Moon Spun

By Marilee Brothers

School's out for summer, but Allie's hip deep in trouble of the faery kind. Before she can save her world, she'll have to save theirs.

Junior's back from Mexico with his movie-star entourage. Beck's using his half-demon charms to "heal" a new girl. Mom's still whacky and now she's dating Principal Hostetler. High school is still an obstacle course of drama queens, bullies, and nutjobs. The Trimarks are still a menace, and the moonstone pendant has revealed even more mind-boggling powers.

In other words, Allie Emerson's life as the Girl Voted Least Likely to Save The World From Evil has gone from Weird to Super-Charged Super-Weird, and it's about to get even weirder. "You're a faery princess." So says the mysterious Ryker, whose handsome talents include turning himself into a hawk. By the way, he and Allie are destined to marry. In faery land. If they can save it from forces even more deadly than Trimarks and high school.

The third book in the Unbidden Magic series plunges readers into a rich other-world of danger, humor, romance, fable, fairytale, and magical destiny.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BelleBooks
• Release date: Jul 15, 2010
• ISBN: 9781935661771

Marilee Brothers

Marilee Brothers is a former teacher, coach, counselor and the author of ten books. Marilee and her husband are the parents of three grown sons and live in central Washington State. After writing six young adult books, Marilee is once again writing romantic suspense for the adult market. She loves hearing from people who have read her books. Feel free to contact her at http://www.marileebrothers.com.Her author page on Facebook is: www.facebook.com/marilee.author and she occasionally tweets @MarileeB. Marilee’s blog is Book Blather, http://bookblatherblog.blogspot.com where she features aspiring and published authors as well as some tidbits of her own.

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If you thought Allie’s life couldn’t get any more complicated...

As I followed Ryker into the faery kingdom he called Boundless, the ground beneath us began to shake, and a voice that sounded like living thunder boomed, You dare to bring this mortal into our world?

I clapped my hands over my ears, frantically looking around for the source of the fearsome noise. Oh, this can’t be good, Allie. I made a move toward Ryker. Strangely, he was grinning like crazy and pointed to the pool and waterfall. Over there.

I took a cautious step forward. All at once, something burst from the water, reared back and let loose with an ear-splitting bellow so frightening, I screamed in terror. The ground shook harder. Or maybe it was my legs. I froze in my tracks, even though my brain said, Run, Allie, Run!

The creature looked like a humongous black horse with moss-covered green scales growing out of its back, flaring nostrils and water weeds tangled in its flowing mane. Its mouth was open, exposing large, slime- green teeth.

What . . .is . . . that . . . thing? I gasped.

Allie, meet Uncle Davey. Uncle Davey, this is Allie, Ryker said calmly, as if I’d been invited for Sunday dinner to meet and greet the family.

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Dedication

To my parents, Ed and Elsie Putnam, who gave me the most important gift of my life, the love of reading.

Chapter One

Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,

For I would ride with you upon the wind,

Run on the top of the disheveled tide,

And dance upon the mountains like a flame.

—William Butler Yeats

I am the Star Seeker, aka She Who Is Destined To Save The World From Evil Trimarks, bearer of the prophecy star in my palm, owner of the magical moonstone pendant, survivor of numerous Trimark attacks, ex-sort-of girlfriend to a Mexican TV star, and current girlfriend to a half-demon hottie. But I bit my lip, and a little yelp of alarm escaped. It was officially time to panic.

My panty drawer was empty.

Faye, my mother, was hovering nearby. Actually, she couldn’t have been anywhere else but close by, because our home was a twenty-four foot travel trailer? Sigh. Long Story.

She tapped her forehead. "Well, duh, Allie. It is Saturday . . . laundry day."

Oops. I’d totally forgotten that my reign as queen of the annual Fruit Bowl Festival coincided with Designated Laundry Day. Geez, can you blame me? It’s not like I’d had a lot of practice being the queen of anything, much less the biggest deal in Peacock Flats, Washington, population 922. I hadn’t applied for the position. Being appointed queen landed in my lap after I became sort-of famous.

After a dramatic sigh of disgust, Faye said, Too late to buy new ones. You’ll have to wear a pair of my panties.

Eeewww.

Beggars can’t be choosers, Faye said.

