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Trouble is;he's going to be 3 in ten days;and he's getting some seriously cold-blooded feet. He's pretty sure Princess Sleeping Beauty is The One. But his best man has some villain issues;his in-laws-to-be belong in a really special castle;and a smoking-hot lady biker named Lollie Bliss has him rethinking all this happily-ever-after stuff. Oh;and he may have accidentally put out a hit on his blushing bride. Oopsie.
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"More than f***ed-up. Demented. Hilarious." --Mario Acevedo;author of Werewolf Smackdown
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"A thoroughly fun read." --Nicole Peeler;author of the Jane True series
Elly smacked me in the back of the head with her wand and scowled. "Hush your mouth. I happen to know for a fact that fairytales do come true."
I rubbed the back of my neck. "Not this one. I don't love her and I never will." The wand rose again, but I danced away, nearly colliding with an overly well-endowed mannequin.
"Johnny, why do you want to marry her, then?" She paused to look down her long, pointed nose. "In a week."
"Ten days!" Ten days. Ten frogging days. "And you damn well know why. And don't call me Johnny. My name's Jean-Michel. Jean-Michel." How many times did I have to tell her that? I hesitated, considering my fairy godmother, a woman who'd spent the last twenty-two years of my life annoying me as much as fairyly possible. "Never mind. Are you sure she's the One?"
"What do you think of this? For your wedding tux?" Elly picked up a baby blue boutonnière from a rack of rainbow-colored boutonnières. "It matches your eyes."
Baby blue? Was she kidding me? If anything, my eyes were a manly indigo, maybe even sapphire, in the right light, with enough mead. "Don't change the subject," I said. "Are you sure Sleeping Beauty is the princess from the pond?" I shuddered, remembering my meeting with the sticky, drool-coated child. She'd broken my curse, sure, but what eight-year-old boy wanted his first kiss to be with a drooling, pint-sized princess? And it wasn't even a real kiss.
The girl had tried to eat me!
I had the scars from her tiny teeth on my forehead to prove it. Elly's voice drew me back to the present. "Of course I'm sure, Johnny." At my evil look she amended her words, "Jean-Michel."
"I mean, really, how many twenty-six-year-old blond princesses with a frog fetish could there be in the City?"
"What?!" I snatched the matching baby blue bow tie from her large, almost manly hands. "Are you saying that you don't know if this is my princess? Are you crazy?"
Elly patted my arm, leaving red welts on my olive skin. "Relax. I'm ninety-five percent sure." She hesitated, her head tilting to one side. I wasn't sure if she'd stroked out or was thinking. Either way, I didn't want to interrupt. "Eighty-seven percent, if we factor in her ... affliction."
Affliction, my ass. I had a term for the affliction where a healthy princess suddenly fell asleep at the drop of a tiara: laziness.
Ah, poor tired princess needed a nap.
What a hard burden to bear.
Her "affliction" didn't bother me much, though. After all, I'd spent the last thirty years of my life doing absolutely nothing worthwhile or even a tad bit noble.
Just the way I liked it.
"We'll know for sure if she's the One after we meet her this afternoon," Elly said with a smirk. "Now try this on." She handed me a black tuxedo made by none other than Geppetto. The fabric felt stiff, almost wooden, under my fingers, but I nodded and did as Elly ordered. Mainly out of fear.
My godmother packed one hell of a curse.
"I'll be waiting right here." She motioned to a tuffet next to the dressing room. Oh goody, I wanted to reply, but again, my survival skills kicked in.
I was in bad enough shape without adding another curse. The one I already had was plenty. It went something like: Poof, you're a frog. Shazam, a princess, albeit a slight one, gave you a kiss. Then, whammo, if you don't marry said princess on the day you turn thirty (which I would do in ten days), you'll be turned right back into a frog.
Or so Elly warned me at least ten times a day.
Hence my hasty marriage to the sleepy princess I'd never truly met, unless one counted that time she'd stuffed me in her mouth.
