Faery Foxy Flapper by Jacquie Rogers

Excerpt from Faery Special Romances by Jacquie Rogers.

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ISBN: 0-9746249-9-3
ISBN13: 978-0974624990
Publisher: Highland Press
Copyright 2008 Jacquie Rogers
Cover artist: Monica Wolmarans

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Once Upon A Time, the faery princess Keely tried to match . . .

. . . a misguided faery maiden and a surly but handsome knight, the pirate Devlin Angel and the ever-hopeful Myra, a faery under the ruse of Lord Kembell and a lady of noble birth, a blacksmith and a duchess, a flapper and a barnstormer pilot . .

But can Keely keep her own heart? With faery magic, anything can happen!

This enchanted carpet-ride features ten romantic faery tales, ten happy couples, and a journey through history with Keely, who grows from a kindergartner to a beautiful young faery woman.

"Treat yourself to an absolutely delightful collection of stories from a bright new author who will make you laugh, and cry with stories both funny and poignant. There's not one story in Faery Special Romances that won't give you a giggle or a sigh and I for one loved each and every one."

~~Marilyn Rondeau, RIO Reviewer, ck2skwipsandkritiques.com

"Ms. Rogers has captured the Historical side of Faery Land with the language of the time periods, clothing, as well as the description of surroundings. I felt like I could see myself in this book. The characters are wonderful creatures that make you laugh out loud and wonder from story to story about what sort of trouble they're going to get into."

~~Crystal Adkins, Book Reviews by Crystal

"Ten couples and ten romances within one terrific book! Princess Keely seems to pop into each story somehow. The first romance story begins in England, the year 1199. With each tale the years pass and eventually end up in the United States of America. As the reader, it was as if I journeyed through time and history with Keely, who gets her own romance story in the end ... with an interesting twist. Author Jacquie Rogers has a winner with this gem."

~~Detra Fitch, Huntress Reviews

ISBN: 0-9746249-9-3
ISBN13: 978-0974624990
Publisher: Highland Press
Cover artist: Monika Wolmarans

This is the eighth story of ten. The first takes place in 1199AD and the tenth is set in the future. Faery Foxy Flapper is set in the Roaring 20s, and time of astounding social upheaval and change. In less than a decade, women cast off their corsets, bobbed their hair, rouged their knees, and painted their lips (gasp!). Some even drove automobiles!

Faery Foxy Flapper

Upstate New York, 1926

"I admit, Jazzie, you're a real sheba," said the owner of the Barking Dog as he raked his gaze down my body. I lifted my chin and held my ground as he sized me up like a slab of sirloin. "You sing like a lark and you're quite the hoofer, too--but that doesn't mean I have the rubes to pay you. We don't have any customers."

Finding a job in three days isn't easy for a faery flapper living in the Human World. That's why I was so glad when Edward Jones hired me, no questions asked. I'm Jasmine, but for the last couple hundred years everyone has called me Jazzie, which is spot on since I'm a singer and I love jazz. I'm of the Golden Clan so my hair is blonde and I have a hologram tattoo of the sun on my forearm, but humans can't see it.

"I'll not only sing tonight, I'll sing to a full house." I flicked a teensy bit of faery dust his way to mellow him out some. "You'll see!"

"The after-work crowd, then. See what you can do at six o'clock. I'll count the tills at eight o'clock while Sara Mackie sings her first number and then I'll decide if you can bring in a profit or not."

As if six o'clock was a big singing and dancing hour. Folks didn't start making whoopee until sundown—around nine, and Mr. Jones knew it, the palooka. I didn't want to use my magic any more than necessary, but he didn't leave me much choice. Tonight, he was going to witness the Barking Dog, bulging at the seams, customers throwing their jack at him right and left. I'd sing my heart out, and with a flick of my wand, keep the gin flowing and the till overflowing.

The gin joint was typical of any other in town—front door for security, where only those who knew the special word could get in. The wood floors made for fine dancing. The scuffed bar lined one wall, and the raised stage was just to the right of it. The place smelled like old gin and stale cigarettes.

A giant roar rattled the windows and what few customers were in the Barking Dog dashed out into the street to see the airplanes. Advertising pamphlets floated from the sky and nutty people chased after them like the paper was gold.

"The Quinn-T-sential Flying Circus!" a young man shouted as he held his pamphlet in the air as if it were a trophy. "They're performing tomorrow. Hot dawg!"

I zapped myself invisible—no one was paying any attention to me anyway, so I thought it safe—and flew up to Quinn's plane. It was a red bi-plane—I think he zapped the paint on because no other airplane looked as perfect. The wind in my face nearly took my breath away. You'd think he'd put a roof on this thing.

"Good day, Jazzie." He grinned, then put the plane into a steep climb. "Better strap yourself in, honey. "Even faeries can get hurt on these birds."

"I'm not staying, Quinn. You should be ashamed of yourself, pretending to be a daredevil pilot, when really, you can fly on your own better than any of these planes."

"You wound me."

But he didn't look wounded. Quinn hailed from the Rainbow Clan, the same as Keely. But instead of red hair, his hair was black as midnight, his alert eyes were deep blue, and his broad shoulders made any woman within fifty feet swoon. As did all faery girls, I'd had a crush on him at one time, but now, of course, I was far more mature and able to make logical decisions with my relationships.

"I sing at the Barking Dog. If you take my customers, my boss will fire me—so Quinn, please, take a powder."

"The Barking Dog, eh? Sounds top-drawer."

I snorted. "Just leave. There's not that much jack around here and what there is, my boss needs. He can't share."

"Oh, and why's that? You don't zap his gin bottles full?"

"Yes, I do that, but . . ."

"But?" He dipped to the left and nearly threw me out of the seat. "That's called 'standing on one wing.' You like it?"

I regained my bearings. "No! Now listen to me, Quinn. I want to sing. I don't care if Edward pays me or not, but he won't let me sing unless he can afford to pay me. And dancing. I love, love, love to dance—it's the cat's meow. You should see me do the Charleston!"

"I'd like that. Might stop in tonight after the show."

My heart stuttered before I recovered. If he came into our gin joint, I had my orders from the boss. Granted, Quinn was posilutely delish, but if I flirted with him, Blair, my true mate, wouldn't be pleased.

"That's not a good idea. Just go away. Please."

I zapped myself back to my room, unable to get Quinn's sexy smile and bedroom eyes out of my mind. Then I thought of Blair, another handsome man. Between the two of them, they had broken every faery girl's heart in the entire realm. Actually, Blair hadn't broken my heart—yet. Quinn had, but then I'd been only about five hundred at the time so it was merely a pubescent crush.

Ah, what if Blair did have some competition? He was accustomed to all the women flocking to him, but what if I appeared to be more interested in Quinn?

Yes, this might be interesting.

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