Series: The Djinn Order, Act One
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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Excerpt
I felt Irving before I saw him. My
stomach fluttered with the usual nervous excitement and I knew he was nearby.
Shifting my bag with Irving’s Chronolier to the other shoulder, I went to stand
on the sidewalk in front of my building, looking both ways down the street
while I anticipated his arrival.
Irving finally appeared…beautiful as
ever…riding the baddest fucking motorcycle I’d ever seen. It sat low to the
ground, so low that the gold piping nearly scraped the road. The thin front
tire was positioned a good two feet out in front of the rest of the bike, held
in place by two gold arms, while the fat rear tire was kept close by an arch of
gold that acted as a protective cover for the wheel. Gold and black fiberglass
made up the main body of the bike, and there was just enough of a seat that two
could sit comfortably. This bike was bad, and I was sure I would never even
glance at my little moped ever again.
Irving was in his usual gear, though
it was glamoured behind the facade of jeans, a leather jacket, and a motorcycle
helmet for any humans in the vicinity. I almost wished it was real, because
glamour or not, Irving looked damn good.
As he brought the bike to a halt and
killed the purr-fect engine, he pushed his gold-rimmed goggles to the top of
his head.
“Am I late?” He checked his pocket
watch and frowned. “I am. It is three minutes after sunrise. I apologize,
Glory.”
“What? Dude, nobody gives a shit.” I pointed
at the bike. “What the hell...”
He grinned and swung himself off of
the machine. “Do you like it?”
“Are you kidding me?” I practically
screeched. “This is the single most fantastic thing I’ve ever seen!”
He leaned down to kiss me. “My raptor
is pleased with your compliment.”
“Your raptor? As in, a velociraptor?”
“Precisely. Velociraptor means ‘swift
seizer’.” His hand glided over the gold handlebars. “There are no two words in
existence to better describe this treasure.”
I stooped down to check out the
wheels. They were gold rimmed and double-plated with gears connecting the
spokes. On closer inspection, I could see that the gears had a very important
function. “I have to agree, Irving. It’s priceless. I mean, look at it. The
steam engine powers the gears, and it’s the gears that propel the bike forward.
They all work together to produce the ultimate speed machine, and the engine
doesn’t even have to work as hard.”
I looked up to catch Irving smiling
at me. “You have industrial knowledge.”
I raised a brow. “Industrial
knowledge is pushing it. I
know a little bit about sikes and that’s it.”
“Sikes?”
“Yeah, cycles and bikes.”
Irving chuckled. “You are an
interesting character, Glory St. Pierre.”
“You should talk, Irving Amir.”
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