I heaved a sigh and adjusted the sleeve of the fashionable tuxedo jacket. The blackness of the tux suited my olive skin tone and jet-black hair that tickled my collar. Hair I kept longer than was in vogue. But what the hell. I was going to be hairless and a lot greener in a few days. I brushed back a wayward lock and smirked at the man in the mirror. "Mirror, mirror on the wall," I began. "Who is the finest damn prince of them all?" I didn't expect an answer, and was pleasantly surprised to hear:
"You are, sir."
I turned around, narrowly avoiding my servant, Karl, standing a hairsbreadth away. I stepped back and stifled a grin. Karl was all decked out like a jester in my royal colors of emerald and white. He wore a jewel-encrusted hat and bells on his slippers. The poor guy looked ridiculous, but by the pride on his face he was clueless as to how much. I grinned. Eagerness, loyalty, and stupidity were all traits to admire, especially in a servant.
For the last ten years, since my father hired him fresh out of the Butler Did It Academy, he'd kept all my secrets, large and small, lime and slimy. "I have your tunic and leggings, sir," Karl said, holding up a pair of avocado-colored leggings and an off-white tunic with a large "P" across the chest. As if the tights weren't bad enough.
"I'm not wearing that."
"But, sir, it's for your meeting with"—he lowered his voice—"the One. You have to look your best."
"I'm still not wearing it." I gave a slight laugh. "I don't care who I'm meeting. No man looks good in tights." Even a male specimen as perfect as myself. After all, poets wrote sonnets in my name while women swooned at the mention of my manliness. What could one lazy princess possibly take exception to?
"Forget it." I motioned to a rack of dinner jackets hanging like a little pig on a rotisserie. "We'll compromise. Go pick out a jacket and I'll wear it to meet the princess." I grabbed his arm as he turned to go. "Nothing green," I reminded him for the thousandth time. The very mention of the color sent chills down my spine. The taste of partially digested flies bubbled in the back of my throat, but I managed to swallow it down.
Karl nodded and practically danced across the room. I groaned. Marrying Beauty was becoming quite tedious. First, I had to beg her father, the king, for her hand, followed by the submission of proof of princelyship, in the form of three picture IDs and a long-form birth certificate. Hell, it was almost easier to hop across the New Never City border than spend five minutes with the tired chick.
I hoped all my trouble was worth it. If Beauty proved not to be the One, I was out of options. Still, the thought of marrying her or anyone, for that matter, grated on me. I should choose who to love. Who to marry. Who to frog for the rest of my days. Not some damn curse cast before I was even born.
"Suck it up." Elly swatted me with the pointy edge of her wand. "You'll get married. Settle down. Have some babies. And forget all this 'I don't want to marry her' nonsense. You'll see. She is the One, Johnny."
"Excuse me," said a woman standing next to Elly. She was young, maybe twenty, with auburn hair and a sweet cherub face.
I returned her smile, adding a wink for good measure. "Yes, luv?" I asked. "What can I do you for?"
She giggled prettily. Elly rolled her eyes. I waved off the annoying fairy godmother and took the young lady's hand. The warmth of her skin eased a bit of the tension lingering in my shoulders.
"Is it true?" she asked. "Are you really him?"
I nodded, bowing low. "Indeed. I am Jean-Michel La Grenouille."
Her eyes narrowed. "Who?"
"The Frog Prince, mademoiselle," I said in a perfectly affected French accent. "The Frog Pr—"
Before the last syllable left my mouth, the girl grabbed my neck and planted a kiss on my lips. Her mouth tasted of sugar and spice, but not a hint of wet dog or drool presented itself. A pity since my body reacted instantly, wanting more.
But she wasn't the One.
So after five hot minutes of saliva and groping, I gently pushed her away, damning the hack reporter from the New Never News who first reported on my "quest" for love's eternal kiss, an article nearly as poorly written as the recent exposé on a Cin City assassin with a fetish for flora I'd read this morning over my smiley face pancakes.
Ever since the story of my plight hit the airwaves, women practically attacked me in the street, longing to be the one who could save me from my greenish fate. Not that I minded the public displays of affection. A part of me liked to think that their attraction was due to my winning personality and stunning good looks, but the curse's promise of riches beyond compare might have had something to do with their interest.
