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    Pete & Tink: True Love is Magical Collection, #1
    Pete & Tink: True Love is Magical Collection, #1
    Pete & Tink: True Love is Magical Collection, #1
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    Pete & Tink: True Love is Magical Collection, #1

    By Sherry Gammon

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    Pete Pancerella loves two things in life: 
    Video games and Spongy Cremes. 
    He's happy, content, and he's also a geek. All that is about to change when his mother wishes upon a star and Tink answers the call.

    Tink is no nonsence faery and knows she can help Pete get into shape so he can finally get a date.

    But will it take more than a five-and-a-half inch faery to whip this manga-loving goofball into shape?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSherry Gammon
    Release dateFeb 13, 2015
    ISBN9781507070307
    Pete & Tink: True Love is Magical Collection, #1

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      Pete & Tink - Sherry Gammon

      Chapter One C:\Users\sherry\Documents\pics-PSD\aPNG clips\wings\png_fairy_wings_2_by_naughtygirlgraphics-d3hqdxv.png

      I jumped back at the sharp stab of light. A completely reactionary move. My reflexes were on edge. Nobody gets Pete The Stud Pancerella that easily, I smirked. The energy level indicator on my 752 Macro Laser Pistol read: Recharge soon.

      Come on, you freakin' snake in the grass. Come out where I can see you. I squatted low to the ground, as if it would help. I’m so on today. Simon Crawford’s going down if it kills me!

      Warning! Battery life is about to expire! Must recharge immediately, squawked a sultry voice from the computer chip in my gun. The warning rang out ridiculously loud, and if I wasn’t expecting it, I'd've jumped several inches.

      Despite the warning, I couldn't stop, not yet. I'd lose Simon and be back to square one. No. I had to keep up my pursuit. I was so close now I could almost feel his presence. I just needed a few more minutes.

      I eyeballed the direction my opponent headed, but couldn't see him so I slid back against the metal trunk to wait. He had to come out of hiding sometime. Simon never stayed hidden for long.

      And there he was! I see you, slime ball. Prepare to meet your maker, I whispered reverently. I lifted the gun and aimed directly at Simon’s head. I gave the trigger several pulls, each time missing him.

      No way! I totally shot him! Frustrated, I smacked the stupid gun against the trunk. Before I could refocus my aim, the enemy turned and shot me dead.

      Game over, came the sultry voice as my laser gun shut down.

      Impossible. I still have a life left. But it didn’t matter, my battery died. I stomped across the room and plugged it into the recharger before heading downstairs for breakfast.

      Stupid Laser Wars, I complained to no one. Best video game on the market . . . Not! I’ve played, and won, better games than Laser Wars. I’m so done with the game. Totally done. Actually, I’m done with all video games. They’re a complete waste of time.

      I made myself a bologna sandwich, drinking about a cup of milk as I did. At least I think it was a cup. Drinking straight from the carton like I did made it hard to tell.

      To appease my mom, I grabbed a two-liter bottle of Diet Pepsi to take with me. See, mom. I don’t have to fill up on ‘sugary garbage’ all the time. I took another drink from the milk carton and put it back in the fridge. I tucked the pop under my arm and hurried back upstairs to play some Mario Brothers until the laser gun had enough time to recharge.

      Chapter Two C:\Users\sherry\Documents\pics-PSD\aPNG clips\wings\png_fairy_wings_2_by_naughtygirlgraphics-d3hqdxv.png

      Peter Mathew Pancerella! If you’re still in front of that television, you are in so much trouble, mister!

      Oh, man, what time is it? Why is mom home for lunch anyway? I quickly shut off the TV in my room. It was a decent size room, nothing to complain about really, but the place was a pigsty ever since mom went back to work last year. I wished she didn’t work so much, it really put a damper on things around the house. Not only did I have to clean my own room now—though thankfully, my parents seldom enforced that rule—I also had to make my own breakfast and lunch. I even had to do my own laundry. I glanced over at the overflowing wicker basket in the corner and frowned. I'd forgotten to do it this week, which meant I'd have to wear something dirty, again. Of course, I could spot clean it. Maybe if I got lucky I'd find something dark colored and I wouldn’t even have to do that.

      Peter!

      Where the heck is my clock? I flipped over my book bag and shoved my tennis shoes under the bed in the mad search for the clock. There you are, you stupid . . .  6:30! I’ve been playing Laser Wars for eight and a half hours? Certainly not my record, but embarrassing nevertheless. I really needed to get a life. I yanked off my PJ bottoms and tossed them in the laundry basket . . .  well, close to the basket anyway, and tugged on my jeans—my dark blue jeans. Thankfully, I'd slept in my Anime shirt so I didn’t have to change that. I grabbed my tattered copy of The Cricket on the Hearth, by Charles Dickens, only because it was on the required summer reading list, and thumbed through to find my place.

      Personally, I didn’t get all the excitement over a little insect. These people seemed to think it was the luckiest thing in the world to have a stinking bug on the fireplace. Whatever! The dumb thing chirping away would drive me mad. I’d hunt the stupid bug down and squish it. I only chose it because it was a short read and we were required to read something off the list before school started.

      To keep me motivated, I made a deal with myself this morning. I’d read three pages before taking a break and play thirty minutes of Laser Wars. The plan was to repeat the cycle until I’d finished the book; only that was eight and a half hours ago, and I'd still only read three pages. Obviously, I needed a better plan.

      Young man, is that TV on? mom bellowed as she pounded on my bedroom door.

      No, mom. I’m reading a book off my summer reading list. Personally, I didn’t know why the rush. September was two months away.

      She opened the door quietly, apparently embarrassed by her assumption. Sorry, son. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. The look of contrition on her face racked me with guilt. I sat up, ready to come clean, when her face twisted into a sour expression.

      Good heavens, Pete. When was the last time you showered? This room reeks, and I know for a fact you wore that shirt yesterday. There’s ketchup from last night’s dinner on the front of it. She shook her head and added, I do worry about you.

      Hello, mom. It’s nice to see you too. Did you have a relaxing day at the nursing home? My mom worked at the Final Rest nursing home. Yup, that was actually the name of it. Rather morbid if you asked me. She also took care of my invalid grandma who lived a block away from us every morning before work. I don't know how she did all that and still had time to cook and clean for the family. Amazing woman, my mom.

      Yes, dear. She exaggerated a smile. Now answer my question. When was the last time you showered? My mom was quick witted, and it took a sharp mind to fool her. Dad, on the other hand, was a sponge. I could pull the same joke on him over and over again and he’d fall for it every time. We shared the same first name and birthday, but that was where the similarities ended. My dad, a mortician, was a little stiff, no pun intended. Probably comes from

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