Magical Midlife Misadventures Paranormal Women's Fiction by Jennifer L. Hart ➱ Series Sales Tour with Giveaway
Over the Faery Hill
Magical Midlife Misadventures Book 1
by Jennifer L. Hart
Genre: Paranormal Women's Fiction
A mountain of regrets. A bargain with a mischievous faery. Could tinkering with her past create a better future?
Joey Whitmore longs to escape her dead-end world. Facing a midlife crisis at age forty-two and still living with her mother, getting fired from yet another job is the proverbial last straw. So when a fae trickster in human guise offers a chance at changing her history, she figures there’s nothing left to lose.
Though skeptical of his magic, Joey accepts the sly prince’s enchanted hourglass and begins a reckless journey back in time. But as she tries to act as her own fairy godmother and reverse her mistakes, her blundering interference causes a chain of catastrophic consequences.
Will Joey’s attempts to alter her deadbeat destiny end up erasing her entire existence?
Over the Fairy Hill is the first entry in the Magical Midlife Misadventures paranormal women’s fiction series. If you like relatable characters, paranormal twists, and laugh-out-loud humor, then you’ll love Jennifer L. Hart’s endearing tale.
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The Fae Side of Forty
Magical Midlife Misadventures Book 2
She made a bargain with a fae prince...but how high is the price?
Joey Whitmore has learned her lesson when it comes to magic—it just isn’t worth the toll. Her plan is to keep her nose clean and enjoy midlife to the fullest. Margarita Mondays, Taco Tuesdays, the works. But when the fae prince appears to call in his favor, Joey has no choice but to live up to the bargain she made and leave Wine Wednesday in her wake.
The ruse is simple. Play Robin’s mortal fiancé in exchange for wiping the slate clean. But the more she learns about the tricksy fae bachelor, the more Joey becomes convinced that the fae prince is hiding something…something that only magic can illuminate. Does Joey have what it takes to untangle herself from the fae or will she lose herself to them forever?
The Fae Side of Forty is the second entry in the Magical Midlife Misadventures paranormal women’s fiction series. If you like relatable characters, magical twists, and laugh-out-loud humor, then you’ll love Jennifer L. Hart’s endearing tale.
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Book 1 Over the Faery Hill
I scrolled down through the listings, many of which were seasonal and wouldn’t start back up until spring. All of the nearby ski resorts were full up and things like ziplining and rafting were definitely warm weather-based. Plus, with my bum wrist, it wasn’t like I could tackle anything uber physical.
Story of my life.
Irritated, I snapped the laptop shut and stared out the window, massaging the ache in my wrist more out of habit than any real pain. My mother was right. At my age, not knowing what I wanted to be when I grew up was just plain sad.
Maybe because the one thing I had truly wanted to be had been taken away from me at sixteen. My gaze fell on the 1st place ribbons, the trophies and newspaper clippings on the built-in bookcase across the way. Artistic gymnastics, first place. Six years running. A photo of me in midair, doing a back handspring off the balance beam. The headline read—Local gymnast is heading for Olympic glory.
It had been more than hope though. It had been my whole life for as long as I could remember. Fate might as well have minced up to me, cracked her gum in my face, and said, “Sorry, Joey. No gold medal for you. How about a lifetime of scraping by instead?” I’d been groping for a purpose ever since.
***
“Diet. Starts. First. Thing. Tomorrow,” I huffed as I slogged ever upwards. My Olympic hopeful self would have kicked my middle aged-kiester if she could see my sorry state. I was breathing so hard that I didn’t notice the point when I crested the hill. I did however notice when the road came to an abrupt halt by dead-ending at a massive oak. I paused and took in my surroundings.
“Hello? Is anyone here?” I scanned frantically for any signs of human habitation but nothing. No vehicle, no cute little cottage, or newly finished mansion. At that point, I would have given my left boob for the dreaded yurt.
Was that want ad some sort of joke? If so, it might prove to be deadly.
“What sort of sick bastard—?”
“Hey, what’s all the shrieking about?” A male voice said from above me.
I craned my neck and locked gazes with a pair of brilliant blue eyes for the second time that day. “Robin Goodfellow?”
“In the flesh.” He smirked as though it was some sort of joke. He stood on a platform that jutted out from the trunk of the tree about thirty feet above my head and was leaning over the railing, peering down at me.
“Joey Whitmore, right? The woman who wants to change October 3rd, 1996. What are you doing here?”
Odd that he remembered the date. Then again, meeting me was probably the strangest part of his day. “My”–behemoth gas guzzler—“car died.”
“I recall.” The lines around his eyes crinkled with amusement. “You look cold. Hold on a sec, I’ll be right down.”
“Okay,” I said because really, what else was I going to say?
The sound of footsteps came from inside the tree. And then a door shaped like an upside-down acorn that I hadn’t even realized was there swung inward. He appeared, silhouetted by an amber glow. “Come on in.”