I followed Faye down the short hallway to her bedroom. Technically, I guess it could be called a bedroom. It had a bed. What it did not have was room. Faye and I were squished together between the end of the bed and a wall lined with built-in drawers.

Faye rummaged around in a drawer and pulled out a tiny scrap of nylon, a gift from her former boyfriend, Brain Dead Roy. Skimpy, bright red and two sizes to small for me.

Get real! I tried extra hard to keep the sneer out of my voice. Like I’d wear something your boyfriend gave you for Valentine Day.

Faye rolled her eyes and muttered, Ex-boyfriend. This is my last clean pair. I can’t help it if you don’t plan ahead.

Well, I’m not wearing those. They’re too small.

Fine, Faye snapped. Wear dirty ones.

I can’t, I wailed. I’m the queen!

"For Pete’s sake, Allie, it’s not like anyone can to see them under that."

That was a voluminous, plum-colored gown spread out on her bed.

I sighed in defeat and took the tiny red panties. She was right, of course, but I didn’t have to like it.

An hour later, I was combed, curried, brushed and fluffed like a prize pony. Faye even tamed my dark, wildly curly hair, spraying, spritzing and coaxing it into a sleek up-do. I was a real work of art, clear down to my shiny pink toenails. My only accessory was the moonstone pendant, which now hung from a beautiful sterling silver chain, a gift from my elderly friend and mentor in all things magic, Kizzy Lovell.

Before we left for the parade staging area—the parking lot of Fred’s Seed And Feed—I reached under the long skirt of my gown and gave Faye’s panties a vicious tug upward, ordering, Stay put!

Faye dropped me off next to the John J. Peacock High School marching band, all twelve of them, and wished me luck.

Strangely, the milling crowd of local citizens was silent. All eyes were on Arthur Mort Mortenson, owner of Mort’s Pizzeria and current mayor of Peacock Flats, who was engaged in verbal combat with Kay Elizabeth Peacock-Tuman. Ms. Peacock-Tuman, the last living relative of town founder John J Peacock, had flown in from the east coast to act as grand marshal for our annual celebration.

I sidled up nice and close, so I wouldn’t miss any of the juicy details.

Sasha rides with me, said Ms. Kay Elizabeth Peacock-Tuman. Her eyes narrowed ominously as she stared at Mayor Mort.

The mayor’s brows drew together in a ferocious frown. He scratched his head, releasing a dandruff storm that looked suspiciously like the parmesan cheese he sprinkled on his pizza. I shrank back to avoid the fallout, vowing to never again eat at Mort’s Pizzeria.

Mort glared at the object of his displeasure. Sasha, a yellow Labrador retriever, leaned against Ms. Peacock-Tuman’s legs, gazing up at her mistress with adoring brown eyes. Ms. P-T patted the dog’s head and gave her a reassuring smile.

Mayor Mort hemmed and hawed while he pondered the problem. I could almost see the cogs and wheels turning inside his head. It was painful to watch. When his gaze returned to Mr. Peacock-Tuman, who was clutching an umbrella and gazing anxiously at the sky, the mayor’s face lit up like a kid with a brand new skate board.

He pointed at a long, pink Cadillac convertible, the lead car in the parade. Ya see, Miz Peacock-Tuman, this here’s the way we always do it. Front seat—the driver, Captain McPherson, and the grand marshal—that’s you. Back seat—our queen, Allie Emerson, and one other person . . . er . . . passenger. Are you telling me you want that mutt in the car instead of your husband?

Ms. P-T drew herself up and glared. "Did you say mutt? Her voice rose to an indignant shriek. I was pretty sure wine glasses were breaking somewhere. I’ll have you know, Mayor, Sasha is not a mutt. She is a registered British Labrador retriever."

Her expression clearly said the dog’s pedigree was far superior to Mayor Mort’s. She folded her arms. This discussion is over. Sasha rides with me. My husband doesn’t mind, so why should you?

She spun around, led Sasha to the Cadillac and loaded her into the back seat. The car belonged to eighty-eight-year-old Captain Joshua P. McPherson, retired naval officer. Vintage 1961, the Caddy was driven only once a year, in the Fruit Bowl parade. Captain McPherson loved to bark out commands like, Heave to, sailor. Look smart, now.

