So, you all know how much I love Johnny the Djinn and that Bollywood Nightmare is now on general release so here is a Djinn’s Amulet Sunday Snog!
This is the second book in the Djinn’s Amulet series and Johnny is back and in trouble, unusual for him, huh? If you’ve not met Johnny, you need to check out Silver Screen Dream. He’s a sweetheart really, you’re going to love him. Now onto the blurb for book two!
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 a hot little excerpt from Kiya’s point of view, she’s getting to know Aseem just a little better…
“I don’t know, it looks quiet in here.”
“It does? I can’t really see anything, it’s dark.”
“I think it’s a broom closet or something,” he said, “but I don’t care.” “Why are we in here, then?”
“Oh, darling Kiya, you’re so innocent.” He chuckled, I felt his chest rise and fall against my breast. “We’re in here to fuck.”
“Oh,” I gasped, “I like that idea.”
“Good.” He stopped talking and started kissing. Hard and deep, it was a kiss that brooked no nonsense. I responded in kind, wrapped my arms tightly around him and pulled him in against me. I could feel his arousal pushing against my stomach.
I felt lightheaded. It was probably the lust but could have also been the chemical smell that surrounded us that held a hint of bleach and furniture polish. I was fairly certain we were in a cupboard with the cleaning supplies and that theory was confirmed when I kicked a metal bucket and a wooden stick hit me in the head.
“Ouch,” I cursed, and pushed the mop and bucket away from me.
“Apologies, darling, we’ll make love in a bed soon, I promise,” he cooed and kissed my neck. “But I need you now. I don’t want to wait.”
“No, please don’t wait,” I gasped. He pushed his hands up and under my new t-shirt and squeezed and pressed my breasts through the lace of my fancy new bra. I mewled as he tickled my nipples. I ran my hands down his back to cup his buttocks through the thick denim of his jeans. As our kiss deepened I ran one hand round the front of his trousers, pulled down the zip and popped open the fly
I was delighted to feel the heavy and hard weight of his cock against my hand with no material to block its softness and heat. I stroked it eagerly and felt my pussy tighten and moisten in anticipation.