Something was unsettling about Robin Goodfellow. He seemed amused like there was a private joke and he was the only one in on it. Deep-seated instinct warned that I would be an idiot to trust him.
***
“So, you admit you want to kiss me then?”
I didn’t see any point in denying it. “Yes.”
He unfurled from his casual pose and stalked closer. “And what makes you think I want to help you?”
“Because you could have been curb-boosting me all day. You gave me little trips around town and stayed with me, even when I lashed out at you. And you defended young Joey when I would have made verbal mincemeat out of her. I think you are invested in the outcome of my journey. I think you want me to succeed.”
He shook his head. “Lamb, you are delusional. I live only for the bargain, whether it succeeds or fails.”
“Then why do you want me to kiss you so badly?” I held my breath, waiting for his answer.
His eyes glowed in the dim light. “I couldn’t say.”
I wondered if that meant he didn’t know. At first, I thought he just wanted to push my buttons, to make me squirm since that was the fae prince’s MO. But I was beginning to believe that Robin was hanging around with me, not because I was one of his bargain biddies, but because he actually liked me.
Book 2 The Fae Side of Forty
I debated if it was a good idea to involve Darcy for so long that someone tapped me on the shoulder. A familiar lilting Welsh voice murmured in my ear.
“Lamb, are you almost done stalling? We’re on a bit of a schedule.”
I whirled around to face the fae prince. “Robin. You’re here.”
“For a limited time only.” He inclined his head. “No need to thank me for saving the exuberant mortal imp from having all her teeth knocked out.”
“Because I should never thank a fae?” I asked.
“That’s one reason. There is no sound more abhorrent than the scream of a human child.” He studied me. “Is that what you’re wearing?”
I looked down at my black and aqua hoodie worn over a black tank and black stretch pants. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“It’s not exactly bride wear.”
***
“Lamb?” A voice said from behind me. “Are you hurt?”
“Only my pride.” I rolled over and glared up at the fae. “Robin? Did you just trip me?”
“Don’t be daft.” He held out a hand and after a moment’s hesitation, I took it, allowing him to pull me to my feet.
“Then what did I…?” My voice faded out as I stared at the dislodged solar lamp that had somehow appeared between one thought and the next. A few steps ahead, another one glowed. Then another. They trailed around the walkway just as I’d imagined. “That’s funny, I was just thinking that getting some of those lamps would be neat.”
“Were you then?” Robin’s gaze narrowed. “Were you thinking or were you wishing?”
“What’s the difference?” I frowned up at him.
He took my hand in his and then examined my scraped palms. “Thought might be something idle, a notion there and gone. But a wish, a wish takes vision, imagination. If you can see, it can be.”
My lips parted. He’d said that to me once before, back when I’d been trying to become my own faery godmother and learning how magic worked. “So what, you’re reading my thoughts somehow?”
He shook his head. “I don’t have that power.”
I thrust my index finger toward the lit cottage. “Then how do you explain that?”
He took a deep breath and forced out the words as though they hurt him to say. “Lamb, I don’t have my magic anymore, because you have it.”
I blinked. “It?”
“My magic. All of it. Out of the two of us, Joey Whitmore, you’re the only one who could have made this happen.”
****
His hand crept up and lay over the top of mine, entwining our fingers. A glance at his face stole my breath. He stared down at our joined hands and his eyebrows pulled together tightly.
“You look baffled,” I said.
“Explain this to me.” he all but ordered.
“What?” I asked, a bit breathless. That electrical connection flowed between the two of us yet again.
“This need I have to touch you.” He frowned. “It’s not sexual. At least not entirely. But it’s a want that I find I can’t ignore. And when I do touch you like this….”
I held my breath, almost afraid to hear what he was going to say.
“It eases something within me.” He looked up. “Can you explain what it is?”
“It’s companionship. Caring. Affection.” I bit my lip. “Don’t you ever just enjoy being with someone, Robin?”
“Just you,” he murmured. “Only ever you.”
Do you have a favorite 90s movie?
A trip through time…
Joey Whitmore makes a bargain with Robin Goodfellow so she can travel back to 1996 to prevent the accident that ruined her gymnastics career. The idea of sending Joey back to the 90s was born out of my and my best friend’s griping about missing the music and movies that came out while we were in high school. In my senior year, I worked in a video store. (Yeah, I’m that old ;-)) I have to admit, most of my favorite movies came from the 90s. Clueless, Practical Magic, Ever After, Titanic, Happy Gilmore.
USA Today bestselling author Jennifer L. Hart writes about characters that cuss, get naked, and often make poor but hilarious life choices. A native New Yorker, Jenn now lives in the mountains of North Carolina with her imaginary friends. Her works to date include the Damaged Goods mystery series and the Magical Midlife Misadventures.
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