Pixie Dust Cupcakes: Enchantment Avenue

By Chrissy Wissler

Rommy, owner of Cupcakes Forever, loves baking. Loves the quiet, early hours. The perfect clatter when a pan hits the counter. The sweet smell as the dough rises to perfection.

She knows the secret to the best-tasting cupcakes: ones made with no magic.

Too bad her proud, pushy mother refuses to understand.

A mouth-watering, magical tale of family and romance. Set in the popular Enchantment Avenue World, "Pixie Dust Cupcakes," promises to delight, enchant, and make you hungry for more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blue Cedar Publishing
• Release date: Sep 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386799795

Chrissy Wissler

Chrissy’s short fiction has appeared in the anthologies: Fiction River: Risk-Takers, Fiction River Presents: Legacies, Fiction River Presents: Readers' Choice, Deep Magic, and When Dreams Come True (writing as Christen Anne Kelley). She writes fantasy and science fiction, as well as a softball, contemporary series for both romance and young adult (Little League Series and Home Run). Before turning to fiction, Chrissy also wrote many nonfiction articles for publications such as Montana Outdoors, Women in the Outdoors, and Jakes Magazine. In 2009, Inside Kung Fu magazine awarded her with their ‘Writer of the Year’ award. Follow her blog on being a parent-writer at Parents and Prose.

Book preview

1

Idon’t know what you’re so worried about. Rommy’s mother whipped out her slender, alder wood carved wand from her jean pocket. It’s not like this is false advertising ."

Of course it is. Rommy said.

Rommy shoved the steaming, freshly baked cupcakes onto the steel counter, the pan uttering a loud clank as it dropped. Her red hair stuck out from underneath her bandana on her head; thin strands of curls which had grown more frazzled from the heat of the room since she’d gotten up long before dawn.

Before, she might have been presentable, even at the three o’clock hour (and to her mother’s standards), but now with her yoga pants and floral apron sticking and clinging to every inch of her, she looked more frizzy than presentable.

Which was fine. She was at work. Working hard.

A fact her mother had again failed to notice.

Or appreciate.

Sweat beaded down Rommy’s chin as she raced from one oven to the next, checking the buttercream and the timers ticking away. It was hard enough keeping track, making sure not a single cupcake burned, but with her mother lording over her?

Ha. Rommy might have an affinity for magic but she wasn’t any miracle worker.

Mother, we’ve been over this, Rommy said.

She peeked in the nearest oven, got a good whiff of chocolate along with a confirmation that this batch of cupcakes were still in the ‘safe’ zone. Not burned, but had a nice, rising center. Two minutes left. At most. She mentally ticked off her checklist.

She risked a glance at her mother, who still twiddled the wand in hand, gazing at the rack of cooling pumpkin-flavored cupcakes. Her mother, bouncing from one two-inch heel to the next.

Not yet committed. Good. That meant