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Genre: Paranormal Romance
All Bottled Up
Call center worker Viola White stumbles across a genie in a bottle on a trip to Mexico, giving her wildest dreams a chance to come true. But when she wishes to be taught how to seduce her boss, she doesn’t count on falling in love with her teacher—a three-thousand-year-old genie.
Jerod is tired of serving up the frivolous wishes of his masters. It’s not until he meets Viola that he is tempted to try and make a life for himself. With time running out, Jerod must convince Viola to forget her infatuation with her boss, and see that he’s the right genie for the job of loving her.
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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.