NOT SO HUMAN
Jeannette DiLouie
Series: Faerietales Book 1
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy
Publication Date: February 22, 2015
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy
Publication Date: February 22, 2015
Two new wings... One Preservation problem.
Sabrina might not care for everything about herself, but she's still used to being a human, an orphan and an everyday average American. However, her life changes forever the day she's followed home by four unsmiling men in dark suits and sinister shades.
A crash-course in reality reveals that she's actually a faerie princess, with a royal family in Scotland and some particularly brutal enemies hunting her down in the U.S. Fleeing the country doesn’t solve her problems though. It only adds to them.
With her new tiara to try on for size and a potential romance that seems bound to go badly before it begins, Sabrina still has to stay one wing ahead of the Human Preservation and Advancement Committee. Which has made its mission to ruin her life. Permanently.
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Sabrina Johnson was sitting across from a sociopath who was out for her blood. Or at least he belonged to a sociopathic organization with that particular goal.
Not that she had any clue about his evil intentions. She just thought it was a bad date.
A really, really bad date.
It had been a mere hour since she first said hello to her internet-matched suitor, but Sabrina’s smile already felt chafed and she was more than ready to go home despite the charming setting she found herself in. The tablecloth beneath her two folded hands was a crisp white, the chandelier dangling from the center of the room was romantically dim, and she herself looked “beautiful.” Eugene had told her as much no less than half a dozen times already.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like compliments. She did. It was just the way they came pouring out of his mouth in a nervous rush that she objected to. She really wished she hadn’t taken so much time planning out the perfect outfit for the evening when it was proving to be such a waste. Sabrina felt like she could have worn a burlap bag and Eugene would still be awestruck.
That meant the dress she was wearing was overkill: an absolute waste from its black and white checks to its printed green flowers and accommodating skirt that flared out just above her knees. She also shouldn’t have splurged on the pearl-shaped earrings, or the matching necklace that flattered both the green in her dress and of her eyes. The same went for the strappy black heels on her feet.
That last purchase had been at Deanda’s insistence. Her roommate had basically bullied her into buying the pair, though Sabrina hadn’t minded at the time when they were so perfect.
Nearly fairytale perfect. That’s what she had thought when she signed her name on the electronic line.
Seventy-two hours later, she was beginning to regret it all.
“So tell me what your parents are like?” Eugene asked the question out of the blue in a nervous rush, his eyes oddly bright, his smile even stranger.
With his short brown hair and trim figure, he wasn’t a bad looking guy per se. He was just a weirdo. And he was making Sabrina uncomfortable.
Then again, she reminded herself, she wouldn’t have appreciated the question regardless. She never did. That part wasn’t his fault, so she answered as reasonably as she always did when the subject came up.
“I never knew my parents. I’m an orphan.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, sounding more curious than sympathetic. There was even a twinge of something like excitement in his voice. “Have you ever done any searches for them?”
“Of course I did.” Sabrina tried hard to keep any bite out of the response. “I just never got any leads worth pursuing. Actually, I never got any leads at all. All I know is I was literally left on a doorstep as a baby.”
After spending her entire adolescence obsessing over her origins, it had taken her until the last few years to come to terms with reality. Growing up was difficult enough without the additional identity crisis of living in one foster home after another, but she had somehow managed.
Anyway, it hadn’t all been dreadful. Confusing and lonesome, yes. But not dreadful. Somehow, Sabrina had always ended up in decent areas under the care of good people. That might have been why she’d never gotten into the kind of trouble so many other orphans did. Drugs, sex, crazy party scenes: She hadn’t experimented with any of them as an adolescent. Not when she had one set after another of nurturing and old-fashioned foster parents.
As a preteen and teenager with a lifetime supply of instability, Sabrina had been particularly susceptible to their honest affection. So when they gave parental lectures about proper behavior, Sabrina listened more often than not. And after a while, avoiding certain kinds of troubles had become something of a habit, she supposed.
