Fiona Cantrell is a woman on a mission. More aptly put, she's a Fairy Godmother on a mission. Her dream of moving to London is about to come true now that all that stands between her and her new job is a few unpacked suitcases. Or so she thinks until her old boss shows up with one more little task for her to complete before she leaves for Europe. Her new assignment involves a handsome cowboy named Cody, his two rascally nephews, and a mountain of laundry...all of which would be no problem for any self-respecting Fairy Godmother.
While Fiona manages to handle the laundry and the boys, she quickly learns that she's not immune to Cody's considerable charm. It takes everything she's got to stay focused on completing her task so she can head to London. But when tragedy strikes, Fiona realizes that it will take more magic than she has to try to save a life and mend her own broken heart.
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She'd just climbed the front porch and knocked on the front door when she heard the loud rumble of a diesel engine. Curious, she turned and watched as a huge pick-up truck bounced up the driveway, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. She'd never imagined that Texas would be so...well...dusty. She craned her neck to get a better view but the setting sun hit the windshield at an angle that made it impossible to clearly see the occupants of the truck.
She leaned against the porch railing and watched as the pick-up pulled to a stop in front of the house. A man slid out of the driver's side and slammed his door shut. His boots crunched over the gravel as he made his way toward her. In the time it took for him to reach her, she couldn't help but notice how perfectly his blue jeans fit him, how the white of crisp cotton shirt accentuated his suntanned skin, and that his belt buckle was as big as her fist. Realizing that she was holding her breath, she forced herself to exhale.
The cowboy stopped at the bottom of the three wooden steps and took off his hat. His eyes, the color of a blue summer sky, met and held hers for a full moment before he spoke. "Evening, Ma'am."
And with those words, Fiona realized one more thing.
She was in trouble.
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