"Sorry," I said to the girl as I wiped a string of slobber from my lips. She promptly burst into tears and ran from the shop, the imprint of my hand on the back of her skirt. I stared after her.
Feelings I rarely allowed to surface did just that. My life wasn't my own. It never had been, nor would it ever be. Not until I was finally free once and for all from this curse.
What if she wasn't the One?
I fingered the tie around my neck. This was it. I was about to meet my future bride, a woman who'd either ultimately save or destroy me. With the way my luck was running, my money was on the latter.
"Prince Jean-Michel La Grenouille." Karl announced my arrival in a shout.
"Who?" asked the crusty-faced butler.
"The Frog Prince," he began, and then quickly rushed on, "not that he's a frog. Or ever was a frog. He's just French. Not a frog!"
I closed my eyelids. Sometimes Karl went overboard in his quest to keep my past a secret. I couldn't blame him, though. My own father refused to accept my early tadpolehood, and instead claimed to anyone who'd listen that his son spent the first eight formative years of his life at charming school in France.
"I repeat, he's not a frog." Karl bowed low and motioned me into the room. "Never was."
I strode through the ornate doors of Sleeping Beauty's bedroom and grimaced. Not at the wasted opulence of the gold-plated ceiling or even the pink shag carpeting thick enough to drown a blind mouse, but at the woman sleeping on the silk sheets of a four-poster bed, the woman wearing enough flannel to make a lesbian jealous. Kinky flaxen curls sprang from her head in all directions, giving her the demented look of a troll after a visit to Fairy-Clips.
This was the One?
Elly must've read my hesitation because she grabbed my arm and tugged me deeper into the room. "Well hello," Elly called to the princess, who didn't seem to hear her. Instead, the princess let out a loud snore. "My lady." Elly tried again, adding a finger wave. "Yoo-hooo."
When we reached the edge of the bed the princess shot up and screeched like the Wicked Witch of the East after the fall of the housing market. I jumped back, nearly toppling over Elly, who now lay sprawled on the floor, her wings twisted underneath her.
"Wrong. Wrong. Wrong," Beauty shouted from her bed. "He did it all wrong."
I glanced around, unsure. Was Beauty sleepy and a wee bit crazy? The look on her face was a pretty good indication, but I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. It was the princely thing to do.
Helping Elly to her feet, I raised my hand for quiet. Of course, Beauty continued to scream, her pale face growing a splotchy red. The screeching sounded familiar, like that of the four-year-old girl from the pond. That made me less than pleased. I didn't want to marry this crazy woman.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelped after a particularly loud burst of squealing. Elly shushed me, and when that didn't work, she smacked me in the head with the sharp edge of her wand. I glared at her, but said no more.
"He did it wrong," Beauty complained again.
"Hush," chirped a voice from across the room.
Squinting into the harsh glare of sunlight drifting through the windows, I tried to place the voice. There, in the corner by the bookcase, a cockroach wearing a top hat and a monocle stood, arrogantly twirling an umbrella.
"My God. Jimmy?" Elly said in a whisper. "Is that you?"
"You know that ... thing?" I asked, nodding to the roach. Elly got around, sure, but a cockroach? Then again, who was I to judge? I was about to marry a cranky lesbian with bad hair. Did they make white flannel wedding gowns?
Elly leered at the roach and then turned to frown at me. "That's not a thing, but a who. Jimmy Cockroach. Marriage broker to the stars. If he doesn't find you suitable to marry Beauty ..." Ever the drama fairy, Elly hesitated for a second before continuing, "We're screwed."
"A roach decides my fate?" I gave a bitter laugh. "You've gotta be messing with me."
Jimmy glared at me as if he'd overheard our heated exchange. Elly bowed low. "My apologies, Jimmy. JeanMichel's a bit nervous, as you can imagine. Meeting Princess Beauty has ... well, been a dream of his for a long time."
Now Elly got my name right?
"He did it wrong," Beauty repeated. "Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I won't marry him." She emphasized the "I won't" for good measure.
"What's she babbling about?" I asked the roach.
"There are rules, your lordship," he sneered. "Undeniable rules." His voice grew higher as he warmed to the topic. "In Beauty's tale, consistency is key. And you failed to follow the script. There will be no marriage. Not to you."
