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What’s a butch to do? Ignore everything she’s ever believed or listen to her heart?
Straight-talking gardener, Shelly, doesn’t understand why her flowers refuse to bloom and why the weather won’t do as it should. Give her a square patch of earth and she’ll bring it to life. Hand over a power drill, and Shelley can knock together a fancy bedroom in under a day. Physical tasks are easy. If only people were as straightforward!
The problems arise when she begins work on a garden near the sea. The owner insists the property has a water issue and demands an excavation of the area. Shelly digs deep, but the ground is dry as sand. In frustration, she talks to the flowers. A sweet voice answers from beneath the ground, and out flies a beautiful Jinni who badly needs the help of a buff woman. Shelly insists the voice is her subconscious. After all, it’s been a year since her last relationship. Everyone gets lonely. Right?
Magic? Get out of town!
Supernatural spirits? Nope.
Paranormal? Don’t make her laugh!
Kind, loving Jinni. The unluckiest of magical spirits with a history of choosing the wrong mistress. All she’s ever wanted is the love of a strong woman exactly like Shelly…
Can Shelly find the strength to believe what’s in front of her nose and make them both happy?
Publisher: JMS Books, LLC
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Genres:
Pairings: F-F
Heat Level: 1
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Lesbian
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Age Difference, Cultural Differences, Fairy Tales Revisited, Hurt / Comfort, Unrequited Love
Word Count: 16K
Languages Available: English
While waiting for dinner to cook, I had the great idea of washing the lamp with washing-up liquid and a scrubbing brush. Maybe it would clean up and I’d be able to sell it? Perhaps it might be possible to trace its origin online. If nothing else, making the old lamp sparkle would cheer me up.
Being careful not to fully immerse the fragile container in water, I gently cleaned the wider section. It soon became obvious that an ancient type of cork had been placed into the funnel and was now stuck fast. Using a wooden chopstick, I began scraping at the mold until the whole item exited the lamp with a resounding pop.
A whooshing sound accompanied by a pinky-blue mist pushed me backward onto the kitchen floor. “Bloody hell!” I landed heavily, surrounded by lights, mist, glitter, and surrealness. As well, my normally cool kitchen became infused with an intense heat I’d only experienced while on holiday in countries with warmer climates.
READ MOREThe kitchen faded. Exotic music flitted in and out of my consciousness. Severely panicked, I closed my eyes and tried to summon up the sweet, helpful voice of Jinni, who I now thought of as a friend. “Jinni? What the fuck?”
I was lucky—almost immediately she took my hand and soothed my brow. “Mistress? Are you all right?” Alongside her worry for me, other emotions spilled from her. Joy, excitement, and glee, which was almost childlike. “Free, free, free! I’m free and it’s all down to you. I told you, Mistress! You’re special.”
Then she kissed my cheeks, lips, head, and even my hands. It was nice to be adored and looked after, instead of ignored. I was still in shock due to the mist and heat, so I kept my eyes closed for what seemed like a really long time, until a weight began pressing upon the length of my body, and something ticklish beneath my nose made me sneeze.
I opened my eyes to find a beautiful redheaded woman lying atop my body, chin cradled by her hands and the most gorgeous gray-blue eyes staring intently into my soul. “Mistress Shelly,” she purred, speaking with the voice of Jinni.
Convinced I was dreaming, I closed my eyes. “Fuck’s sake.” When I peeped through my eyelids, the same thing happened…
The woman grinned. “I’m real. Closing your eyes won’t change anything.”
My mind went blank. I closed my eyes again. All I could think about was how alike she was to the redhead I’d imagined. Down to the scattering of freckles across her cute nose and the messy hair which fell about her shoulders, she was pretty much identical.
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