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Table of Contents
TITLES BY DAWN ADDONIZIO
Novels Of The Faerie Realm:
A RISKY PROPOSITION, Book 1 of
The Third Wish Duology
SOUL SEDUCTION, Book 2 of
The Third Wish Duology
PASSIONATE MAGIC
GREY’S MAGIC
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Published by Nouveau Ventures
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Edited by DM Eburn
GREY’S MAGIC
Copyright © 2013 by Dawn Addonizio
ISBN 978-0-9889992-37
All rights reserved.
First e-book release September 2013
For information contact:
Dawn Addonizio
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, locales and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination, or are used purely for fictitious purposes.
Grey’s Magic is dedicated to:
Amy, who is so good at talking me down from cliffs—probably because she's been up there on so many of them before, and already figured out how to get down by herself.
Stuart Smith, long time friend, 2013 American Ninja Warrior contestant, and all-around nice guy. Thanks for being my cover model!
My Book Club friends, Gretta, Emily and Beth, who give me a forum in which to vent on a monthly basis.
Ann C Crispin, who recently passed away after a long battle with cancer. You’re encouragement was priceless and I will never forget it.
And, as always, my husband, who has slept alone many a night while I sat up writing.
Much Love & Faerie Blessings Upon You All! -Dawn
“…and while we wait in silence for that final luxury of fearlessness, the weight of that silence will choke us."
-Audre Lorde
Chapter 1
Scarlett lowered herself onto a barstool and ordered a shot of whiskey from a Hawaiian-shirt-clad bartender. She tilted her head back as she tipped it past her lips, closing her eyes as it burned a fiery path down her throat. She sighed in appreciation, thankful that her father had insisted on paying for a full bar.
Tapping the empty glass with two fingers, she signaled the bartender to make the next one a double. She gave the dark purple hem of her bridesmaid’s dress an irritable yank as she waited for him to finish with another order.
She supposed she should be grateful that her new sister-in-law hadn’t chosen one of the more frilly contraptions she’d seen at the bridal shop. Whoever had designed some of those dresses bore an unhealthy obsession
