Matt Ewing is striving to keep his dream of vintage
woodworking viable. He is hanging on by a hair and refuses
help from anyone, just hoping to land more contracts. The
help comes in the most unimaginable form.
A gorgeous, beguiling woman dressed in a skimpy harem
outfit appears, knocking Matt to the cold Seattle ground,
then lays unconscious in his lap. Eden, being bottled up
for nearly 2,000 years, is suddenly free of her captivity.
The trouble is, when she gains consciousness, her powers
are embarrassingly rusty and definitely "screwy." Eden and
her cat, Obo (with powers of his own), use their abilities
with Matt's help to escape Faruq, who controls Genie
Compliance and is determined to have Eden for himself.
Falling in love with Matt, Eden would lose all powers to
remain with any mortal. When Faruq captures Eden, Obo and
Matt must use the magic amulet to travel to the land of
wonder and magic in their attempt to rescue Eden.
I have read other books by Judi Fennell but none I
enjoyed as much as I DREAM OF GENIES. This story is
absolutely delightful, complete with incredible sex on a
flying blanket amid the stars. Eden's magic gone awry,
along with her butterflies and baby dragon, will keep
readers amused and completely enthralled in the cutest
story ever. This is such a stunning creation and would be
perfect for a series. Hint, hint!
Matt Ewing would gladly hunt down a fortune in lucky pennies
if he thought it would help save his business.
But for all his hoping, Matt’s clueless when his long
awaited lucky charm falls in his lap in the form of a
beguiling genie. He just can’t believe that this beautiful
woman could be the answer to his prayers…
She’s been bottled up for far too long!
Spending 2,000 years in a bottle would make any woman go a
little stir crazy. So when Matt releases Eden from her
luxurious captivity, she’s thrilled to repay him by giving
him the magical boost he needs…
But for all her good intentions, Eden’s magical prowess is a
little rusty and her magical mistakes become more than
embarrassing. And though Eden knows falling in love will end
her magic and immortality, she can’t help but be drawn to
the one man who wants her just for herself…
Icy shards of glass pelted Eden’s legs as she bounced
against something hard. Her head ached. She was cold and
her wrist hurt.
The next bounce shifted her slightly. Actually, her upper
body wasn’t exactly cold or uncomfortable, but her legs
definitely were. She twitched her toes, trying to feel the
floor, only… there wasn’t one. She was floating?
Eden nibbled the inside of her cheek. She didn’t remember
floating today. Wait. What did she remember?
She searched her memory, but it was just flashes of light
amid a blanket of nothingness. Eden sucked in a breath as a
spasm of pain rippled across her temple and—
Wait. That was air. Fresh air.
She inhaled again. Fresh air, even rain-laden, meant she
was out of her bottle. Fresh air meant she was free. After
seventeen hundred ninety-seven years in her bottle, she was
Twelve hundred three years before the end of her sentence.
The bouncing slowed and Eden cracked one eye open. A
raindrop sluiced along her lashes, the cold wind blowing it
off. Thank the stars that she was still in the cold, wet,
dreary part of the world she’d inhabited for the last
century and not the arid desert of her homeland, because it
meant that Faruq hadn’t found her.
But someone had. A man. And not just any man, not this guy.
He was no overweight retiree like Mr. Murphy, not with
these arms. Toned muscles flexed beneath her as he adjusted
his hold and that chiseled jaw and fluid stride ruled out
Faruq’s eunuchs. No rounded features, no softness to this
guy, even with the thick, ebony hair that curled at the
ends just above his wet black sweatshirt, the creases at
the corner of his eye, and the deep dimple in his left
Holy heavenly body—it was him!
Lightning sizzled the air and Eden almost squirmed in his
arms, stopping herself at the last second when a butterfly
landed on her nose. Maybe the sizzle wasn’t lightning.
Matt Ewing. Here. Holding her. Every fantasy she’d had for
the past five years coming to life in the cold, wet rain.
And she was anything but cold.
Heavens, his arms around her felt just right. And the scent
of him, coffee, cinnamon, man… Mmm, he smelled good. Very
good. Like a desert oasis to a parched traveler. After her
drought of human contact, that’s exactly what she was.
The stars were truly aligned for her today. Freedom and him—
she couldn’t ask for more.
His cadence slowed and he jostled her in his arms, a few of
his fingers sliding beneath whatever blanket he’d put over
her and brushing the side of her breast.
OK, so, yes, she could ask for more. After all, it’d been
an incredibly long time since any man had touched her
breast, let alone anything else.
When his fingers inadvertently stroked her again, Eden had
to concentrate so she wouldn’t turn into his touch and let
him know she was awake. She didn’t want this to end. And
call her curious, she wanted to see what he’d do next.
The sound of jingling keys scraping against a door answered
the question of what, but the question of where quickly
A raindrop seeped between her lips and went down the wrong
pipe. She swallowed the cough and wished he’d hurry up and
open the door already.
“Damn. I must have forgotten to lock it.” He cursed again
as he half-fell inside, her slippers brushing the
The warmth was a welcome change to the cold air freezing
her lower limbs. The cushion he placed her on, however, was
a far cry from the comfort of his arms.
“What am I going to do with you?” he muttered, brushing a
strand of hair off her face.
Goosebumps prickled her skin at his touch and she had a
good idea of what he could do with her. She knew what she’d
like to do with him.
“I need to get you out of those clothes.”
This was sounding better by the minute.