A Valentine’s Fairy who doesn’t believe in love, a human who can’t let go... can one wish change them both?

It’s her first year as a Valentine’s Fairy and Amelia has been given an impossible task. Gavin Peters wants his ex-girlfriend back but Fae magic can’t make people fall in love. If Amelia is to complete her task she’ll have to get creative, and that creativity will have to include ignoring her own rapidly developing feelings for the human she’s been tasked with.

Gavin has pined for his ex for months so when the mysterious Amelia offers him a wish he knows exactly what to request. But when his ex returns Gavin begins to wonder if what he’s wished for is really what he wants. Can his Valentine’s Fairy grant him another wish and if so will he be able to ask for what he really wants?

Excerpt

Amelia would have liked to keep him standing on the doorstep. She hadn’t forgotten that he’d kissed her senseless then rejected her for his human woman. Nor had she forgotten his face in her mind as she’d strummed herself to orgasm. She clenched her fists and tried to keep her glamour in place, clearly now wasn’t the best time for a conversation. She’d either slap him or ravish him.
    “What do you want?”
    “That’s hardly the reception I was hoping for. Enough of this. Let me in.”
    She fumed inwardly. It was like being back in the office. “Make me a coffee, Amelia, Why aren’t you answering the phone? Stop filling your desk with flowers.” The kiss had swept from her mind just how freaking annoying he could be. 
    “I don’t think that’s a very good idea.”
 He leant forward, his hand on the doorframe, their faces inches apart. Great Titania he smelled good, woody and earthy, and her glamour flickered in response.
    “I need some advice,” he said. “You’re my fairy, aren’t you? Shouldn’t I be able to get some advice from you?”
    “I’m not you fairy anymore, my job is done.”
    “You granted me my wish. I’d say that makes you my fairy forever.”
    Her hearts picked up tempo at that comment, latching onto the word forever with a furious intensity. Damn it.
    “It doesn’t work that way.”
    “Well, tonight it’s going to have to,” he insisted. “I need your help.”
    “Wish not going as you hoped?” she quipped.
    “Not quite,” he replied and then he reached out, hands spanning her waist, and moved her aside.
    She was too stunned to do anything to stop him, the feel of his big hands on her hip-bones made her shiver and she had to apply a concerted effort to keep her glamour in place.
    “What happened to the wings?” he asked, shutting the door behind him with an audible thud.
    She swallowed down the feelings of panicky excitement to answer him. “I have my glamour on.”
    “Glamour?”
    “A kind of magic. It keeps us hidden from humans. The wings are still there; you just can’t see or feel them.”
    “I prefer you without it.”
    Great Titania. “Well, I don’t much care what you prefer, Gavin.” If there was ever a time to be firm, it was now. No flirting with him. Flirting? Where the hell did that come from, Lia? Shock filtered through her entire body as she realized that’s what they’d been doing all damn week. How stupid could she be? The back and forth, the impulse to bring him odd flavored coffee just to see his reaction, it had all been a kind of flirting and she, inexperienced as she was, hadn’t picked up on it. Faeing hell.
    “I think you do. In fact, Amelia, I know you do.”
    “I—”
    “Drop the glamour now.”
    The glamour obeyed him instantly. It fell before she even had a chance to stop it, like it had a mind of its fucking own. And it was a full glamour fail, which meant the dress went too, falling in a pile next to the door. A blush travelled straight through her and she raised her arms to hide her breasts, before it occurred to her that she should be hiding other areas.
    “Drop your arms.”
    She looked up into his perfect eyes and tried to ignore the fact that her wings were beating excitedly behind her. Had he been fae he’d have known exactly what those frantic beats meant. She clenched her fists to try and reassert the glamour, but her hearts were beating too fast and Gavin didn’t give her a chance. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. Once again her head lay flush against his chest and she had to tilt her neck up to look at him. “Stop this right now. Let me go,” she demanded. “I need space to reassert the glamour.”
    “Fuck the glamour, this is preferable.”
    “I’m naked.”
    “At last.”
    Her blush deepened. She could feel it spread across her body and it was a bloody good bet that Gavin could see it. Her skin would be sparkling red rather than silver, she couldn’t hide it.
     “I’ve been thinking about you all night, Amelia,” he whispered and his words were like a caress across her blushed skin.
    She shook her head and tried to order her thoughts. “With Kerry in the same room? My, you are inconsistent, Gavin. No wonder she left you.” It was a mean thing to say, but Amelia couldn’t help herself. She felt hot and excited and angry all at the same time. It was disconcerting and she didn’t know what to do.
    “Hardly. I chucked Kerry out after ten minutes.”
    Amelia’s jaw dropped. Could he be telling her the truth? “But why? You wished for her back.”
    “I told you it was complicated.”
    “Well it’s about time you explained yourself.”
    He didn’t, he simply bent his head and captured her mouth. Amelia pushed against his chest, intending to keep him at bay, but his teeth tugged on her lower lip and she melted against him.
    “God, Amelia, you are so damned hot,” he muttered and she shivered.
    “You can’t do this, Gavin.”
    He ran his hands over her bare ass and her nipples puckered. “Why the hell not? I should have done it days ago, the moment we met in fact, but I didn’t realize…”
    “Realize?”
    “That I was supposed to.”