Be careful what you wish for (it might come true).
The old adage teaches us that even the things we might most desire
don't come without consequences. A wish for chocolate, well, that brings
calories and weight gain. A wish for a green lawn might bring rain.
We often won't make wishes. We bite them back if the phrasing is too
vague, too open to interpretation. We don't want to send sudden whims or wants
into the universe for fear of how they might be answered. A jinx, a hex, an
ill-wish...that prickle at the back of your neck as you refuse to acknowledge
nature's magic, or the universe granting you your desire—by any means.
Wishes are powerful. They come with rules. Make one as you blow your
birthday candles out. Close your eyes. Don't tell anyone or it won't come true!
Touch wood, close your eyes and hope…but not too much. After all, if wishes
were horses, beggars would ride—so granted wishes aren’t that common.
A wish for a
soulmate, then, for 'in love' rather than just 'love'? That might be life
altering. It is unlikely the one you were meant to be with could slip into your
life without ripple or disruption, unlikely you could leave your old life
without negativity and destruction. But what would you do? What would you
really do if you made that wish and the universe answered it?
What You Wish For by Gina Wynn
secrets and lies have always lurked in the shadows of her marriage to childhood
best friend, Jake, and the magic of wishes and call of destiny from an
alternate world seem to offer her the impossible - a second chance, and a new
she gains is a lonely man, married to Maggie’s alter-ego from his world, and he
has always struggled to understand his wife. Will has long wished for his
marriage to change and rediscovers what was missing when he spends time with
is drawn to Will in this alternate world, Maggie must decide where her ‘love’
for Jake stops and ‘in love’ begins, and discover what happens when she shares
her biggest secret with the stranger who has loved her since they met.
two men in two different lives, it is essential Maggie learns whether she has
the power to call one world ‘home’ without destroying the people she loves. Never stop wishing.
mouth twisted into a self-deprecating smile and he brushed his thumb across my
cheek. I almost closed my eyes at the calm his touch brought me. I ached to
rest my cheek in his palm, to let him soothe me. His hand fell away and I
mourned the loss of contact, the loss of part of myself to want and wishes. I
felt myself splitting, fracturing, dividing right there, and glanced at Will to
see if he noticed.
looked at me, eyes sharp and focused, and the weight of his hand pressed on my
thigh through the blankets. “Have you ever done that thing where you drop
something, hear it hit the ground, and when you search for it, it’s gone? You
might give up after five minutes, or search intermittently for years, but it
doesn’t matter. You won’t find it. It’s not there anymore. It’s sort
of…gone…beyond what you can see. It’s as if it has slipped through the cracks
into somewhere else. Because things don’t just vanish, right? They must go
somewhere…so, somewhere else must exist…and, now, you’re here instead of
narrowed his eyes as if in thought and I fought the urge to touch the tiny
lines where his skin crinkled at the corners, to smooth them for him.
know, I think I dropped something
once.” His voice emerged so quietly I barely heard him.
met my gaze, and gave me a lop-sided grin. “To put it more crudely, I’m guessing
I’m not the man you went to bed with, and you are definitely not the Maggie I fell asleep next to.”
words jolted me, and I wrapped my arms over my waist.
not going crazy.” The last lament of a
crazy woman. “This can only be a dream. Only a dream. Otherwise, I am crazy. Only a dream. Please?”
shook his head, his smile sad. “Is that what you want, Maggie? For me to be a
dream? To wake up?”
I even formed a thought, I shook my head. I didn’t want that.
the magical land of castles and kings (Okay, it’s England), Gina doesn’t feel
as old as she looks, owns three children (aged 2, 5 and 7) who can’t be tamed,
and writes in spare – usually stolen – time. She sometimes bakes—not always
with quite the desired results, and has found the only solution to keeping the
characters in her head quiet is to placate them with lots of other lovely books