Muddled magic. Missing faeries. She’s having one spell of a day at work…
Saffron Sawyer aspires to rise from the magical world’s bottom rung. But when her wish to join the renowned Office of Faery Godmothers is granted, bullies make her first day on the job unbearable. And to add to her misery, she discovers that someone is abducting her coworkers one-by-one.
Desperate to prevent another kidnapping, she scrambles to piece together the clues. After teaming up with the handsome and powerful Devil’s Advocate, she uncovers a strange connection between the disappearances and her lowly former gig. But when Saffron learns her promotion was only a ploy, she vows to ruin the devious plan.
Can Saffron muster enough magic to trap the villain before she’s sacked or stolen?
Wishful Thinking is the first book in the refreshingly original How To Be The Best Damn Faery Godmother in the World (or Die Trying) urban fantasy series. If you like determined heroines, enchanting spins on old tales, and clever twists and turns, then you’ll love Helen Harper’s captivating story.
Buy Wishful Thinking to watch a spunky sprite strut her stuff!
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The monster was bloody massive. Despite the soupy fog surrounding us, his features were still clear. His angry red eyes glowed, almost laser sharp in their intensity, while his green skin glistened wetly in the drizzle. He opened his mouth, jaws yawning wide. The roar which ensued just after was in equal measures ferocious and terrifying. I beamed proudly.
The bolder of my three trainees raised his hand. Normally, I wouldn't countenance questions in the middle of a client session. For now, however, I'd allow it. I had a few seconds to spare and I was feeling generous.
I nodded towards him. 'Yes?'
He swallowed. 'Isn't it rather derivative? I mean, giving him green skin and all. It's not very original.'
The kid deserved to go to the top of the class. I snapped my fingers at him. 'Exactly! It's not supposed to be innovative. You have to ensure that you are creating something which is connected in some way to reality. If you stray too far and let your imagination run riot, then you run the risk of either at worst turning your client psychotically crazy or at best making him completely dismiss your conjuration and forget about what he's seen.' I pointed at the hunched over figure in the doorway. 'If he can believe that his own mind created that monster, then you'll have more success in your endeavours.'
'I thought that as dope faeries we are supposed to give them the best trip possible.'
'We are.' I explained further. 'And the best trip possible is the one that your client can believe in. To a certain extent anyway. You can't give them more than their own minds can cope with. When Duncan Smith here properly sobers up, he'll believe that the mushrooms he ate were fantastic. He'll think that he hallucinated a monster akin to the Incredible Hulk because last week he saw part of the film when he sneaked into the local cinema. He'll be more inclined to have mushrooms again, instead of progressing to harder substances which will only lead to his eventual demise. And,' I gestured to his expression, 'he'll continue to enjoy himself.'
All three trainees stared at Duncan's glazed expression. His mouth was indeed curved up into a goofy smile, with his tongue lolling out happily. The trail of drool curling down from his bottom lip was somewhat off-putting but fairly par for the course.
'Is the boogeyman coming?' Duncan whispered.
I knelt down next to his ear. 'The boogeyman is here, Duncan.'
'No.' He shook his head. 'The other one. The real one.'
'What's he talking about?' asked Sarah, the only female out of the three of them.
I shrugged. 'Probably a previous hallucination which he's confusing with this one.' I held my index finger up to my mouth, indicating that they should stop talking. 'Now be quiet. You can't leave your conjurations alone for too long or ...'
I didn't manage to finish speaking. The green monster, irritated at being left on its own, snarled loudly and stomped forward, shoving me out of the way. The thing didn't realise its own strength. I went flying, smacking with a painful thud into a nearby brick wall. While I picked myself up, feeling somewhat dazed, the monster lunged for Duncan, grabbing him by the collar and hefting him up.
'What do we do?' Sarah screamed.
I dragged myself up to my feet. 'Stay back,' I said calmly. 'That's what you do.'
