One Djinn warrior, intent on saving a handful of innocents. One evil leader of the damned, with a hefty
God complex. One will stop at nothing to
save the world, the other will do everything to rule it…
The bottle…
Yanked from a five hundred year prison sentence to rescue a
few unwitting pawns in the battle between two Djinn races, Manick of the Krave
House has precious little time to reacquaint himself with his powers before
chasing down—and saving—a mostly human target.
The problem? She thinks he’s
either a fake or a bottle-dwelling pansy.
Is only a myth.
What can she say?
Raised in the jaded world of Las Vegas with its seen-all, done-all
nightlife, it takes a lot to sway Alaiya Lovely. The guy claiming to be the djini who’ll
rescue her from the troubling changes plaguing her life is either too good to
be true…or a candidate for the loony bin.
Do you believe?
It’ll take more than a couple of encounters to convince
Alaiya she needs to trust him, but Manick has never been accused of giving up
on his duty. Trailing the little minx
through bars, strip clubs and brothels, his determination and success is bigger
than her resistance. But to attain the
ultimate prize, he must leave his duty behind and sacrifice all he’s ever
wanted.