Whatever that meant.

I glanced over at my mother. Faye was talking to Mr. Hostetler, the principal of John J. Peacock High School and chairman of the Fruit Bowl Festival. Last year, we’d had a hostage situation at school. Mr. Hostetler had convinced the festival committee I’d acted heroically that awful day and deserved to be queen, despite my strange brand of super-hero evil-fighting talent. In my mind, he was the real hero. Even though he’d been seriously injured, his actions saved many lives

Queen Allie! Ms. Peacock-Tuman called. Time to get the show on the road.

I waved at my mother, who was beaming with happiness. Despite the panty situation, she was acting like a real mom, for once. I loved it! She blew me a kiss and mouthed, Stand tall. Walk proud. Her plan was to see me off, then drive to the rodeo grounds where the floats would be judged. One of my official duties was to hand out ribbons to the winners.

As obedient as Sasha, I trotted to the car, taking care not to trip over my big dress.

Admiral McPherson was behind the wheel, revving the motor. He glanced over at me. Step lively, mate.

Ms. Peacock-Tuman pulled the front seat forward so I could climb in. I scrambled over the dog—not an easy task since Sasha was sprawled across the entire back seat—and perched on the trunk, as per my instructions. It was tradition. The queen always rode in the pink Cadillac and waved to the crowd. I fluffed my skirt and tried to figure out where to put my feet. I couldn’t just balance on my butt, or I’d fall out of the car for sure. Finally, I placed my pointy heels gingerly on Sasha, who was now concealed under yards and yard of my plum-colored taffeta.

She gave a loud snort and reared up to a sitting position. Her head popped out from under my dress. Ms. Peacock-Tuman looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Oh, isn’t that just adorable."

I knew she wasn’t talking about me, since it looked like I’d just given birth to a giant yellow dog.

I forced a chuckle, Yep, we’re adorable all right. Sasha and me.

I managed to straddle Sasha and plant my feet on either side of her when Captain McPherson shouted, All hands on deck! Time to cast off! and stomped on the gas pedal.

The big car leaped forward. My head snapped back. Instinctively, I leaned down and threw my arms around Sasha, who picked that exact moment to stand up. I tumbled. Therefore, I began my reign as queen of the Fruit Bowl festival sprawled across the back of a ninety-five pound Labrador retriever.

The sudden movement resulted in Faye’s panties creeping into brand new territory. I desperately wanted to give them a yank, but, come on, I was the queen! How would that look?

I righted myself and tried to wave with queenly dignity. As we traveled the parade route, Sasha and I fought a silent battle for territory. I made sure Ms. Peacock-Tuman was waving at the crowd and throwing candy before I gave Sasha a hefty shove and planted my feet on the seat. She immediately flopped her butt down. It took two more shoving matches to convince her I meant business. Finally, whiskers quivering with indignation, she heaved a huge, put-upon sigh and turned her back to me .

Our territory was evenly divided. I scooted a little to the left. Sasha sat on the right side of the back seat with her head hanging over the side of the car. Her thick, wagging tail banged my knees. I could live with that.

We circled the parade route twice—it was only five blocks—and headed for the rodeo grounds, followed by the float carrying the rest of the royal court—Princess Peach, Princess Apple Blossom and Little Miss Maraschino Cherry, who happened to be Tiffany, the daughter of my Uncle Sid and Aunt Sandra. To set the record straight, we’re step-relatives.

It’s complicated. Uncle Sid’s mother married Faye’s father after Faye and Uncle Sid were born. So Uncle Sid is Faye’s stepbrother . . . no blood relation. He married rich; a fact Aunt Sandra will not let him forget. Aunt Sandra doesn’t like Faye and me. She’d like to kick us off their farm, trailer and all, but after the big write-up in the paper about my role in the school incident she had a change of heart. Suddenly, she was all, Oh, Allie! We’re so proud of you!

What a phony!

Tiffany was junior princess by default. If I had an amazing lack of talent, Tiffany was even worse. Evil tempered, spoiled and lazy, her only claim to fame was that her mother sold more tickets to the festival than any other human being in Peacock Flats. In an effort to be queenly and benevolent, I turned around and waved at her. She flipped me off. I blew her a kiss.