I raised my right hand up into the air and twirled my dope faery wand three times. Initially, nothing seemed to happen. Then, however, there was a scuttling sound. The three trainees drew back. That was a wise decision. The scuttling sound grew louder and louder until it was almost a deafening roar. While the green monster craned its head down, prepared to quite happily gnaw on Duncan's exposed neck, from the shadows, hundreds of tiny creatures suddenly appeared. Each one was about the size of my thumb and each one was charging towards the monster. Some wore kilts; some wore suits of armour; some were completely naked. They all carried weapons, however, and they were all directed at Duncan's monster. Within scant seconds they swarmed up its body, engulfing it until it was no longer visible. Duncan fell to the ground, landing badly on his side. I winced. He'd have an inexplicably painful bruise when he woke up tomorrow morning. I rubbed at my spine. He wasn't the only one.
I raised my hand once again and twirled it anti-clockwise this time. The tiny army vanished. A split second later so did the monster.
I shook out my hair, brushed off the dirt from my t-shirt, and turned to my cowering trio. 'So,' I said with a smile, 'what can you learn from that episode? Dean?'
He ran a shaky hand through his hair and blinked at me. 'Er ... stay on your guard at all times?'
I nodded. 'Yes. What else?'
Sarah swallowed. 'Keep a close rein on your incantations.'
'Yes.' I cast a glance at Duncan. Mild confusion was reflected in his face but he didn't appear unduly perturbed by his near brush with death. 'Although you can easily control whatever you conjure up, if you become distracted then disaster can ensue.' My tone darkened. 'Make no mistake. Serious injury and even death can and does occur. We are already dealing with vulnerable clients. The last thing you want to do is make their lives worse than they already are.' I stepped out of the shadows so that Duncan would finally notice my presence, and knelt down in front of him. 'How are you feeling, Duncan?' I asked softly.
His dilated pupils fixed on me. 'Good.' He frowned. 'Great, in fact.' He stared at me more closely. 'Do I know you?'
'I'm a friend,' I told him.
'Ah.' He bobbed his head in understanding. 'Did you see the monster too?'
'I did.' I smiled at him. 'It was pretty scary.'
'I wasn't scared,' he quickly declared. 'Monsters don't scare me.'
I patted him on the shoulder. 'Good for you. I'll see you around.'
'Be careful,' he muttered. 'You don't want to get hurt.' He lifted his feet, using them to push himself against the wall. Then he began to fumble in his pockets for a cigarette. I left him to it. My work, at least as far as Duncan was concerned, was done for now.
'What happens,' Sarah asked, 'if he does move onto more potent drugs? Will he still be your client then?'
'Yes.' I sighed. 'But the hallucinations I create will affect him more deeply. It will become harder to maintain control over his moments of lucidity. Some clients manage to pull back from that. Some don't. You can nudge them towards the right path but you can't choose it for them.' I touched my chest. 'That sort of motivation has to come from within.'
All three of the trainees looked rather dubious. Dean's colour still hadn't returned to his cheeks. It wasn't easy starting out. They'd learn soon enough though.
'Will he remember us?' Dean asked.
I shook my head. 'The memory magic covers you as well as me.
He won't remember a thing.'
All three of them looked relieved at that. They were clearly still nervous about their new jobs. I smiled sympathetically. 'It's not glamorous being a dope faery,' I told them. 'A lot of other faeries in other professions will look down on you. But make no mistake about it. You are giving some small amount of joy to your clients. What they then do with that afterwards is up to them.'
'He doesn't look very joyful,' Dean pointed out.
That was the trouble with specialised language, I reflected. Unless you were in the loop, it rarely made sense. 'When I say joy in this context,' I said, 'I'm actually referring to a number of possible emotions. All positive and all with the potential to lead to genuine joy, as you understand it.' I thought a little more about it before continuing, choosing my words carefully so that my three students would grasp my actual meaning. 'In Duncan's case it's about bravery. He's too scared to pick himself up and move on from the trauma that put him in this position. I've been working with him for months to build up his confidence. Last year he wouldn't have been able to cope with a monster such as the one I just conjured up. It's taken a lot to get him to this point. Being a dope faery isn't only about giving your clients happy drug dreams. It's about giving them the tools they might need to survive beyond this existence.' I waved a hand around to illustrate my point.
