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I know that, deep down, all you adults DO believe in fairies, but do you REALLY know what goes on behind the scenes?
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Here are a few snippets from the stories:
*High Jinks at The Thomas's*
Jinkabelle flew across to the fireplace where she had a nibble of the mince pie. It was a little dry and made her thirsty, but that was fine because right next to it was a very pretty drink called ‘sherry’.
*All in Vain*
Jordana Crystaltips was a bit different from other fairies. Having had a successful career as a tooth fairy in a strange land called ‘Essex’, she had become aware that her contemporaries were really not making the most of their attributes, so along with her avid apprentice, Willow, she had started a fly-by business, Beauty Spot.
*The One to Woo*
‘Oh, God. Hat hair.’
Little Red Riding Hood shook out her lank locks and checked her reflection again in the puddle. That was the trouble with a trademark cloak. And why couldn’t she just have been called ‘Little Red Riding Jacket’ instead? Ditch the damn hood. She wasn’t even little. She had a good five inches on Goldilocks. Big-boned, that’s what she was. No. From now on she would just be Red. Plain and simple. Though it did tie her to wearing scarlet.
*Fairy Cakes and Scary Stakes*
You could cut the tension with a cake fork in the pink and white rose petal marquee. There were just three competitors left in The Great Fairyland Bake Off.
And each would stop at nothing to win.
*Occupational Therapy*
Marigold tutted loudly. ‘For Titania’s sake, Lily Blue. How many times have I reminded you how delicate fairy dresses are? That’s the third one you’ve ruined this week. I’ll let you borrow one of mine, but be careful!’
Lily Blue sat back in her chair with her feet as far apart as she could. Her feet were enormous, like big pebbles. And she had hairy legs.
*A Pinch of Beetle and a Touch of Magic*
Poof! ‘YOU HAVE CHOSEN NUMBER 17, PIXIE POTT. LIVE VIDEO STREAM BEGINNING IN 5, 4, 3…’
‘Chosen!’ shrieked Lucinda. ‘But, but, I didn’t –’
‘1.’
A face peered back at her. ‘All right, luv?’
‘Um, I’m so very sorry. I didn’t mean to… to touch you –’
Pixie Pott guffawed loudly and winked at her. ‘Anytime, babe. I’m not one to refuse a good offer.’
He winked again and licked his lips lasciviously. ‘So, uh, what’s a fit fairy like you doing in a place like this?’
*What a Charmer*
‘LookIntoMyEyes. LookIntoMyEyes.’ Berrin squiggled his finger in mesmerising patterns.
Crista’s brow furrowed. ‘Sorry? I didn’t catch what you said.’
‘LookIntoMyEyes.YouFeelVeryVerySleepy. Very sleepy.’
Crista looked into his eyes. Her eyelids felt heavy.
‘WhenYouWakeUpYouWillBeMadlyInLoveWithMe. Termsandconditionsapply.’
Berrin clicked his fingers. ‘Sleep!’
Crista crumpled into a delicate heap and Berrin threw her over his shoulder and marched into the village square right in the heart of Fairyland. He laid her gently on a willow bench and scribbled ‘BACK SOON’ on a leaf which he placed on her chest.
*Breakout at Rainbow's End*
‘I hereby declare Rainbow’s End Retirement Home open!’
Queen Titania cut the golden ribbon and a cheer exploded from the crowd. The builder gnomes of Gubbins and Co, in their matching brown dungarees, stood proudly, still holding drills and screwdrivers, and at the bidding of the Queen, took a long bow. The assembled fairyfolk clapped wildly.
Outside the front door stood the staff: fairy nurses in rose pink, chefs in daisy white and security gnomes in blueberry –
Cut!
Security gnomes?
Oh, did I forget to mention the ‘problem’ with the residents?
*Hot Stuff*
She shared the apartment with Gordon, a grasshopper who had very much been shunned by the grasshopping community, though a complete boon to Kleptobelle, it had to be said.
*Sheets to the Wind*
There’d been a murder at Hideaway Hollow.
There was much eye widening, gaping and mouth covering from the thickening crowd who had gathered around the prone body of Grubblet Goblin. Save for a missing boot… and a rather grubby waistcoat… and several days’ worth of whiskers, he was intact. Several fairies had collapsed into weeping heaps (they are very sensitive creatures) and Fairy Godmothers were hastily handing out business cards and making appointments for therapy.
I do hope you've enjoyed these little snippets taken from several of the stories!
And remember, if you don't believe...
a fairy will die.