Bonded by Accident: A Kindred Tales Novel (Brides of the Kindred)

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Well, we’re together now,” Slade rumbled. “And we’ll never be apart.”

  Reaching down, he scooped Emmie off the floor and pulled her and Brandi both onto his lap. In the tickle and hug-fest that followed, Brandi thought how lucky she was that she was now and forevermore one of the Brides of the Kindred.

  The End?

  Good Goddess, no! There are always more Kindred books coming. Be looking for Brides of the Kindred 23 soon as well as more books in my Kindred Tales series. But first I have a book I want to reintroduce to you—or introduce for the first time if you’re a new reader. Read on for a taste of Wishful Thinking, the first book in the Swann Sisters Chronicles about three sisters with just enough fae blood to be saddled with the world’s worst fairy godmother. Can they keep her from screwing up their lives? You’ll have to read Wishful Thinking and its sequel, Be Careful What You Wish For, both coming soon to find out!

  Hugs and Happy Reading to you All!

  Evangeline Anderson July 2018

  ***If you've enjoyed Bonded by Accident, please take a moment to leave a review HERE. Good reviews are like gold for an author. They let other readers know it's okay to take a chance on a new author or series. Plus, they give me the warm fuzzies. : ) Thanks for being such an awesome reader!

  Wishful Thinking...coming soon from Evangeline Anderson

  How do you ditch your Fairy Godmother?

  Philomena Swann needs to find out--and fast. Why? Because Phil and her two sisters are 1/8th Fairy--not enough to give them magical powers but sufficient to rate them a fairy godmother from hell--so reckless with her wand they all live in fear of the birthday wishes she grants.

  All Phil wants is to make a wish so small and insignificant it won’t mess up her life. But after a horrible day she accidentally shouts out a wish to speak her mind…and then finds she can’t stop. Between telling everyone exactly what she thinks and trying to deal with her eccentric grandmother who’s been brewing botched love potions to catch herself a man, Phil has her hands full.

  When she starts finding out some startling things about the people in her life—such as how her hot and hunky co-worker and best friend Josh really feels about her—Phil knows she’s made a wish that will change her world forever.

  If it doesn’t ruin her life first.

  ***Keep reading for a peek at the mouthwatering cover and a juicy taste of chapter 1 of Wishful Thinking***

  Wishful Thinking

  Book 1 in the Swann Sisters Chronicles

  Chapter One

  How do you ditch your fairy godmother?

  Philomena Zara Swann wished she knew. She was turning twenty-five the next day and her two younger sisters had thoughtfully decided to take her to a pre-birthday strategy session at The Garden of Eatin’, a trendy south Tampa bistro that specialized in vegetarian cuisine. They were seated outside despite the late June heat, under a large green umbrella that cast just enough shade to keep the early afternoon sun at bay.

  “So, are you ready for your birthday? Got a wish all picked out?” Cass wrinkled her perfect button nose and her vivid violet eyes sparkled with mischief.

  “Oh, God, I’ve been wracking my brain for days and I still have zilch. I just hope you guys can help.” Phil dropped into a chair across from her sisters with a groan. The idea of making a wish for her twenty-fifth birthday was more than just silly talk. In her family, it was serious business. When you had an actual fairy godmother to grant your birthday wishes, you’d better be prepared with something good to wish for. Or at least something that wouldn’t screw up your life forever.

  Phil looked down at the field greens and strawberry salad her sisters had ordered for her and hoped they could come up with something. Sunday was half over and she would be in no shape to think of a suitable wish while she was busy at work tomorrow.

  “Remember that time you wished that all your Barbie’s clothes would fit you?” Rory, the youngest of the three flipped her long red hair over one shoulder. Its brilliant ruby color clashed with her orange T-shirt but since there was also dog and cat hair on her jeans from volunteering at the local animal shelter, it didn’t really matter.

  “Hush, you’re not even old enough to remember that. You were only four when I made that wish.” Phil frowned at her little sister and reached up to make sure a sudden gust of wind hadn’t disarranged her own hair, gathered at the nape of her neck in a severe bun. It was a long waterfall of platinum blond when she let it down, but she almost never did.