'It's a lot more complex than I'd realised,' Sarah said, as much to herself as to anyone else.
'You'll grasp the ins and outs more quickly than you think,' I told her. Then I smiled at them all. 'Let's head home to Colchester and clock off. You can spend the evening remembering that, no matter what anyone else tells you, this is a great job and you'll gain immense satisfaction from it.'
* * *
'I fucking hate my job.' I gazed morosely into my beer. 'Three hours I've spent in crappy rain with crappy clients and crappy trainees.' I gestured towards my hair. 'You do realise that no amount of conditioner is going to calm down this frizz now, right?'
Harry grinned at me. 'I think the frizz kind of suits you.'
'I'm telling the truth. It makes you look like a poodle.'
I looked up from my drink and stared at him.
'A very cute poodle,' he said.
I snorted. Most other faeries were blessed with perfect locks and unblemished skin. I, on the other hand, had the sort of hair which wouldn't look out of place on a circus clown and I was prone to repeated acne break outs. No-one ever said life was fair.
'Anyway,' Harry said, 'you're ridiculously good at your job. You take it seriously and you help out lots of people. Very few of your clients have died from overdoses.' He paused. 'You won employee of the month three times in a row! So stop whinging about it. You're just having a bad day.'
'More like a bad year,' I muttered. I took a swig of my drink and sighed. 'Alright. I don't really hate my job. I'm just bored as hell.'
'Isn't that why your boss has been giving you all those trainees?' Harry asked. 'To keep you on your toes?'
I grimaced. 'Jacob is trying to keep me busy. I'm sure he thinks that I want his job. The last thing I want, however, is more sodding dope faery paperwork. I don't want to be sat behind a desk. I want to be out there,' I gestured aimlessly in front of me, 'helping people.' Not to mention being the best dope faery there was. That went without saying.
'You do help people.' Harry scratched at an old scab on the back of his hand. 'And at least you don't have to hang around waiting for it to rain like I do. This dry spell we've been having is driving me nuts. I've not been able to create any decent rainbows since April. And even then I was told the last one I made wasn't good enough because my blues were too insipid. Blues by their very nature are insipid!'
I gave him a commiserative look. 'You've still not been given the London contract then?'
'No.' He grunted in irritation. 'The dippy twins have it instead. And that's only because their uncle is Philip Vasterson.'
My mouth curved into a sympathetic smile. 'Remember when we were students and we created FAN? We should never have abandoned it.'
'We didn't have much choice in the matter,' Harry reminded me. ' Besides, 'Faeries Against Nepotism was never going to gain any traction when all the powers that be enjoy their position because of that very nepotism. We were young and optimistic and now we're tired and over-worked. This is how it will be until we retire, draw our pensions and then drop dead immediately after.' His eyes danced. 'So we should forget about our jobs and just party harder.' He clinked his glass against mine and drained it dry. 'Let's do shots. Then clubbing. And maybe a kebab before a quick vomit into the nearest drain.'
I smirked. 'That's very tempting. But I've been called into for an early meeting tomorrow. I have no idea what Jacob wants but I reckon I'll need a clear head. Especially if he's going to call me out for making that client last walk into the lake last week. He doesn't realise that it was a carefully planned operation designed to help my boy get over his fear of water. If he thinks that he can give me an official warning for almost drowning the man then he's got another thing coming.'
'You go, girl.' He nudged me. 'You see? You do care about your job.'
'Of course I care about it.' I sighed. 'I'm still bored though.'
'Only one shot then. Vodka.'
I couldn't deny that I was tempted. I shook my head firmly. 'No. There have been whispers that there's a new task force being created to deal with people who are taking that synthetic drug that's recently come onto the streets. I think it's called Wings.' I shrugged. 'Anyway, if it does come about I want to be the one to head it up. I've got the experience and the expertise.'
Harry raised an eyebrow. 'Not to mention the ambition.'
This was a conversation we'd had many times. 'Why have dreams if you're not willing to work to achieve them?'
'Saffron, your dream isn't to head up the Wings task force.'
