Title: Wish For Me
Series: The Djinn Order, Act One
Author: A. Star
Publication Date: April 27, 2015
Genre: Steampunk Fantasy/Romance
When the snarky Glory St. Pierre discovers the gold mechanical vase in her deceased grandmother’s basement, she has no idea that she has uncovered a priceless treasure: a genie lamp. With a real genie inside. A very sexy genie with a not-so-sexy grudge against the entire human race.
Irving Amir hates being called a genie. He’s a Djinn, and he is none too happy to be in the service of Glory, who is as intolerable, and beautiful, as humans come. Now he owes her his gratitude for freeing him and three wishes. Damn his luck.
But an arrow through the shoulder alerts Irving to the fact that he is being hunted, and after a truce dinner with Glory ends with them both almost being killed, hating each other goes right out the window. As feelings change and love starts to develop, they must dig through the secrets and lies to find the truth...a truth neither of them will ever see coming.
WARNING: Not suitable for ages 18 and under. A significant source of bad language, sexy times, and dirty jokes. If you suffer from a lack of a sense of humor, take with plenty of wine. If the symptom persists, see a doctor.
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A. Star is a fan of dirty passion. She loves to read it, and she damn sure loves to write it. She is the author of the Mythos: Gods & Lovers series, the Djinn Order series, and the Knights of the Joust series. She is a night-owl and a coffee junkie, and the only sneaker she would be caught dead wearing are Converses.
Irving Amir hates being called a genie. He’s a Djinn, and he is none too happy to be in the service of Glory, who is as intolerable, and beautiful, as humans come. Now he owes her his gratitude for freeing him and three wishes. Damn his luck.
But an arrow through the shoulder alerts Irving to the fact that he is being hunted, and after a truce dinner with Glory ends with them both almost being killed, hating each other goes right out the window. As feelings change and love starts to develop, they must dig through the secrets and lies to find the truth...a truth neither of them will ever see coming.
WARNING: Not suitable for ages 18 and under. A significant source of bad language, sexy times, and dirty jokes. If you suffer from a lack of a sense of humor, take with plenty of wine. If the symptom persists, see a doctor.
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Excerpt
“There it is,” he said.
“There what is?” I looked down and saw the gold mechanical vase. “Oh, the vase thing?”
He shot me a look. “It is not a vase.” He looked down again. “It’s a Chronolier.”
“A what?”
“A Chronolier. It means ‘golden exodus’.”
“Golden exodus?”
“Yes. But in simple, mortal terms even you could understand, it’s a lamp.”
I frowned. “Like a light lamp?”
“No.”
“A lava lamp?”
“What in the hell...no.”
I thought about it some more. Then laughed. “You can’t mean what I think you mean.”
He cocked his head at me. “What is it you think I mean?”
I pointed. “You think that’s a lamp. Like a genie lamp.”
“Djinn is the correct term and I don’t think anything. I know.”
“How do you know?”
“Because,” he said, “I’m the Djinn it belongs to.”
He didn’t even give me a chance to process that.
“Where is the key?” he asked.
“The key?” I remembered it had fallen off my bed and landed somewhere…
“There.” Irving knelt down and retrieved the key from under my bed.
“So it is,” I mumbled, trying to blink away the approaching dizzy spell.
“Thank Sultan,” he said, examining the key as he stood. He held it up. “This key is quite valuable, Glory St. Pierre. You should try not to be so careless with it.”
“Excuse you? I don’t even know what the fuck you’re talking about!”
Irving rolled his eyes like I was slow and should have caught on already. “You found my Chronolier and you turned this key, at least three times, correct? Which means, I’m yours for three wishes.”
I blinked. “Are you saying–”
“Yes, Glory. I’m a Djinn.” He blew out an impatient breath. “Or a genie. But if you call me that, I will make your life as unpleasant as possible at every opportunity.”
I stared at him. “Okay.” I reached down and dragged my covers off the floor and over my head. “I’m ready to wake up now.” This had to be a dream. I pointed toward the sky. “I blame you for this!” Old Addie would know who I was talking to.
“You are not dreaming, Glory,” Irving said.
The hell I wasn’t. Dude had just told me he was a fucking genie. I better be dreaming.
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