As we entered the rodeo grounds, I noticed the leaves on the poplars lining the field were only gently fluttering in the breeze. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least the parade was over without a hot summer wind storm. At least, that’s what I thought at the time.

Yesterday, Friday, we’d had what the oldsters called a hot spell. The hotter it got, the grouchier people became. Tempers flared as the humidity rose. Huge thunder heads piled up over the Cascade Mountains to the west.

I worked at my Uncle Sid’s roadside fruit stand during the summer. Yesterday, every old geezer buying peaches said the same thing. Is it hot enough for you?

The storm hit when my shift was over. As I walked through my uncle’s yard to our trailer, parked next to Blaster the bull’s pasture, the skies opened up. Thunder and lightning rolled over the mountains, and rain drops the size of pennies bounced off the dusty ground. I wasn’t worried about the rain. The storm would blow over by morning. But I was worried about the wind. In our valley, wind always follows rain. Always.

Now, blissfully unaware I was about to make history, I scanned the packed grandstand until I spotted Faye and Kizzy. Beck Bradford, my hunky, half-demon boyfriend, sat next to Kizzy. I stood and waved as the crowd cheered and clapped. I was so wrapped up in the moment, I barely noticed the dust devil whirling down the track. That teensy lapse of awareness would lead to the most embarrassing moment in my life.

Chapter Two

By the time we passed the judges’ stand, the dust devil had picked up discarded drink cups, a couple of plastic bags and a tumbleweed. Gathering speed and even more debris, it slammed against the front of the car and swirled over the top of the windshield.

Man the torpedoes! Captain McPherson shouted. Ms. Peacock-Tuman shrieked and flung her arms over the seatback, reaching out for Sasha. At the exact same moment, I ducked to avoid a flying newspaper. Her hand hit my rhinestone tiara, knocking it to the floor. When I leaned over to pick it up, the dust devil dived under my billowing gown and blew it straight up over my head.

Sadly, Faye’s too-small panties had morphed into a thong. So, yeah, I mooned the entire population of Peacock Flats. Big time.

Frantically, I batted at my wayward dress, aware the crowd had grown eerily quiet, as if we’d entered the eye of a hurricane. The silence didn’t last long. When the dust devil moved on and I emerged from my plum-colored prison, all hell broke loose. With a roar of approval, the teenagers in the crowd stood as one, cheering, clapping, whistling, stomping, while the adults covered their mouths to hide their laughter. I was a crowd pleaser, all right. What could I do but pretend I was enjoying the moment?

I pasted a huge, phony smile on my face and blew kisses. Mayor Mort, looking flustered, halted the car by the judge’s stand, got out and went to the passenger side, threw open the passenger door and held out a hand to Ms. Peacock-Tuman. She ignored him and led Sasha from the car. Captain McPherson extended a scrawny arm to escort me to the judges’ platform. I wasn’t sure if he’d witnessed my accidental mooning until he leaned close and whispered, Nice skivvies.

The crowd was still on its feet and clapping as I mounted the judges’ stand. Swear to God, it’s really hard to act queenly when people are applauding your almost bare buns. I shuddered, wondering how many camera phones had captured my fleeting moment of fame. All I really wanted to do was vanish into thin air. But, I wasn’t blessed with that particular kind of magic. So, I sat on my throne and forced a smile when Mayor Mort marched to the microphone and said, This here’s one queen we’ll never forget? Right, folks?

Of course, everybody went crazy again. Fuming, I purposely avoided looking at my mother as I remembered her words . . . " it’s not like anyone can see them under that." Yeah, right.

After the crowd settled down, Mayor Mort launched into a long-winded speech about the fruit industry. Bored out of my skull, I noticed a flurry of activity at the entrance to the rodeo grounds. A group of people approached the grandstand, their every move captured by a camera crew from a local TV station. Terror filled my heart and I inhaled sharply. Oh, my God, had the camera crew been here all along? Would my bare buns be the lead story on the five o’clock news?

Mayor Mort droned on, but every eye in the place was on the newcomers, who stopped directly in front of the judges’ stand. There were ten of them. Three big guys wearing mirrored sunglasses, four mini-skirted Latino chicks exposing maximum cleavage and two nervous-looking men in business suits. I couldn’t quite make out the tenth person, what with the entourage milling around him. A low buzz arose from the crowd.