  “Yeah, but I’ve heard about it often enough.” Rory, whose real name was Aurora Tatiana, laughed, her green eyes glowing with glee.

  “Yup, Phil thought it would be cool to wear Barbi’s tutu and live in the big pink dream house Nana bought her.” Cass, short for Cassandra Esmeralda, pushed her tangle of dark curls away from her lily white forehead. As usual, she was dressed from head to toe in black, which emphasized her dramatic coloring. “She just didn’t think about the fact that being twelve inches high for the rest of her days might put a serious crimp in her social life.”

  It was typical of their fairy godmother’s magic that instead of enlarging the Barbie clothes to fit Phil, it had shrunk her down to the size of a plastic bimbo doll instead. Magic tended to be very exact and their godmother was lazy with her application of it, probably because she resented having three fairy goddaughters with hardly a drop of real fairy blood in their veins.

  Their great grandfather had been a full blooded fairy that fell in love with a human woman and then his daughter, their Nana, had fallen in love with a human man and further diluted the family’s magical blood. By the time their mother, who was only one fourth fairy, had also married a pure human with no fairy or fae blood, there was no getting the bloodline back to full strength. And at this point, being only one-eighth fairy, Phil and her sisters wouldn’t even be allowed into the Realm of the Fae, where the full blooded fairies and other magical creatures lived, to find a fairy husband. Not that any of them wanted to.

  As far as Phil was concerned, nothing good had ever come of their dubious heritage. She had often thought being one-eighth fairy was like barely belonging to any other minority group—you might get some of the perks but you were bound to get all of the hassles as well.

  “Anyway, she reversed the magic,” she mumbled, looking up at the sunny sky which showed signs of clouding over. If it got much darker, her eyes wouldn’t match the pale blue blouse she had on anymore which would be a shame.

  Eyes that match the sky above

  Hair like gold, the sunbeams love

  Lips that shame the reddest rose

  Beauty will grace her wherever she goes

  Those were the words spoken over her at birth by her fairy godmother. The spell had shaped her appearance and in some ways, her entire life. Not that she had asked to have eyes that changed with the weather and lips so red she had to wear neutral lipstick to hide their true color, Phil thought resentfully. Her hair was long and silky but too light in her opinion. Also it had a tendency to sparkle, as though the sun was shining on it whether she was outside or not. Their fairy godmother’s magic hid the more obvious aspects of itself fairly well—for instance, no one without fairy or fae blood in their veins was able to notice that her eyes changed colors—but Phil kept her sparkly hair up as much as possible just in case.

  Her sisters had received similar gifts at birth—Cass’s verse had gone:

  Skin as pale as fallen snow

  Eyes like dewy violets glow

  Hair as black as coal at night

  She’ll always walk in Beauty’s light

  Of course, having snow white skin, bright purple eyes and hair as black as coal meant Cass looked permanently Goth. But since she was an artist and the dramatic one in the family, it didn’t seem to bother her. In fact, she consistently dressed all in black to play up her pale skin and vivid eyes although Phil didn’t know how she could stand to wear it in the middle of the summer. Despite being the middle sister, she probably had the st
rongest personality of the three of them, including a quick temper that matched her artistic nature. She was both a painter and a sculptor and her work was just beginning to sell at some of the smaller galleries around town, much to Cass’s relief. She hated the various menial jobs she had to work in order to get enough money for her raw materials.

  Rory, the youngest sister at nineteen, had gotten a verse too.

  Hair from purest rubies spun

  Eyes like emeralds in the sun

  A voice like songbirds in the Spring

  Beauty to her form shall cling

  All in all Phil thought her baby sister looked the most normal of the three. Her bright red hair and green eyes were striking without crossing the line into bizarre. Of course, if she tried to sing, all that came out was a warbling, cheeping sound since their fairy godmother’s magic was extremely literal. So joining the chorus was definitely out. Luckily Rory, who was in her first year of college, wanted to be a veterinarian.