With that decree the little bastard jumped from the bookcase and disappeared into a hole in the wall. Beauty stopped whining and settled back against her pillow, a small satisfied smile hovering on her lips. "Have a nice life, loser," she sneered as she drifted off to sleep. A few seconds later a soft snore escaped her mouth.
"What the hell was that?" I spun to confront Elly.
"Shame on you, Johnny." Elly fanned her flushed face. The strong scent of gin wafted in the air between us. "Why, you broke the poor girl's heart. Now she'll never marry you and you'll turn back into a toad. Is that what you want? To give the ladies warts? She's the One, and you've ruined everything."
"A frog, not a toad," I reminded her. "What the hell happened anyway? What could I have possibly done so wrong? I didn't say a word to the chit, and yet, she called me a loser? Me? The frogging Frog Prince!"
Elly shook her head, sending her glittery silver hair bouncing in all directions. "It's not about what you said."
My brain began to ache. "Then what's her problem?"
Rolling her bloodshot eyes, Elly smashed her wand against the palm of her hand and glared. "Women want to be wooed. To be appreciated. To be wanted."
"Is that so?" I took a step toward Elly. "Sage relationship advice from a woman who's been married eight times. Thanks, but I'll pass."
Elly raised her eyebrow as well as her wand.
"Fine." I released a harsh breath. "I'll woo the chit."
"Too late." The roach reappeared, this time wearing a greatcoat with a ring around a rosy collar. "In Beauty's fable, her prince arrives and is stunned by her beauty, so much so that he drops to his knees." He tapped his cane against the floor. "You didn't. Hence you are not her prince. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have another applicant coming at three."
"This is ridiculous." I glared at the roach. "No one said anything about a cockroach, let alone some master script I'm supposed to follow." I lowered my voice to a dangerous level. "The king gave me his blessing to marry Princess Beauty last night. We will wed in ten days."
"Good luck with that." The roach snorted.
"Good day, sir." The little bastard spun on his Kenneth Cole heel and headed back toward the hole in the wall.
"Wait!" Elly yelled loud enough to wake the dead. Beauty let out another volley of snores. "Johnny will get it right. Give him another chance."
Jimmy checked the small watch on his antenna. "Fine. He has two minutes. Go!"
Who did this roach think he was dealing with? "I'm not dropping to my knees. Not for you or any man." I winced. That had sounded much better in my head. "You and your lazy princess can bite me." I nodded to Elly. "We're outta here."
I started to walk away, but inside I was seething. Beauty was the girl child from the pond. I was almost positive of it. She had the same golden hair and the same grape-colored eyes, and she smelled a little like wet dog. How many princesses could there be like that?
I couldn't just walk away. Not after I finally located my wayward princess. But I'd never bend, literally, to her will. I was the Frog Prince, damn it.
Elly's wand smashed into the back of my knee, and I dropped to the floor, grabbing at my throbbing limb. Manly tears burned my eyes, but I blinked them away. "What the hell did you do that for?" I yelled at the fairy godmother innocently picking lint from her dress.
"Do what, dear?" She batted her eyelashes.
I glared at her, a litany of curse words charged up my throat. But before I could utter a single one of them, a loud, choked gasp filled the room.
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Posted February 19, 2013
Take one froggy prince and a sleepy princess. Add in screwed up family members, a trashed fairy godmother, a matchmaking cockroach and an acrimonious yet strangely loyal manservant and you have the start to a really messed up story. Watch out Saturday Night Live, Ms. Kazimer may have you beat in the hilarious skit category.
First he was a frog and then he wasn't, but if he doesn't get his act in gear, he will be a frog again. Jean-Michel La Grenouille must find the woman that broke his froggy curse twenty-two years ago and he has only ten more days to accomplish it. His fairy godmother believes it is the stunning Sleeping Beauty. The prince has his doubt that the sleepy, flannel wearing woman is his One, but hey he needs to trust his wand welding granny.