Suddenly, a piercing scream rang out and I heard a familiar voice yell, "It’s Junior! Oh my God, it’s him!"

The screamer was my best friend and neighbor, Mercedes Trujillo, who stood on the top row of the bleachers, waving her arms and jumping up and down like a lunatic. Mayor Mort’s mouth snapped shut as the entire female population of Peacock Flats poured out of the stands and swarmed around Mexico’s newest daytime drama heartthrob, my former boyfriend, Junior Martinez.

I wasn’t the only one who knew how to make an entrance!

IT WAS ONE of those weird, surreal moments that would surely live forever in my memory. Junior and I, standing on the dusty track that circled the rodeo grounds, staring at each other, speechless. Security guys pushed the crowd back, giving us a small cocoon of privacy. Who was I kidding? With a bajillion digital cameras snapping away and every ear straining to eavesdrop, there was nothing private about it.

Maybe it was the panty incident. Or, maybe it was the fact that Junior had been gone for a year without a word of explanation. I guess the cause didn’t really matter, but suddenly, I was so mad I could spit.

I folded my arms and glared. You’re a liar. You said you were driving your mother to Mexico and coming right back.

Junior flashed his dimples and took my hand. I snatched it away.

He said, Aw, come on, Allie, don’t be like that. You know I’m on TV . . . right?

"Oh, yeah, I know you’re a big star now, so you were probably too busy to give your girlfriend a call. Maybe they don’t have phone service in Mexico."

Junior reached out and wrapped his fingers around the moonstone. The scrape of his knuckles against my skin elicited an involuntary shiver. He smiled. Last time I checked, you didn’t have a phone.

At one time, Junior’s smile was a rare and beautiful thing. Now, it appeared effortlessly, as if he’d been practicing in the mirror. However, it still had the desired effect. I tried to stay mad, but my outrage was fading fast.

I have a phone now, and besides, you could have called Mercedes or Kizzy or your sister, and left me a message.

You’re right. I’m so sorry. That’s why I’m here in person. I have something for you.

He dropped the moonstone and cupped my face in his hands, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. I’m embarrassed to say I just stood there, bewitched, while Junior poured on the charm. In my own defense, I wasn’t my usual spunky self due to my recent humiliation, panty-wise.

I’d probably still be standing there, gazing at Junior like he was the snake charmer and I was the snake, if not for the ruckus that broke the spell.

A menacing male voice I knew well, snarled, Get your hands off me!

I pulled away from Junior and saw Beck Bradford in a tussle with two security guards. Beck’s paranormal powers don’t kick in until after dark, but even in full daylight, he was awesome, a force to be reckoned with. He shook off the guards and pushed his way through the crowd. The dark pools in his amber eyes were enlarged, a sure sign he was truly ticked off.

It’s okay, I told the security guys. "He’s

Reviews for Moon Spun

[vanyadrum · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Moon Spun was also included in the Moonstone bundle I got from Netgalley. However, unlike the first two books, this one didn't really get to me.

First, there was the weirdness of the three guys going after Allie. And to be honest, I didn't like any of them besides Junior (of course). I was truly happy for his return, cuz I missed his spicy Latino air.
Second, there was the fairy stuff... seriously, why does there have to be something else weird going on? Wasn't the moonstone and the star seekers stuff enough already? Apparently not, but I honestly didn't think that the fairies were the answer here. So in a way, that kind of felt pushed. As if the story was meant to develop elsewhere, but instead was pushed into fairy land.
Third, besides Allie, Chad and Junior all other characters seemed to be lost somewhere in the pages. Especially Melia. She seemed so shallow, that I couldn't at all understand what was her purpose at all. She was so unrealistic, I was rolling my eyes at her lines. Yeah, I know this is a teen story, but that doesn't mean that the adult characters should be made to speak in a childish way. Adults are supposed to be mature, and to know what they're doing and saying. So, yeah, unrealistic.

What I liked was that the author kept Allie's voice the same. There was no change in her spunk, nor was there a change in Junior. In fact, I had expected Junior to have morphed in this super proud guy, but he was even more reachable. Loved him all the more for it :)))

And Beck?? Well, I didn't like him from the beginning, so I liked the turn of events very much ;)

[readingbeader · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Spoilers!

