I have a demanding Djinn. He’s called Johnny and he was the star of Silver Screen Dream but that wasn’t enough for him, oh no, he wanted a sequel. So here it is, Bollywood Nightmare!
Book two in the Djinn’s Amulet Series
Sometimes what seems to be a nightmare can change into a dream come true.
Kiya is the daughter of Rahul Khan, the biggest Bollywood star of all time and she is a talented actress in her own right. Her abundant curves have taken Bollywood by storm and now Hollywood is knocking at her door.
Johnny is the Khan family Djinn. He is responsible for Rahul meeting his true love Laura. Well, that’s what he tells people anyway. His Masters latest wish is the safekeeping of his daughter Kiya on her American adventure. How he ends up powerless and alone he’s not quite sure and how he’s going to rescue the kidnapped Kiya without his Djinn magic is a mystery.
Luckily, Kiya has many talents She sets about seducing her captor, Aseem but it isn’t just her virginity he takes, it’s her heart.
Will Kiya and Aseem beat the odds, escape the badlands warehouse and have all the wild, kinky sexy they long for? Will Johnny be wished free, will he go to his soul mate in Djinnistan and will they all live happily ever after?
Reader Advisory: This book contains contains a scene of dubious consent, some hot spanking, sexy bondage and a sarcastic Djinn you are going to fall in love with.
Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series.
Here’s an excerpt from Kiya’s point of view, there is a bit of Johnny in it though!
Mumbai seemed exotic to those who didn’t live there. I supposed the same could be said for Las Vegas or Blackpool but when you lived there year round and you saw the grubbiness behind the twinkling bright lights you soon became fed up of even the most exciting locales. So, as the tall buildings, the glam cafés and bars rolled past, the beautiful people in shades and sparkling saris, the tourists with their cameras and their guide books, the bling and the brightness were all lost on me. I just ignored it all and dreamt of what lay ahead in the land of morning glory”¦well, the saying was something like that, I was sure.
“Sweet dreams, Miss,” he whispered and then wandered away from me to deal with a business man three chairs in front. His arse really was well worth ogling. Mum had taught me many an English word that I loved to use but Dad hated hearing me use. Arse was one of them.
That steward did have a bloody good arse though. I imagined what it might be like naked, which then led to thoughts of touching it, clutching at it even as he lay between my thighs, thrusting into me with an equally pleasing member .
Bollywood Nightmare is available from Total-e-Bound and all other good ebook retailers.
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