brother treasured the bloody thing above anything else. And Ryan seemed to enjoy doing all he could these days to piss Caleb off.
A sudden pang of guilt and remorse washed over him. Caleb was the talent behind the band and the jealousy seemed to gnaw at Ryan’s soul some days. All he did was sing the words Caleb wrote to the music that Caleb composed. Caleb was the reason for their success because the little shit had more talent in his little finger than Ryan had in his whole body.
But it wasn’t Caleb’s fault. And he didn’t help much by being so strung out on drugs and booze.
No. That was all his own doing. Well, now could be the perfect time to make something right. He could return this little bottle back to its rightful place and hope Caleb hadn’t even noticed it was missing.
Ryan rubbed the wet sand off the blue glass to find writing etched into the bottle. “Mari,” he read out loud.
The surface heated in his hands and shook. The most stunning hottie he’d ever seen, coloured silks barely covering her luscious body, appeared before him and bowed low in the surf lapping at his feet.
“Master. I am Mari, your Djinn,” the woman said.
What. The. Fuck.
He must be more fucked up than he thought. Now he was hallucinating some erotic version of I Dream of Jeannie . He reached out to touch her and his fingertips tingled with the contact.
She’s definitely real.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked climbing to his feet.
She rose to her full height, though inclined her head. “I am yours to command, master. At least until you’ve made your three wishes.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“I’m sorry, master.” Uncertainty flashed across her face. “Please forgive me if I have offended you. This is my first time.”
“No, it’s not you,” he said, instantly sorry, and ran his hand through his hair. “I just wish I could stop fucking things up.”
The gold cuffs on her wrists glowed and she held her arms up toward the sky. “Done.”
About Tracey O’Hara
Tracey has been reading from a young age and loves a mix of action, adventure and romance. She came to writing erotic fiction on a dare and discovered that not only was it fun, but she had a bit of a knack for it. She is a wife, a mum to two grown boys as well as three cats and a cute pug called Colin. She also writes under the name Tracie Sommers.
First published by Momentum in 2012
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The Final Wish: Hot Down Under
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