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Sugar & Spice -- Christine d'Abo

Genre: M/F Paranormal Romance


All Bottled Up

Call center worker Viola White makes a living selling dream vacations. Too bad her own life is a litany of unfilled fantasies. Prime example the boss she pines for barely knows she exists. Now that she s won a trip to a Mexican beach resort, though, she vows to shake things up. Instead she winds up alone, empty handed and with a sore toe from the beautiful bottle she s tripped over.

A bottle that s purple, gold and stuffed with over six feet of blue-eyed, black-haired hunk. If anyone could teach her how to seduce her boss, it s this sexy genie.

Jerod can t believe his bad luck. Three thousand years of granting frivolous wishes, and now he s stuck playing matchmaker. A series of sensual lessons later, he finds there s something different about this shy Viola. Something that tempts him to try to break free of his curse and make a life for himself with her.

All he has to do is convince Viola that the man of her dreams is a dud. And the right man for the job of loving her is a genie.   

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“This is a fabulously fun and playfully erotic love story. Jerod and Viola are vivacious, full of life, and refreshingly normal. I especially love how the author develops Viola’s transformation in a purely natural way. She is someone we can all relate to, and her story is a real pleasure to read.” Coffee Time Romance


With her eyes locked on the bottle, she slowly made her way back to shore. Sand clung to the smooth glass and she had to rinse it in the water and rub away the quickly drying salt from the smooth surface. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She was so taken with her discovery she didn’t notice that someone was standing behind her. Until he snapped the elastic strap of her bikini top.

“What the hell!”

Viola spun on her heels, ready to unleash hell on the unwelcome juvenile delinquent. Her mouth dropped open when she came face-to-face with the most amazingly handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on.

“Good day,” he said and bowed deeply from the waist. “My name is Jerod. And what is the name of the goddess who awoke me from my slumber?”

The sound of his voice sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. Despite the warmth of the sun and water, goosebumps rose on her skin. Viola gave her head a shake.


Her brain felt like mush. He called me a goddess? He must be drunk on the rum punch. It was pretty good stuff after all. She gave her head a shake and tried to place his accent. Mediterranean? Italian? Not Spanish though. She really needed to become more worldly, especially if there were men like him out there.

His eyes were crystal blue, so light she’d almost swear he wore contact lenses. His hair was pitch black, as was his goatee. He wore no shirt, but instead had a midnight blue satin vest that did little to hide the perfect six pack and firm pecs. He stood with his hands on his hips drawing her attention to the mysteries below his golden belt. His pants were made of the same material, which hugged his thighs nicely. He stood barefoot as the water lapped at his toes.

Perfect and very yummy.

“Do I meet your approval?”

She snapped her eyes back to his face and prayed she wasn’t drooling. Shit, I’m acting like Bill. Viola felt her face heat and she wanted to crawl under a large beach towel and hide. Face to face conversations weren’t her strong suit. That’s why she loved working in a call center—she was braver when faceless.

Beth’s words began to ring in her ears—get laid. Viola straightened, looked this snacktastic man in the eyes and smiled.

“I’m sorry, that was rude of me. You surprised me. What did you say your name was?”


He looked amused, like someone who was initiating a new member into a secret club. Viola found her gaze constantly slipping over his body, checking out every inch of his half-naked body. When he chuckled, her brain finally kicked past her libido and she held out her hand.

“I’m Viola. It’s very nice to meet you, Jerod.”

Instead of taking her hand, he nodded his head, keeping his eyes locked on hers the entire time. The urge to squirm under the intensity of his gaze was strong. Instead she buried her toes into the sand and kept staring back. Think sexy.

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