My mouth twisted. 'No, it's not. But right now it's about all I've got that's achievable.' I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. 'I'll see you later.'
'Count on it.'
* * *
Jacob wasn't a bad boss. In fact, I rather respected and admired him. He ran a tight ship and didn't take fools gladly. Admittedly, he had a disturbing penchant for implementing new initiatives from his various middle management training courses with unbridled enthusiasm, regardless of whether they were smart ideas or not. Unfortunately, I couldn't fault him for possessing the same ardent desire to do well that I did. I simply wished I had more opportunities to shine. Modesty aside, it was all very well being a big fish in a small pond but I was quickly running out of room.
'Take a seat, Saffron.' Jacob pointed at the chair in front of his desk. 'Thank you for coming in so early. I know you had a busy day yesterday.'
'It wasn't too bad.'
'Your trainees were impressed. You've done a good job of firing them up. Not ever faery wants to come to this department. We can always count on you to show the newbies what things are really like. The magic you weave with them as well as with your clients is nothing short of wonderful. Complex tapestries shot with gold. That's what you do.'
I frowned at him. Jacob wasn't normally prone to flowery language. Neither did he tend towards effusive compliments. Something was definitely up. 'I do what I've been told to do,' I said slowly.
'And you do it very well. Lots of other dope faeries look up to you.'
His expression was remarkably earnest. That had me worried. 'Alright,' I said, 'enough already. What's this actually about?'
His nose wrinkled. 'This department was never your first choice.' 'No.'
'You applied to the luck faeries, I believe?'
I nodded. I was growing more suspicious by the second.
'And the dream faeries?'
'Yes. What of it?'
Jacob ignored my question. 'On three occasions, you also applied to the faery godmothers. You were not long listed.'
I tilted my head. 'Is this your attempt to tell me that I was lucky to get any kind of job at all?'
His gaze was steady. 'No. It's my attempt to tell you that we saw your potential even if the other departments did not. You do good work here, Maisie. If you remain on this trajectory, you could head up the entire department one day.'
There was definitely a 'but' coming. I folded my arms.
Jacob sighed. 'An opening has come up in another department. They have suggested that you would be a good fit. They would like to interview you.'
I stared at him. 'Me?'
He sniffed. 'It's far from ideal. You'll go right back down to the bottom of the heap. You'll have all sorts of new things to learn and you'll be considerably older than any of the other new starts. It might seem appealing but you have to remember that not all that glitters is gold.'
'Which department?' I asked.
'Just because somewhere has a good reputation doesn't mean that it's actually going to be an amazing place to work. And just because they've asked for you to attend an interview doesn't mean that you'll get the position.'
'Jacob, which department?'
His mouth moved and the words came out but for some strange reason I couldn't actually hear him. What he said did not compute.
'I'm sorry,' I said. 'I didn't catch that. Which department?'
He remained calm but there was an odd glint in his eye. 'The same one you applied to three times. The supposed top of the faery tree.' A hint of sourness coloured his tone.
'The faery godmothers?' I asked stupidly. 'The faery godmothers have asked for me?'
'You don't have to do it,' he said. 'You don't have to attend the interview.'
I was already on my feet. 'When?' I asked, my blood fizzing in delight at the very thought. 'Where?'
Jacob's mouth tightened. 'Their Assistant Director would like to talk to you as soon as possible. In fact she's waiting outside. She'll interview you here. You don't have to use the Metafora to transport yourself to their building. She is,' Jacob added darkly, 'a remarkably humourless person.'
My feet were already propelling me towards the door. Why hadn't I put on smarter clothes this morning? Damn it. There was no time to go and change. I didn't want to give the faery godmothers the chance to change their mind. They'd asked for me. For me. This might turn out to be the best day of my entire life. 'Thank you, Jacob! Thank you so much!'(Continues…)
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Wishful Thinking by Helen Harper is an awesome story to read. This is book number one in this awesome start to a brand new series that I have loved reading. I highly recommend this story to everyone who loves reading about magic and fantasy. I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.
