Enchantment, Inc.

By Debbie Mumford

The Realm of Faery owns and operates a massive entertainment complex in Las Vegas. Humans flock to the three floors of boutique shops, restaurants, and theaters, but are completely unaware of the magic that surrounds them.

 

But what happens if one of the supernatural creatures serving the Dark King defies a direct order? His human glamour won't save him from the trolls who hunt him, and neither will the merely mortal police!

 

A vividly realized race through a fantasy-filled Las Vegas megaplex, "Enchantment, Inc." will leave you absolutely breathless.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WDM Publishing
• Release date: Mar 16, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224924042

Debbie Mumford

Debbie Mumford specializes in speculative fiction—fantasy, paranormal romance, and science fiction. Author of the popular Sorcha’s Children series, Debbie loves the unknown, whether it’s the lure of space or earthbound mythology. Her work has been published in multiple volumes of Fiction River, as well as in Heart’s Kiss Magazine, Spinetingler Magazine, and other popular markets. She writes about dragon-shifters, time-traveling lovers, and ghostly detectives for adults as Debbie Mumford and contemporary fantasy for tweens and young adults as Deb Logan.

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Enchantment, Inc.

ENCHANTMENT, INC.

DEBBIE MUMFORD

WDM Publishing

CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Epilogue

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1

Iraced through the expansive lobby of Enchantment, Inc., pushing past gawking tourists and weaving among guests of the massive complex. Humans! Completely oblivious to my fear, and their own danger at the hands, and claws, of the goons who hunted me.

How could they see the soaring vault of the atrium’s crystal ceiling, the lacy balcony railings of the three floors of boutique shops, restaurants, and theaters that overlooked the atrium lobby and not know that magic was involved? Enchantment, Inc. might exist in Las Vegas, Nevada, but it was owned, operated, and supported by the Realm of Faery, and I’d done the unthinkable. I’d defied a direct order from the Dark King.

My very existence was forfeit unless I managed to reach the top of the complex before the goons—trolls wearing human glamours—caught me.

I reached a bank of elevators and paused. Did I dare enclose myself in a metal box to reach the upper floors? I glanced over my shoulder, saw the grinning face of a hobgoblin, and thought better of it. Hobgoblins had an