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    Revolve: A Bewitching Romance
    Revolve: A Bewitching Romance
    Revolve: A Bewitching Romance
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    Revolve: A Bewitching Romance

    By Wendy Dalrymple

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    Jessica Marx is a full-time shop girl and a part-time witch living among the mortals in Ybor City, Florida. At her vintage boutique, she uses her powers of divination and enchantment to help deserving customers find love, by charming the one-of-a kind pieces they buy. Even though she’s still a new witch, her love spells seem to work (sort of) and Jessica gets a boost of good vibes every time she helps make a love connection.
    But even though Jessica is pining for the clerk from the shop down the street, she can’t seem to conjure a love spell for herself. As Valentine’s Day approaches, a handsome customer shows up looking for a particular pair of blue jeans. Will Jessica get her long-awaited happy ending, or will her witchy ways leave her lonely?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBryant Street Shorts
    Release dateJul 23, 2020
    ISBN9781094412214
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    Wendy Dalrymple

    Wendy Dalrymple crafts highly consumable, short and sweet romances inspired by everyday people. When she’s not writing happily-ever-afters, you can find her camping with her family, painting (bad) wall art, and trying to grow as many pineapples as possible. Keep up with Wendy at www.wendydalrymple.com!

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      I wanted more. I loved each of the little vignettes, but I would totally read more about Jessica! I have questions that only a thorough backstory could be answered by ;)

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    Revolve - Wendy Dalrymple

    Part 1: The Prom Dress

    Jessica Marx turned the lock on the iron accordion security gate and pushed it aside. She kicked away two empty beer cans from the glass front door and pulled off a paper flyer, making a mental note to sweep up the entrance. She had to hurry; there were a little less than ten minutes before her vintage-clothing store, Revolve, would be open for business.

    It was a steamy June morning in Ybor City, and though it was nearly ten a.m., the streets were just starting to come alive. Only a few hours before, the main strip had been bustling with the usual parade of club kids, drunk white-collar professionals, bikers, punks, and tourists. The cobblestone streets of the entertainment district were almost unrecognizable once the sun went down, and Jessica always marveled at the stillness of her block in the daylight.

    Millicent greeted Jessica at the door, demanding her breakfast, as usual. A hefty nine-pound Maine Coon, the brown-and-caramel-striped cat was active and nimble, and demanded only the finest cuisine. Fancy Feast would have been an insult; Millicent was Jessica’s familiar, after all.

    Whatcha got today, Jess? Smoked salmon? Sushi? Millicent said, circling Jessica’s ankles.

    Well, good morning to you, too, Jessica said, tossing her keys and purse on the counter. Hold on.

    Jessica flicked her wrist to turn on the lights and found Millicent’s food dishes, pouring cream into one and shredded chicken into the other. Millicent hopped up onto the counter and pushed Jessica’s hand away, greedily chomping down her meal.

    Jeez, Millie, you’re gonna choke, Jessica said, shaking her head.

    You wish, Millicent said between bites.

    Jessica had tried to talk Millicent into staying at her apartment on numerous occasions, but she preferred to make her home at the store. Jessica spent most of her time there anyway, and she was happy to have her fluffy magical companion at her side.

    That’s a huge bag of stuff you brought in today, Millicent said, licking the last bit of cream from her whiskers. Find anymore cat-print sweaters? Or furs? That estate sale on Davis Island must have been a jackpot.

    Nope, Jessica said, emptying the contents of her gym bag onto the sorting table. Even better. Prom dresses.

    Ooh! Millicent said, hopping over to the table and batting at a flounce of red tulle. These are great!

    Yeah, I’ve just gotta sort and tag them and they’ll be ready to go. I snagged this one for three dollars, Jessica said, holding up a black velvet off-the-shoulder dress. It’s a vintage Jessica McClintock. I bet I can get at least a hundred for it.

    "Psh, for that? Millicent said, flopping down on the counter and licking a paw to clean herself. For a hundred dollars, you’d better throw in a free enchantment."

    Ha, Jessica snorted. We’ll see. I should go change the sign to ‘open.’

    Mmhmm, Millicent said knowingly, watching her mistress out of the corner of her eye.

    Jessica always took the opportunity to linger at the window just a little too long when it was time to open the store. From that angle, she could go unnoticed and get a really good view of the cigar shop across the street. It was traditional for the cigar rollers to perform their trade in the window so passers-by could see the process. Every Tuesday and Thursday, Jessica paid extra attention to one cigar roller in particular who was always wearing headphones, wide eyes deep in concentration, his artistic hands elegantly rolling the cigars back and forth.

    What’s Kenny listening to today? Millicent said, rubbing up against Jessica’s ankle.

    Fugazi, Jessica said, sighing and staring wistfully across the street. I can’t hardly take it, Millie.

    Go talk to him already! Millicent said with a yowl. What are you waiting for?

    He has a girlfriend. I can’t, Jessica said, turning away from the window and heading back to her pile of dresses. Besides, I’m trying to turn over a new leaf, remember? I’m a good little witch now.

    "Bo-ring, Millicent said, returning to her pet bed behind the counter. Honey, if I had your face and your body, I wouldn’t worry about being good or not."

    Yeah, well, dark magic doesn’t pay, and it doesn’t make me feel good, either, Jessica said, arranging the black velvet dress on a hanger. I learned that lesson the hard way.

    Jessica finished hanging her new stock, priced it, and took photos to post on her online store. She was just about to finish when the bell hanging over the door rang, signaling the arrival of a customer.

    Welcome to Revolve! she called out, turning to see who had come in. She smiled and recognized Brooke, a waitress from The Green Iguana.

    Hey, Jess, Brooke said, heading straight to the rack of band T-shirts.

    Jessica frowned a little, watching her casual acquaintance shuffle through the clothing rack. She could feel the sadness emanating off of her, and it broke her heart to see how much she had changed in the last few weeks. Jessica’s blessing and her curse was the ability of sight, and without ever exchanging more than pleasantries with Brooke, she was able to know all about her life. She could see the viscerally felt heartbreak flowing off of her in dull gray waves, and could taste the bitterness of betrayal, sadness, and despair in the air.

    Brooke selected a well-worn Joy Division shirt from the rack and brought it to the counter. Jessica rang her up, studying her features

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