This book is the first book that I have read by this author. I really enjoyed this book and the fact that there are dope fairies is hilarious to me. Saffron is an amazing character and how she doesn't let anyone bully her and turns it around on them, throughout the book. Because she is not accepted as a fairy godmother, because of her heritage. But Saffron isn't selected to be a fairy godmother because of her skills, she is selected to be bait, as she finds out after she gets the job. She discovers that some of the fairy godmothers have been kidnapped, so she decides that she will solve the case and then hopefully she will be accepted as a fairy godmother. In the process she meets the Devils Advocate, who everyone seems to be afraid of, but Saffron talks to him normally, which he seems to like. He is also investigating the missing godmothers, so him and Saffron join forces to solve the crime together. There are a few twists and turns that you don't see coming, which makes this a really great read. This book is well written and thoroughly enjoyable, I'm looking forward to the next instalment to see what Saffron can gets up to. I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.
Muddled magic. Missing faeries. She’s having one spell of a day at work… Saffron Sawyer aspires to rise from the magical world’s bottom rung. But when her wish to join the renowned Office of Faery Godmothers is granted, bullies make her first day on the job unbearable. And to add to her misery, she discovers that someone is abducting her coworkers one-by-one. Desperate to prevent another kidnapping, she scrambles to piece together the clues. After teaming up with the handsome and powerful Devil’s Advocate, she uncovers a strange connection between the disappearances and her lowly former gig. But when Saffron learns her promotion was only a ploy, she vows to ruin the devious plan. Can Saffron muster enough magic to trap the villain before she’s sacked or stolen? This was such a fun read. I don't think I stopped smiling once. Definitely puts a whole new outlook on the fairy godmother stereotype. Wonderful well written characters that was so much fun to read about. Love the plot and story line as it is very engaging. Can't wait to read more of these and see what the author has in store for us next. Recommend reading. I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.
Magic and mystery mix in this romp that delves into the day to day life of a newly minted Faery Godmother. What seems to be a dream job turns out to be nothing like it seems as our heroine discovers far more than she bargained for from day one. I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.
Wishful Thinking (How To Be The Best Damn Faery Godmother In The World (Or Die Trying) #1) by Helen Harper is a smart and sweet fairytale/cozy mystery. Saffron Sawyer is sharp and determined and I simply adore her. Saffron is the best at what she does but wants to become a Faery Godmother. She has the right stuff but not the right pedigree. When she is given the chance to become a Faery Godmother she is determined to be the best damn Faery Godmother in the world (or die trying). Join Saffron as she and the Devil’s Advocate join forces to find the missing and show that just because she wasn’t born with a silver wand doesn’t mean she wasn’t born to do the job. I really enjoyed this story and am really looking forward to the next installment in this series.
This was lot of fun to read! It's engrossing and entertaining, the characters are well written and the plot keeps you hooked till the end. I appreciated the style of writing and the humor. Highly recommended! Many thanks to the publisher and Netgalley for this ARC, all opinions are mine.
Fun, fanciful and filled with Fairies. Saffron is a faery who dreams of belonging to the faery godmother team. When she finds herself in her dream job she uncovers that sometimes dream jobs aren’t all they are cracked up to be. When her co-workers go missing, Saffron together with a band of her friends and a sexy devil’s advocate must uncover who is behind the missing Faery Godmothers before Saffron herself falls victim. But doing so might upturn everything the faeries have believed about themselves and others. Wishful Thinking is filled with a spunky crew, that rely heavily on the humor to get them through the situation. Likeable characters with laugh out loud moments immerse the reader in a wacky but captivating adventure. I received this ARC copy of Wishful Thinking from Harperfire. This is my honest and voluntary review.
I am not usually I reader of fantasy, however, the plot of this book sounded like a fun read to me. It was! Saffron Sawyer is a fairy, a drug fairy who wants to become a fairy godmother, the epitome of fae. She is suddenly needed in the fairy godmother department.... she soon finds out why and a race to save the fae begins. The story line moves along quickly, you never feel that the story drags. I really like Saffron, and felt badly when she is snubbed by the other godmothers.. but she has an amazing spirit and nothing keeps her from accomplishing her mission. She gains a friend ... and maybe more in the devil's advocate, Jasper. I really liked the way they got along. Even if you are not typically a reader of fantasy you may like this book, it was that good. It is part of a series, the next book being released in October, I can't wait to read it! Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for granting me a copy of this book. I want to read eveything by Helen Harper now!
