Cinderella Wore Sneakers

By H. E. Connor

Bobbie Turner discovers wearing a mask to her school's halloween Masquerade Ball is an exercise in disguise - nobody recognises her.

Lucas Jordan isn't in the mood to hang out with his friends. Instead, he rescues a masked damsel in distress, and spends the night sharing secrets with a girl in a gown and sneakers. At the stroke of midnight, though, she runs away, and all he's left with is memories and one left shoe.

It's going to be tricky to track this particular princess down, but after one night, he's determined to find his own sneakers-wearing Cinderella.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Info Block
• Release date: Oct 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386322108

H. E. Connor

H. E. Connor lives in Australia, and spends way too much of her time dreaming up stories. She has a dog and a cat, and now a squawky bird. She likes chocolate (a little too much), reading, and the occasional wine (never enough).

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Cinderella Wore Sneakers

By H.E. Connor

Chapter 1

BOBBIE TURNER LOOKED out over the crowded gymnasium and wanted to turn tail and run. But no. Turners don’t turn away. Damn it. There were times she hated her father’s little peppy motto.

She glanced at her watch. It was okay. She just had to get through four hours of this. Oh, God. Four hours! No, don’t panic. She could do this. She fidgeted with the mask on her face, trying to set it in a comfortable position.

A masquerade ball. Of all the themes the fall prom organizing committee could come up with, it had to be one where you had to wear a dress and a hard, uncomfortable mask that blocked your peripheral sight. It was Halloween, for crying out loud. What she wouldn’t give for a horrific zombie scar or a Day of the Dead pasty face. But no, this year they wanted classy. Elegant. Dresses. Obviously Charmaine Buxton, head of the prom committee and resident bitch witch wanted to get her inner princess on. Bobbie had to admit, though, the prom committee had done a great job with the decorations. It really did feel like a ballroom, with bolts of fabric dipping from the chandelier in the center of the room and out to the edges. Very opulent.

Okay, let’s get this over with. Bobbie took a determined step into the crowd, her sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. She glanced down. Good. You couldn’t see her shoes unless she kicked up the skirt of her full-length gown. She’d just take small, ladylike steps...

She snorted as she made her way over to the drinks stand. Screw ladylike. Her shoes were comfortable, a darn sight more comfortable