**Mix one part Mermaid --one part Genie. Throw in an intoxicated God of the Sea and and a few smack-talking Pirates. What have you got?** **Pandemonium.** **Petunia's Pandemonium to be more accurate.** **Petunia** Letting the ocean current take me where it may for the last twenty-five years hasn
Petunia's Pandemonium: Sea Shenanigans Book Five
β Scribed by Robyn Peterman
- Publisher
- Robyn Peterman
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 173 KB
- Category
- Fiction
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β¦ Synopsis
Mix one part Mermaidβone part Genie. Throw in an intoxicated God of the Sea and and a few smack-talking Pirates. What have you got?
Pandemonium.
Petunia's Pandemonium to be more accurate.
Petunia
Letting the ocean current take me where it may for the last twenty-five years hasn't worked out so great. So, instead of getting my tail in a knot, I'm making some swimmingly simple changes.
βStay on Mystical Isle with my cousins who love me.
βAvenge my parents and eliminate the sea monster who's wreaking havoc.
βForget about the gorgeous, no-good Genie who left me at the altarβ¦ so to speak.
βStay away from Genies until the end of time.
βJoin Poseidon's embarrassingly named online dating service for Immortals and get back into the game.
What could go wrong?
Del
I'm a Genie in...
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