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The Charming Way
The Charming Way
The Charming Way
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The Charming Way

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Mellie keeps a secret: she blames fairy tales for ruining her life. She believes she can stop fairy tales from ruining other people's lives by forcing booksellers to stop selling fairy tales. 

But on the way to her protest at a book fair, she runs into a handsome man. A very handsome man who also happens to be Prince Charming. And he loves books. Even fairy tales.

The short story that provided the inspiration for Grayson's paranormal romance novel, Wickedly Charming.

"Unusual, whimsical, and wickedly clever..."

—Library Journal on Wickedly Charming

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 26, 2018
ISBN9781386370093
The Charming Way
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Kristine Grayson

Before turning to romance writing, award-winning author Kristine Grayson edited the Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction and ran Pulphouse Publishing (which won her a World Fantasy Award). She has won the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award and, under her real name, Kristine Kathryn Rusch, the prestigious Hugo award. She lives with her own Prince Charming, writer Dean Wesley Smith, in Portland, Oregon.

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    The Charming Way - Kristine Grayson

    The Charming Way

    The Charming Way

    Kristine Grayson

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    The Charming Way

    About the Author

    Also by Kristine Grayson

    Also by Kristine Grayson

    The Charming Way

    BOOK FAIR.

    The very words of the sign filled Mellie with loathing. Book Fair indeed. More like Book Unfair.

    Every time someone wrote something down, they got it wrong. She’d learned that in her exceptionally long life.

    Not that she was old—not by any stretch. In fact, by the standards of her people, she was in early middle age. She’d been in early middle age, it seemed, for most of her adult life. Of course that wasn’t true. She’d only been in early middle age for her life in the public eye—two very different things.

    And now she was paying for it.

    She stood with her hands on her hips (which hadn’t expanded [much] since she was a beautiful young girl, who caught the eye of every man) and looked at the pavilion, with the banner strung across its multitude of doors.

    The Largest Book Fair in the World! the banner proclaimed in bright red letters. The largest book fair with the largest number of publishers, writers, readers and moguls—movie and gaming and every other type the entertainment industry had come up with.

    It probably should be called Mogul Fair (Mogul Unfair?). But they weren’t pitching Moguls (although someone probably should; it was her experience that anyone with a shred of power [present company included] should be pitched across a room [or down a staircase] every now and then); they were pitching books.

    This season’s books, next season’s books, books for every race, creed, and constituency, large books, small books and the all-important evergreen books which were not, as she once believed, books about evergreens, but books that never went out of style, like Little Women or anything by Jane Austen or, dammit, that villain Hans Christian Andersen.

    Not that he started it all. He didn’t. It was those Grimm brothers, two better named individuals she had never met.

    It didn’t matter that Mellie had set them straight. By then, their tales were already on the market, poisoning the well, so to speak. (Or the apple. Those boys did love their poisons. It would have been so much better for all concerned if they had turned their attention to crime fiction. They could have invented the entire category. But noooo. They had to focus on what they called fairies as misnamed as their little tales.) She made herself breathe. Even alone with her own thoughts, she couldn’t help going on a bit of a rant about those creepy

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