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Pre-Order Bollywood Nightmare now, 15% discount!


It’s been a long time coming (sorry) but here is the second book in the Djinn’s Amulet series. Johnny’s back and he’s in a lot of trouble.

Johnny wanted.

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.

Bollywood Nightmare by Victoria Blisse

We meet the next Generation of the Khan’s in Bollywood Nightmare. Kiya is feisty, she’s funny and she’s not at all impressed that her Dad has a Djinn who always seems to spoil her fun. You’re going to have great fun getting to know this new addition to the family. Here’s a little excerpt all about Kiya.

Once the discomfort of take-off faded away I quickly became bored. The film was one I’d seen before, in fact my father starred in it, and I was finding it impossible to sleep. However, I got the nice, Indian steward to pass me down a light blanket and I enjoyed the way he draped it across my body and stroked the wrinkles straight, cupping my curves when he had no real need to do so. I smiled at him and he winked at me.

“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. Now, this made me sound like a randy young thing who just had nothing but sex on the brain but, well, it was kind of true. You had to remember I was really just discovering my sexuality and I decided the more practice the better really. I did have a blanket covering me and there was no one sat beside me so really, it wasn’t that sluttish of me to reach my hand down under the blanket and beneath my skirt. No one could see me wiggle a finger between my sticky lips. I really was quite discreet.

Well, if you ignored the fact I was masturbating in the first-class compartment of an aeroplane surrounded by a dozen or so passengers and with the possibility that a steward could walk past me at any moment. I supposed that was what really excited me. I could be caught, but as long as I was careful no one would know but me.

I closed my eyes and snuggled down into my reclined seat. I lay on my side, my hands between my thighs, as if that was the natural way I slept. No one but I knew that my fingers were not clenched together innocently on top of my clothing, no, they were stroking inside my knickers, seeking out the rhythm that would bring me to a climax. I listened intently as I wiggled my fingers in the sticky folds of my pussy. Nothing untoward was audible, just the occasional movement, the odd scrunch of a packet.

I continued to think of the steward and his tight buttocks. I imagined us naked together, rubbing and kissing, biting and licking. I wanted to clamp him between my thighs and use him for my pleasure. I came as I imagined him buried deep inside me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

I drifted off to sleep for a bit then, after extricating my hands from my clothing, of course. I was woken by the steward very gently shaking my shoulder.

“We’re coming in to land, Miss, everyone needs to have on their seat belts.”

I smiled up at him and he helped me to sit up, pushing the lever to spring my chair back into a chair and not a bed. He reached over me and grabbed the seatbelt then buckled me in. I could smell him, his scent was that of soap and his stiff uniform. I blushed and remembered him being so close to me in my fantasy.

“I know what you were doing earlier,” he whispered in my ear. “Next time, you should let me join in.”

I gasped and he gently ran a finger down my arm. I looked into his eyes and he grinned wickedly then winked and walked away.

Bollywood Nightmare is available to pre-order at Total-E-Bound now and you get a 15% discount! Bargain.

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