I have loved this series and read the first two every quickly, but in the third novel I got bogged down wtih the addtion of a third boyfriend, who I didn't like nearly as well as the first two (he was much too arrogant) and the addition of another magical complication in her life. She's a faerie, with another name to keep track Normally I like the "out there" books, but this just felt like overkill. I even love modern day faerie tales, but I want to know from the beginning that's what I have--don't dump it in the third book.

Instead of giving Allie a chance to grow up and mature, she keeps getting more immpossible things to deal with, maybe it's all a dream and she's living in one of Junior's Spanish soap operas. I'll look for the fourth one, but I will bail out if I meet another boyfriend.

[iamindeed · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

3.5 Stars -
This is the third of five volumes in the Unbidden Magic series, and picks up where the last left off. It is written as a sequential series, and while the first two books were enhanced by sequential reading, this book could stand alone without great confusion.

In this book, Junior returns from Mexico to express his desire for Allie, and her boy problems continue with confusion about which boy is superior. Sadly, that whole line of the story tends to find me less than enthusiastic, Allie was developing nicely as a strong and independent girl, not requiring a boy. That is a rarity in much YA fiction today, and although this was a momentary blip in Allie’s otherwise reasonably sensible approach to relationships (for a teen girl) I did find it distracting. Likewise the addition of the fae and the fairy elements to the story, while I think that the target audience of YA readers will adore the additional elements, there are still plenty of unanswered questions to do with TriMark and the Star Seeker plot lines.

Still, this was highly readable, fast paced and enjoyable in the escapist way that a YA reader will enjoy. While I missed some of the careful attention to Allie’s development and growth, the story did move forward and provide a logical middle step for the last two books in the series.
I received an eBook copy through NetGalley for purpose of honest review for the IOB Tours. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.

[ljldml · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

A fabulous continuation of Marilee's series. The further adventures of Allie Emerson. In this third installment, Allie is introduced to her Fae Grandmother in the land of Boundless. I'm not going to give away any spoilers here, just would like to say this is an amazing book in an incredible series. The most fun you can have with paranormal/supernatural creature. There are no vampires or werewolves, but there are werebats, kelpies, faeries- both dark and good and forest Queen's. We see Allie grow as a person and become somewhat more comfortable with her moonstone powers. Oh yea, Junior is back and Beck is away at college. Allie also meets a Prince of Boundless who is convinced she is his mate. So far, I like Ryker the best of all her male admirers. A 5 star book in a 5 star series. Just when you think it can't get any better, Marilee comes along with a new idea! Keep the stories coming!!!

[rhonda1111 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Tuesday, February 28, 2012Moon Spun by Marilee Brothers 3 1/2 STARSThis is the third book of the series Moonstones. So far its not been my favorite book. Still enjoyed it.In this book Allie has Junior coming for visits. Breck coming back on visits from collage and a third guy Ryker shows up.Does not deal with school. Allie has a summer job working for her Uncle at the fruit stand. Plus she ends up babysitting Chad her princable child.Ryker is a fairy and he has come bringing a message from her Grandmother who is a Fairy who wants her to come and help her with a war to rescue her people.Allie finds out she is a fairy maybe on both sides of the trees. She confronts her Grandfather and learns about her Grandmother. Her other Grandparents die before she can meet them.Their is some really funny parts to the story. Leaves you wanting to read the next book to see what happens next in the story.I was given this ebook series to read in exchange of honest review from Netgalley.Bell Bridge Books PUB feb,2012

[janarose1 · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

Allie's half-demon boyfriend has gone to college and they basically break-up. Junior, her boyfriend from book 1, has returned from Mexico, a Spanish soap opera star. Unexpectedly Allie discovers that she is part fairy and her fairy grandmother needs her help to rescue her people from the unseelie (dark fairy) queen.I found myself bored with the fairy thing. I wish the author had gone in a different direction. I wish the demon boy was in the book more, I thought he was more interesting. Overall, I found the plot a bit lacking.

[beyondelsewhere · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Um... well this book just took a walk through left field. What the heck? Review to come on website.