A Fairy Curse

A Fairy Curse

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Amy's dream is to make it as a journalist, but her real life is very different. She struggles to pay her bills, her boss hates her, and the various odd jobs she takes on the side are only adding to the chaos. Then one day a punk rock fairy appears and offers her all the professional success she could ever want in exchange for a bad sex life. Summer is a fairy who recently got demoted for making a bad-sex deal with Donald Trump. He just wished for his hair to stay the same, but that might have helped him win the election. And fairies are not allowed to interfere in politics. They are also not allowed to kill cats, or accidentally tear down the wall between the fairy and the human realm, but guess what happens? The Setting: Springville is a Canadian border town with a good weather anomaly. It is known by its American neighbors for its unusually mild climate and eccentric inhabitants. The text is considered "mature" mainly due to the use of profanity. Sexual content will be marked with a 🌶️. Winner of the "Best Ongoin" category in the Birthday Bash Mini Awards by Ravendipity. Check out the amazing review: https://www.wattpad.com/1562171872-birthday-bash-mini-awards-judging-best-ongoing New chapters appear suddenly. Bookcover: Alphonse Mucha, "The Arts: Dance" from 1898.
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