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Saving Wishes ~ A novel by GJ Walker-Smith
Book 1 of The Wishes Series
“Charli, you’re out of hibernation. How nice for you,” purred Jasmine, dumping her massive handbag on the table next to ours. Perhaps she carried her witchy tools in it. It seemed plenty big enough to hold a cauldron and small broomstick. - Saving Wishes
“I got my passport application lodged,” I said, hoping that was newsworthy. His face lit up. “You know what that means, don’t you?” “No, what?” “You’re now officially a flight risk.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making me giggle. “Where will we go?” I asked. “You, Coccinelle, will go everywhere. And then you’ll come back to me.”
This Summer Cottage Garden Plan Overflows with Color for an Unfussy Walkway
"Gabrielle’s home was a small white brick house with a weathered red tin roof, neatly trimmed lawn and fussy cottage garden, full of plants that would have been bursting with flowers if the season was right. It looked like a fairy-tale cottage." - Saving Wishes
“You can sail in New York,” he confirmed. “I’ll take you sailing on the Hudson someday,” he promised, stepping sideways and taking me with him. He danced me around the dilapidated old shed, waltzing to silent music, laughing. “Down to Battery Park, past Ellis Island and across to the Statue of Liberty.” “We can do that?” Our dance slowed to a stop. “I’m pretty sure we can do anything, Charlotte,” he whispered, before leaning in to kiss me. - Saving Wishes
“I get the distinct impression that you know something I don’t, Charli.” His formal vocabulary didn’t surprise me anymore. “Call it a hunch,” I said, grinning. I’m sure my lack of refinement when it came to choosing my words didn’t surprise him either. Spotting a crate full of old tools, I picked up a screwdriver. Scraping it along the side of the boat, I peeled away layers of paint. “Charlotte.” Adam groaned. “Please don’t hurt the boat.” - Saving Wishes
“Adam Décarie, you have to kiss me,” I ordered. “I have to kiss you?” “I cashed in a wish for you,” I explained. “I’ve never done that before.” - Saving Wishes
“Don’t you need a screen?” He tapped the side of his head with his forefinger. “You’re so much more than a pretty face, Charlotte.” Hopefully he saw me roll my eyes but the speed in which he made his way for the door of the tent made it unlikely. I leaned forward, watching him from the doorway as he dashed to the clothesline. He unpegged a large white sheet that unfurled like a sail on a yacht.