The Djinn's Desire (Paperback)

One wish. Two fates. A passion that could destroy them both.

Bound by a childhood wish gone horrifically awry, Tanika Skye is the reluctant master of a malevolent djinn who haunts her every step. For years, she has resisted the creature’s dark manipulations, knowing that her vow of virginal solitude is the only thing keeping his destructive power at bay. But her resolve falters when a mysterious and dangerously charming stranger enters her salon, awakening long-buried desires.

Ophir, a djinn himself, is on a quest to return to his own dimension and knows that Tanika holds the key to his escape, but his unexpected attraction to the fiery, defiant woman complicates his mission. Torn between his desire for freedom and his growing feelings for Tanika, Ophir hatches a plan that could cost them both everything...

In a world where wishes come with a deadly price, love may be the most perilous magic of all.

The Djinn’s Desire is a steamy fantasy romance that will sweep you into a realm of forbidden passion, where the line between good and evil blurs, and where a single wish can change everything. Perfect for readers who crave intense chemistry, powerful magic, and a heroine forced to choose between her heart and her soul.

Slowly, Tanika brought the money he’d given her back into view. Shoving the bills across the table at him, she said, “I’m sorry.”

Ophir stared at the money, stunned. The paper meant nothing to him. He could conjure more whenever he pleased. What surprised him was that she was giving it back. And very little about humans surprised him these days. Shaking his head, he said, “Tell you what. You let me read your palm, and you can keep the money.”

Her gaze cut to him, suspicion flickering in her eyes. “You want to pay me to read my palm? Why?”

He shrugged and held out his hand in request. “Call it a whim.”

After a moment, she lay the back of her hand against his open palm. Her face remained completely serious. “Okay. But if this is a gimmick to ask me out, the answer is no. And I’m still keeping the money.”

Chuckling, Ophir wrapped his large hand around her smaller one and drew it close. Her knuckles were slightly chapped, but the rest of her skin was soft and warm. A fresh, citrusy smell rose from her flesh, and he breathed deep, seeking the sharp anise bite of djinn magic. It was there, ingrained within her flesh, as if her very cells were infused with the power.

And he still couldn’t read her.

He caressed her wrist with his thumb, sensing the very mortal pulse beneath her skin. There was something more within her, something of his own world. Something djinn. Certainly she wasn’t the source of the magic? A portal had to be metal.

“So what’s it say?” she asked, interrupting his thoughts.

Keeping his face serious, he leaned forward over the table. He wasn’t sure what was going on here, but he knew how to find out. “Believe it or not, it says you’re going to go out with me.”