At this point I usually write about the heroine in the story, but I can’t. There are more than one love interests in the story and they can be pretty much summed up in a few words…borderline psychotic, rude, whiney, with whips for tongues. They sometimes encompass one or ALL of those traits. When you think of princesses you think of loving, beauties with hearts of gold. Well in this convoluted fairy tale we visit the world of opposites. Oh how sweet it is!
I really can’t go off on the women of the story without pointing out that Jean-Michel, aka Kermit *insert snicker*, is not your normal handsome prince. He may be gorgeous, rich and at times charming, but all in all, to put it plain and simple, he is an asshat. He is egotistical, selfish, conceited and at times a complete idiot. Not your normal portrayal of a Disney type prince.
Kermit, needs to save Beauty. On a drunken night out with his ex-best buddy, it appears he may have put out a hit on his beloved. She is his last hope to remain human, so he sets out with his faithful manservant Karl, to find the hit man and to protect Beauty. Along the way he meets Lollie. She knocks him off out of his fancy Ferragamos. She is everything Beauty is not. She is awake…no wait, she is a lot like Beauty; vicious, gorgeous and a touch crazy. She’s perfect. Now all he has to do is fight his lustful feelings for Lollie, find the mysterious hit man, stop someone from killing him and then finally force himself down the aisle to marry his sleepy bride. Whew and all in less than 10 days. Easy-peasy!
First off I will say I loved the first in the series, Curses. Loved, loved, loved it! I only really, really, really liked Froggy Style. Ms. Kazimer’s humor was still amazing. She can write one line zingers like nobody’s business. Her writing is fast, quirky and is truly hilarious. How she can twist such long loved innocent fairy tales into this twisted perverse alternate universe, I will never know. So what happened to my love-fest you ask? I’m not really sure. I could be in a princess kind of mood, or I just didn’t click the whole 100% like last time. It’s more like 90%. I still had snort out loud moments, and the way she can tell a story is beautifully unique.
If you want a good hearty laugh, Froggy Style is for you. You cannot be easily offended though. No matter the sex, race, heritage, sexual orientation, height or even inability to grow hair; nothing is safe or sacred in the hands of Ms. Kazimer. She is brilliant in her ability to screw with everything and not take anything serious, except her ability to be seriously funny. This is a raunchy, light hearted, fun read. There is no meaning to life, heart pounding romance or insightful a-ha moments. I compared her to SNL skits above and I can’t say it enough. She would fit right in with that group and make everyone laugh. So, if you are uptight, staunchy, proper, snooty and just no fun to be around, you will not like this book. You have been warned! Otherwise, if you are like me, you’ll enjoy it for what it’s worth; a hysterical escape, with great adult humor and characters you are glad you don’t know in real life. They are downright scary at times!
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Posted March 8, 2013
Review Of Froggy Style By J.A. Kazimer
OMG, Froggy Style was just as PHENOMENAL as the first book in the series Curses!. Jean-Michel La Grenouille a.k.a. Kermit is such a
funny character. I can't tell you the amount of times I literally laughed out loud. Don't get me wrong Princess Sleeping Beauty Vaniteuse
and Lollie Bliss have some very funny things to say as well. I don't know how J.A. does it. She turns old fairy tale favorites into one heck
of a hysterical story. She is a comic genius when she puts paper to pen (or fingers to keyboard....lol).
Jean-Michel is called the Frog Prince. When he was younger her was cursed and turned into a frog. When he was eight years old a
young girl came and quite by accident broke his curse. Or so we think until some odd years later we find out that his curse will rear it's
ugly head again when he turns thirty unless he marries the same girl who broke his curse, the ONE who is destined to be his ONE.
Like most ruggedly handsome prince's Jean-Michel has been spending his time romancing all the fair damsel's he can find and, is of
course, reluctant to marry Beauty but self-preservation wins out and he will do it, if it keeps him from turning back into a frog.
Princess Beauty spends most of her days sleeping and when she is not she spends that time chasing away would be suitors. To her,
Jean-Michel is one more unwanted proposal. At every turn she does anything and everything to try and dissuade him from going through
with their marriage.
In between all that is going on enters Lollie Bliss a Tattoo Artist at The Rose. When Jean-Michel enters her tattoo parlor he finds she is
everything that makes him salivate with wanting. He will do anything and everything just to have her in his bed but that prize is hard won.