Wishful Thinking by Helen Harper can be classified as an urban fantasy and as a supernatural suspense novel. It is the first book in a new series by this author and is set in the UK. Our protagonist, Saffron Sawyer, is a dope faery (the lowest job classification for faeries), but she aspires to be a Faery Godmother which is viewed as an elite position and is often hereditary. Surprisingly, Saffron is given the opportunity to become a Faery Godmother. With this premise, the story is off and running. Saffron wants to be the best Faery Godmother ever, but the real situation makes this difficult. While this is a fantasy, it deals with some deeper topics ranging from bullying to deceit to nepotism to drugs to kidnappings. Saffron is determined to prevent any more kidnappings. This novel is original, has a superb heroine, and a great set of secondary characters. There are some twists and turns, a mystery, a little comedy and even a little romance. (By the way, a drug faerie works to keep their clients from moving on to more dangerous drugs and, if possible, get them to go into rehab). This is a relatively fast-paced novel and I thoroughly enjoyed it except that there was some excessive swearing in it that I felt detracted from the storyline. If that had been eliminated, it would have been a 5 star rating for me. This is a great start to a new series and I look forward to book two. Many tanks to Harperfire, BookBuzz.net, Helen Harper and Net Galley for an ARC of this novel in exchange for an honest review. Opinions are mine alone and are not biased in any way.
So much fun! Helen Harper has done it again. I laughed my butt off and was sorry when it ended because I have to wait until at least October for my next Saffron fix If the words Faery Godmother brings to mind images of sweet little old gray haired ladies with easy smiles and gentle words; you my friend have another thought coming. In Helen Harper's world there are a lot faerys. A whole hierarchy of fairies. Luck faerys, rainbow faerys, a faery for any occasion. And at the top of the heap are The Faery Godmothers. Saffron is the highest performing faery in her division, she cares for her charges and takes pride in helping them improve themselves but she dreams of more. Her fondest wish is to become a Faery Godmother. Someone should have reminded Saffron to be careful what you wish for; because you just might get it. You'd expect the Godmothers HQ to be a place of wonder staffed by big-hearted people whose main goal in life is to bring joy to their charges, right? Wrong. Imagine the crustiest bureaucracy possible. Add a cast of narcissistic debutantes with entitlement issues and the American Express Centurion cards to purchase anything their tiny little hearts desire. A stiff necked director. And a client data base that puts The Dewey Decimal system to shame and you have the basics. (for you millennial's, the dewey decimal system was the state of the art cataloging system back in the stone age before the advent of computers) Saffron can't wait to begin her new career. But first she first must: A) Find a way past the dragon (not a real dragon, but wouldn't that be cool?) who guards the entry. B) Pass muster with her new co-workers (Ha! Good luck with that sweetie) C) Make it through Orientation (Apparently it's thorough. It would be a lot easier if the tape would cooperate tho) My money's on Saffron. She is spunky and determined, with a can-do attitude and totally would have gotten the fished up tape to work; if that ear hadn't shown up. Yep, I said ear. Things aren't as they seem within The Faery Godmother's ranks. That's all the set-up you are getting from me. The rest you can find out for yourself. If you are a fan of para cozies and spunky heroines who sometimes can't get out of their own way, you are going to love this book. It's a little magical. A little silly. With fun characters and a whisper of romance. I flat out fell in love with Saffron. Circumstances do their best to crush her and she takes her lumps (and tattoos) like a professional. She doesn't let little things like uncooperative charges and vengeful creatures (no I'm not referring to her co-workers here) or hunky male superiors get in her way. I can't wait for the second one to issue. Hurry up October! Thank you to netgalley for giving me this review copy. These are my honest thoughts. #wishfulthinking(howtobethebestdamnfaerygodmotherintheworldordietrying)#netgalley
ONE ENTRALLING EXPERIENCE!!! Crikey mates! Tight spaces between a rock and dust. Yeah, thats not a mistake. Jumping head first into peril and finding out your barely hanging on. A rollercoaster ride of inadvertent events and vexing circumstances launch a full range of swirling emotions bursting into play front and center. Struggling through all the trials and tribulations, twists and turns, along with a few glitches and near misses bring this bad boy blazing to life beautifully. All the drama, uncertainty, fear, danger and suspense increase steadily as tension spirals while the tale unfolds. The characters are strong, authentic and believable with depth and qualities that pull this little jewel together flawlessly. The scenes are so vividly described it paints one amazing backdrop. Fantastic job Helen, thanks for sharing this little guy with us.