  Despite their physical differences, they were very close—so much so that Phil really didn’t feel the need for any girlfriends outside her own family. But no one would ever guess the three of them were even remotely related—let alone sisters. She often wondered what they all might have looked like without their fairy godmother’s early interference. Would they all have frizzy brown hair and blue eyes?

  “The FG only reversed that Barbie wish after I bitched at her,” Cass said, breaking Phil’s train of thought. She picked up a grape and popped it in her mouth. The Garden of Eatin’s vegetarian menu wasn’t her standard fare since she was a confirmed carnivore but the fruit plate was better than a fake-tasting ‘veggie burger.’ “It’s a good thing I was there to make her change it, too,” she continued, wrinkling her nose at a piece of pineapple. “She’s so damn lazy, never wants to change anything for us little halfbreeds.”

  “More like eighth-breeds,” Rory put in with a sigh. “I wish we had enough fairy blood to do some magic of our own.”

  “Well, we don’t,” Cass said. “Not even Nana has enough to do real magic—not that she’ll ever give up.” Their grandmother was half fairy which was just enough to make her flighty and eccentric but not enough to give her any control over what little power she possessed. Their father had run off not long after Rory was born and their mother had been killed in a car accident, so Nana had raised the three of them. Phil was eight, Cass was six, and Rory was barely two when they came to live with their sweet but erratic Nana in her big lavender house on States Street.

  “Oh, no,” Phil muttered, biting her lip. “Don’t tell me she’s at it again.” Nana seemed to attract trouble the way honey draws flies.

  “With a vengeance.” Cass speared the unoffending pineapple on the end of her fork. “She’s into the Craft now—didn’t Rory tell you?”

  “No.” Phil stared accusingly at her youngest sister. “Why didn’t you call me? Everyone knows fairy magic and witchcraft don’t mix! They’re like oil and water.”

  Cass snorted indelicately. “More like mixing nitro and glycerin. Stand back and wait for the explosion.”

  “That’s not the point,” Phil said. “The point is, what if Nana gets herself into trouble again? And why didn’t you one of you tell me?”

  “I tried to call you but you never answer your cell,” Rory complained. “You’re always either at work or off entertaining Christian’s important clients. Or maybe you were busy planning the wedding of the year. Have you set a date yet?”

  Phil sighed and went back to picking at her salad. “Not yet. Christian says he needs time to get settled in with his new firm before he takes time off for a wedding.”

  “And before that, he needed to finish law school,” Cass said, frowning. “And before that--” She broke off, shaking her head. “What you need to wish for this year is a spine, Phil. Make that man commit.”

  “Leave Phil alone,” Rory said. “She can’t help it the FG made her meek as a sheep.”

  “The phrase is ‘A lamb’s mild nature, sweet and kind’,” Phil cut in, deciding she didn’t need rescuing:

  “A lamb’s mild nature, sweet and kind,

  Forgiveness she will ever find

  Within her heart so full of love

  As gentle as the cooing dove

  Which doesn’t mean I’m spineless—it just means I’m easy going.”

  “You are not easy going.” Cass pointed her fork in Phil’s direction. “In fact, you’re one of the most uptight people I know, Phil. But you let people walk all over you.”

  “No, I don’t,” Phil protested. She had always resented the fact that their fairy godmother had decided to tamper with her personality as well as her outward appearance, but it didn’t make her a doormat. “Just because I don’t grab life by the throat and choke it like you doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy myself. I’m just a little more…well…”

  “Repressed,” Cass finished for her.

  “I was about to say ‘reserved.’” Phil patted the corners of her mouth with her napkin and arched an eyebrow at her younger sister.

  “Too bad you can’t just wish Christian would pop the question for your birthday,” Rory said with a sigh.

  “You know the rules,” Phil pointed out. “The wish can’t permanently affect anyone but the wisher, you can’t wish for more wishes, and the magic keeps you from telling anyone outside the family about it directly, no matter what the result.” That last one was especially tough. Phil had often wished she could explain the dire consequences of a backfired wish but it didn’t do any good to try. No one without at least a drop of fairy or fae blood in their veins could hear what she was trying to say when she attempted to explain about the magic. It sounded like buzzing or humming to them or else it slipped their attention and they changed the subject and started talking about something else entirely.

