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Is it possible her wish really can come true?
Genies #1 Read Kindle PreviewHe needs to change his luck, and fast! 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, Mattβs clueless when his long awaited lucky charm falls in his lap in the form of a beguiling genie. He just canβt believe that this beautiful woman could be the answer to his prayersβ¦ Sheβs 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, sheβs thrilled to repay him by giving him the magical boost he needsβ¦ But for all her good intentions, Edenβs 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 canβt help but be drawn to the one man who wants her just for herselfβ¦ Excerpt Icy shards of glass pelted Edenβs 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 wasnβt exactly cold or uncomfortable, but her legs definitely were. She twitched her toes, trying to feel the floor, onlyβ¦ there wasnβt one. She was floating? Eden nibbled the inside of her cheek. She didnβt 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 andβ 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 free. 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 sheβd inhabited for the last century and not the arid desert of her homeland, because it meant that Faruq hadnβt 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 Faruqβs 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 cheekβ Holy heavenly bodyβit 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 wasnβt lightning. Matt Ewing. Here. Holding her. Every fantasy sheβd 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, manβ¦ Mmm, he smelled good. Very good. Like a desert oasis to a parched traveler. After her drought of human contact, thatβs exactly what she was. The stars were truly aligned for her today. Freedom and himβ she couldnβt ask for more. His cadence slowed and he jostled her in his arms, a few of his fingers sliding beneath whatever blanket heβd put over her and brushing the side of her breast. OK, so, yes, she could ask for more. After all, itβd 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 wouldnβt turn into his touch and let him know she was awake. She didnβt want this to end. And call her curious, she wanted to see what heβd do next. The sound of jingling keys scraping against a door answered the question of what, but the question of where quickly followed. A raindrop seeped between her lips and went down the wrong pipe. She swallowed the cough and wished heβd hurry up and open the door already. βDamn. I must have forgotten to lock it.β He cursed again as he half-fell inside, her slippers brushing the doorframe. 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. βWhat am I going to do with you?β 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 sheβd like to do with him. βI need to get you out of those clothes.β This was sounding better by the minute. Start Reading I DREAM OF GENIES Now
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