I received a free copy of WISHFUL THINKING (Book 1 of How to be the Best Damn Faery Godmother in the World or Die Trying) by Helen Harper in exchange for an honest review. Saffron Sawyer is the best Dope Faery she can possibly be; she is serious about keeping her charges happy so they never move on to more dangerous drugs. When Saffron’s promoted to being a Faery Godmother, all of her friends and co-workers feel it’s well-earned. Saffron soon learns that Faery Godmothers are a bunch of unwelcoming snots who feel that bloodline rather than merit is the only criteria for worthiness. Saffron also discovers that someone has been kidnapping Faery Godmothers, and she’s only been hired so she can be disposable bait for the kidnapper. Well, Saffron’s just going to have to prove she’s the best Faery Godmother by finding the kidnapper, rescuing the taken, and granting meaningful wishes to all of her charges. In the meantime, Faery’s intimidating investigator, called the Devil’s Advocate, seems to be rather attractive, doesn’t he? As indicated by the series title, this book is rife with profanity. The story was engaging and action-packed. I liked it and recommend it to those who enjoy urban fantasy with a slight romantic element and don’t mind coarse language. #WishfulThinking #NetGalley
I didn't finish this book. The main character is the most sugary sweet, chipper and perky person. She grated on my nerves. I read quite a bit into it hoping she would get serious about what she is doing. She didn't. The story itself is a good premise and I would have kept reading but the character is so sweet my teeth hurt.
I’ve read several books by this author and was never disappointed. That includes this series starter. Saffron is a very interesting character. I admit that at the beginning I wasn’t sure I was going to like her, but by the end of the book, I adored her. I like her love interest, too, as well as the minor cast of characters. This was a great book filled with a unique world, fascinating characters, a great mystery plot, and wonderful action. I can’t wait to read more in this series and learn more about the characters. I highly recommend this book and was given a complimentary copy which I voluntarily reviewed.
I guess when we think about Faery Godmothers we imagine genial , white haired, mature ladies who wear spectacles above their rosy cheeks. Well Saffron is young, has brown uncontrollably curly hair and tons of attitude. Oh and did I mention she's the newest recruit to the Faery Godmothers ? It's just too bad that she has been set up to be bait as they struggle to find out just why so many have been abducted ! Saffron is yet another character that this author easily brings to life. She's capable, smart and loyal and it just so happens that her dream is to become a member of the elite Faery Godmothers. Imagine her excitement, her deep joy when she steps through those hallowed doors only to discover that she not only has to prove herself but isn't really wanted there ! It's just as well that no matter what goes wrong Saffron is the most doggedly determined Faery Godmother they have ever seen ! It's very easy to like Saffron and she's written as a character who genuinely cares about other people. Yes I could say that occasionally she's irreverent and her mouth gets the better of her but it only made her feel more real. The supporting characters added just enough to help bring this world to life but obviously the real crux of this story is just exactly why are Faery Godmothers going missing ? No spoilers here so all I can say is I enjoyed this story and look forward to more set in this world. I'd perhaps like a tad more world building and explanations about the magic but I thought the human interest story that run through this was beautifully done. All in all an entertaining read and one that frequently made me smile. This voluntary take is of a copy I requested from Netgalley and my thoughts and comments are honest and I believe fair