  “Speaking of rules and regulations, what is you straight-laced fiancé doing for your birthday this year?” Cass asked, signaling the waiter for more wine. “Maybe removing the stick from his ass so you two can have some fun for once? Now that would be a reason to celebrate.”

  Phil flushed and looked down. “I don’t know what he’s doing yet. It’s a surprise.”

  “Like last year? ‘Surprise, I forgot?’” Cass frowned as the waiter filled her glass with more Chablis.

  “He didn’t forget,” Rory protested. “He sent the most beautiful bouquet of pink roses with one perfect red rose bud in the middle. It was so romantic.”

  “Christian didn’t send those,” Cass said flatly. “Josh did.”

  “Josh the cute guy from your office, Josh?” Rory lost interest in her sweet potato fry and looked up. “I saw that picture you two took together at your last office Christmas party—he’s hot. Those big brown eyes and that sweet smile. Mmm.” She smiled dreamily.

  “I saw that picture,” Cass remarked. “Rory’s right. And I thought I saw some muscle definition too. He may be your office computer nerd but I bet he’s hiding a Brad Pitt body under those baggy business clothes, Phil.”

  “He’s my best friend.” Phil frowned and twisted the diamond engagement ring Christian had given her four years before around her finger. “I mean, I don’t notice things like that any more than he notices me…that way. He sent the roses because he knew I was feeling down, that’s all. Josh is thoughtful like that.”

  “Well, it was still a romantic gesture,” Rory insisted.

  “No, it was a gesture of friendship,” Phil said firmly. “That’s what pink roses mean—friendship. Anyway, he didn’t even pick them out. He just called the order in because he could tell I was feeling bad. Besides, Christian made up for forgetting my birthday. You should have seen how bad he felt—I mean, he almost cried and that’s saying a lot for him.” She gestured with her fork, trying to make her sisters understand. Christian and Cass had hated each other almost from the start. As for Rory, she was too hung up on the picture she’d seen of Josh to appreciate Christian’s finer qualities.

  “Almost
cried, huh?” Cass asked dryly. “My, my, that certainly doesn’t sound like Mister By-the-Book Unemotional Attorney to me.”

  “Well, it’s true,” Phil protested. “He took me out to an expensive restaurant even though we really couldn’t afford it. And he bought me the most beautiful dress and he even got the size right.”

  “Oh—he got it right because he called and asked me and Nana,” Rory put in. “But you’re right, Phil. It was a sweet gesture.”

  “He had to call and ask? He never said…” Phil shook her head determinedly. “Look, the point is that whether you want to see it or not, Christian is handsome and intelligent and--”

  “And close minded and boring,” Cass interrupted. “But hey, I’m not the one who’s going to marry him. Of course at the rate you’re going, you won’t be either, Phil.”

  “Enough.” Phil held up a hand. “We’re not here to discuss my wedding even though Christian and I are planning to set a date very soon. We’re here to plan a strategy for my birthday wish. I need your help, guys. Twenty-five is a big one and you know birthdays that end in odd numbers are especially bad. The magic gets stronger somehow and when the person who’s waving the wand doesn’t care about the consequences…”

  “Disaster,” Cass said and Rory nodded sympathetically.

  “Exactly,” Phil said, pointing at Cass with her fork. “Just look what happened to you on your fifteenth birthday.”

  “Oh, wasn’t that the year you wished for porno titties?” Rory asked in a voice loud enough that the senior citizens at the next table glared at them.

  “Shout it next time, why don’t you?” Cass hissed. “And no, I did not wish for ‘porno titties.’”

  “What she wished for was to have breasts exactly as big as Christy Seaton’s.” Phil felt a smile creeping over the corners of her mouth. “She was a girl in my class—couple years ahead of Cass, and she always had the cutest boyfriends for…ah, some pretty obvious reasons. The only problem was, the FG thought Cass had asked for breasts as big as Trixie Teetons, the adult film star.” She shook her head. “Boy, was that a mess.”