That admittedly unusual upbringing had helped her stay safe, and safe is how she still stayed.
Safe and boring: two words that never lasted long in a fairytale.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like compliments. She did. It was just the way they came pouring out of his mouth in a nervous rush that she objected to. She really wished she hadn’t taken so much time planning out the perfect outfit for the evening when it was proving to be such a waste. Sabrina felt like she could have worn a burlap bag and Eugene would still be awestruck.
That meant the dress she was wearing was overkill: an absolute waste from its black and white checks to its printed green flowers and accommodating skirt that flared out just above her knees. She also shouldn’t have splurged on the pearl-shaped earrings, or the matching necklace that flattered both the green in her dress and of her eyes. The same went for the strappy black heels on her feet.
That last purchase had been at Deanda’s insistence. Her roommate had basically bullied her into buying the pair, though Sabrina hadn’t minded at the time when they were so perfect.
Nearly fairytale perfect. That’s what she had thought when she signed her name on the electronic line.
Seventy-two hours later, she was beginning to regret it all.
“So tell me what your parents are like?” Eugene asked the question out of the blue in a nervous rush, his eyes oddly bright, his smile even stranger.
With his short brown hair and trim figure, he wasn’t a bad looking guy per se. He was just a weirdo. And he was making Sabrina uncomfortable.
Then again, she reminded herself, she wouldn’t have appreciated the question regardless. She never did. That part wasn’t his fault, so she answered as reasonably as she always did when the subject came up.
“I never knew my parents. I’m an orphan.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, sounding more curious than sympathetic. There was even a twinge of something like excitement in his voice. “Have you ever done any searches for them?”
“Of course I did.” Sabrina tried hard to keep any bite out of the response. “I just never got any leads worth pursuing. Actually, I never got any leads at all. All I know is I was literally left on a doorstep as a baby.”
After spending her entire adolescence obsessing over her origins, it had taken her until the last few years to come to terms with reality. Growing up was difficult enough without the additional identity crisis of living in one foster home after another, but she had somehow managed.
Anyway, it hadn’t all been dreadful. Confusing and lonesome, yes. But not dreadful. Somehow, Sabrina had always ended up in decent areas under the care of good people. That might have been why she’d never gotten into the kind of trouble so many other orphans did. Drugs, sex, crazy party scenes: She hadn’t experimented with any of them as an adolescent. Not when she had one set after another of nurturing and old-fashioned foster parents.
As a preteen and teenager with a lifetime supply of instability, Sabrina had been particularly susceptible to their honest affection. So when they gave parental lectures about proper behavior, Sabrina listened more often than not. And after a while, avoiding certain kinds of troubles had become something of a habit, she supposed.
That admittedly unusual upbringing had helped her stay safe, and safe is how she still stayed.
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Other Books by Jeannette DiLouie
If finding out she’s far from human can’t break Sabrina Johnson, what can? That’s the question the faerie-hating secret society tracking her down across five countries wants to know. And they won’t stop until they find the answer – or until Sabrina’s dead.
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COMING SOON!
FLIGHTS OF FANCY, Book 5 of the Faerietales series will be out this year, so there will be no waiting for the finale!
FLIGHTS OF FANCY, Book 5 of the Faerietales series will be out this year, so there will be no waiting for the finale!
About Jeannette DiLouie
Jeannette DiLouie was born a New Jersey girl and will die the same even if she grew up in Pennsylvania, lived in Maryland and is now back in PA. She’s also a cookie dough-eating, travel-obsessed bookworm and editor who loves helping others reach their own writing goals and dreams. Ethnically half-Italian, Jeannette is tragically addicted to carbohydrates. Ethnically half-Scottish, she’s counting down the days when she can go visit again. And being just under five-foot three, she happily claims her short-girl rights to climb on any shelf or counter she needs to.
Official website: https://www.JeannetteDiLouie.com
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