How about starting the weekend off right with a little romance and fantasy with two beautifully written books by author LB Gschwandtner. The Wish Granters Series feature Joe and Alanna ,wish granters from another world, who are sent on assignment to grant wishes, but we soon learn that a “quick fix” will not change our destiny,we must change ourselves. Enjoy!
Shelly’s Second Chance (The Wish Granters, Book One)
L B Gschwandtner
Genre: Romance | Fantasy
A story about taking a chance on love.*
Shelly Wagner is in trouble but her fiance, Ben, doesn’t know it. Broke and ready to gamble her last dollar on a Super Lotto ticket, she really needs some help.
It arrives in the form of Joe and Alanna, Wish Granters from another world. One problem: it’s their very first assignment and they’re fairly clueless about their new wish granting powers and how to best use them. Plus they have a few things to work out in their own lives, if only they were still among the living. They want to return to earth, but can only get back by helping Shelly first.
After Joe and Alanna show up, Shelly’s life takes a drastic turn. So drastic that Shelly sees she may have been wishing for the wrong thing all along. Is Shelly doomed or will Joe and Alanna help her squeak through? And, once they grant her wish, will she truly be able to turn her life around?
The Wish Granters: They’ll grant your wish, but the rest is up to you.
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Carla’s Secret (The Wish Granters, Book 2)
A long time ago something terrible happened to Carla Patterson. She locked that terrible thing away in a secret place and moved on with her life. Now the Wish Granters mysteriously arrive, offering her one wish that could change her life …or leave her brokenhearted. Will Carla wish for a new beginning, or turn the Wish Granters away and deny the love she might have had?
Excerpt from Carla’s Secret
The high-pitched scream came from somewhere behind Carla’s Home Cooking. It lasted only a few seconds, just long enough to catch Carla’s attention. She looked up from her account book and pulled her reading glasses down her nose to see over them, as if that could help pinpoint the exact source. It didn’t. Not exactly.
At first she tried to shrug it off as just another night sound from the city. Had she really heard a scream? Probably it was a cat fight out back in the alley. Or it could have been a coyote. They’d been spotted in Brooklyn slinking around trash bags after dark.
But something about that scream stuck to her like a burr. She pushed aside the account book she’d been studying and stood up all in one fluid motion, walked swiftly to the back door, unlocked it, and peered down to the right where the short alley behind her restaurant ended in a wall and a series of backyard gardens one after the other, each delineated by its own fence. A construction dumpster to her left partially hid the view in that direction where the alley opened onto the busy commercial street.
Then she heard something else. Scraping and a muffled thump as if something had fallen. The skin on her arms tingled and she knew. She just knew. Past eleven, dark and cold out there now, it was a Thursday night when the alley should have belonged to stray cats and fat rats.
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