In the midst of his conquest of Lollie he needs her help in calling off the hit he put out on Beauty (quite by accident) during a drinking
binge he had the night before with his old friend R.J. Stiltskin. As in all great stories nothing goes right for our handsome prince and his
hot cohort (or is she....lol).
There is SO much more I want to say but I feel it would totally ruin the story for everyone. J.A. Kazimer, in my opinion, has another great
hit on her hands. I am so looking forward to the next book in her Series. On a scale from 1-10 I give Froggy Style a GIGANTIC 20. It is off
my scale but that is a testament to the high caliber of story telling that J.A. gives to her readers. If you are looking for an insanely funny
story, mishaps, froggy puns, or just an all around great story then I urge you to pick up a copy Of Froggy Style By J.A. Kazimer. Let
Jean-Michel, Sleeping Beauty, and Miss Lollie Bliss take you on the best adventure that even Jean-Michel's money can't buy....lol. For
those who haven't read the first book in the series Curses! while you are out picking up book two you should also grab yourself a copy of
book one. I hope you enjoy both these books as much as I do.
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Posted April 21, 2013
Reviewed by Anne Boling for Readers' Favorite
I grew up reading fairy tales and day dreaming that I was the princess. Most fairy tales had a moral or warning and ended with a happily ever after. The old fairy tales are appealing because we all want to think there will be a happily ever after. J. A. Kazimer offers readers a new look at fairy tales. He has intended the book for adults. “Froggy Style” is the story of the Frog Prince waiting for a kiss of a princess to break the spell cast on him. He was surprised to discover the princess was a very young child. When he finally got the sloppy kiss he turned back in to a prince - an eight year old prince. Twenty two years later he must once again find the princess before he turns back into a frog. Jean-Michel is much more of a frog than a prince charming.
J. A. Kazimer has re-created a fairytale more mature than the one we grew up with. This tale is a bit mischievous and extremely crafty. The characters are fun and each has a unique personality. The Frog Prince is more than a little struck on himself. The Fairy God Mother tends to be a bit of a lush but she is fun and shows up when she is desperately needed. The thought of the princess wearing flannel PJ’s had me laughing out loud. Let’s face it; we all want to be a princess but we all prefer comfy flannel PJ’s. We look for our prince charming but often get a frog prince. This is an entertaining read which ADULTS will enjoy.
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Posted May 5, 2014
Humorous fairy tale retelling
*Book source ~ A review copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
Prince Jean-Michel Grenouille spent the first eight years of his life as a frog until the day a slobbery four-year-old princess came along to his pond and tried to eat him. It wasn’t exactly a kiss, but it worked to turn him back into a boy. Fast forward to a few weeks before his 30th birthday and he must marry his One or turn back into a frog. Forever. His drunken fairy godmother insists that Beauty is his One even with her sleeping problem and nasty attitude, so the wedding is planned. But when Jean-Michel goes out with his cousin RJ for his bachelor party he accidentally, while quite drunk, hires a hit man to kill Beauty. Oops. He may not want to wed the slobbery sleepy Beauty, but he doesn’t want to be a frog for the rest of his life either. Now, he must stop a hit man and resist the beautiful Lollie Bliss he meets while searching for said hit man. If Beauty is supposed to be his One then why does he feel as if Lollie is the one he should marry? Poor Jean-Michel. He’s got some serious problems including his tendency to croak at the most inopportune time and his extreme dislike of the color green. Is he doomed to a lily pad forever or will he get things sorted out? Curses are such inconvenient things.
Book 2 in the F***ed Up Fairy Tale series is definitely not for reading to the children. This fairy tale retelling is funny and entertaining, but I didn’t find it quite as good as the first one. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a wild ride with laugh out loud moments and total creativeness regarding the fairy tale rewriting, but there was something missing and I tend to think it was the whole assassin thing that seemed off. It didn’t make a lot of sense, but then when do drunken actions make sense? Anyway, I did enjoy myself and look forward to Book 3, so if you want an afternoon of light-hearted entertainment then I suggest picking this one up.