. Twenty-five years old and still unable to receive two of the five necessary certifications. Portalysis and Advanced Summoning were useful in the arsenal of ways of Paravale. Most fairy godparents had already gone into their training practicum by now. Definitely all Goodmakers had been there by that point.
“I try, and I practice, but….” Edwin gave a helpless shrug.
“I know you practice, but classroom practicing can only serve its purpose to a limited extent.” Estella slid something across the surface of her prismatic crystal desk. “Here, these are for you.”
“What’s this?” Edwin reached for the small folder. After opening it, he saw a printout of white paper, a metal key, and several smaller green papers he recognized from one of his classes—Humanology—as currency in some parts of the mortal realm. Squinting at the white paper, he read “One Way” at the top. He gave his mother a curious look. “I don’t understand.”
“I’ve spoken with your instructors, and I’ve decided your training will be best served in the mortal realm.”
Edwin’s brows shot up. The mortal realm? But… “I haven’t yet received my certifications.”
“Yes, that’s true.” Estella nodded. “Which is why you’ll be going there with your current set of skills and learning in the realm of mortals. It’s my belief your presence among them should give you a better understanding of their needs and what is expected of a fairy godparent. It’s important you understand not just the ways of fairy godparents, but also the ways of the mortals whom you are seeking to help.”
Glancing down at the gray folder, Edwin ran his hand over the smooth surface. This was the first time he’d heard of such an accommodation occurring. Then again, perhaps it had occurred before, and he’d never been privy to the information.
This opportunity, though, was not to be wasted.
He pulled out the white paper and smiled up at Estella. “I look forward to it, Mother. I’m sure there will be much I can experience in—” Edwin glanced down and read the first line. Kansas City to New York City. “—New York City.”
He recognized the name from Humanology, but… “New York City?” Edwin looked at his mother and tilted his head. “Is there a York City?”
With a soft chuckle, Estella shook her head fondly. “Oh, Edwin. You have so much to learn.”
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