in the A Wish, A Kiss, A Dream anthology with Lora Leigh & Mary Wine When Tamric chose to become Djinn, he never imagined that he would be trapped in service to a magickal mirror for thousands of years, granting one wish to each woman who holds it. Tam is ready to do anything to obtain his freedom when he meets the human who will make him burn with a hunger he had long ago forgotten and yearn for a love unlike any he has ever imagined. For her he will give up his freedom, his dreams, his everything. Just to see her joy—before he disappears from her life forever.
Tam stared at the woman as she walked away, her movements slow, graceful, a tiny smile on her pretty mouth. She was dressed much as she had been two days before, when she had summoned him to her with the softly whispered words, I wish.
A short, midnight blue, silky chemise skimmed her thighs just below the rounded curve of her butt. A delightfully round butt, at that. Not some skinny coatrack there, but a real woman. Thick, straight, fiery red hair fell past her shoulders, nearly down to the butt that kept drawing his eye. Her eyes were dark, he hadn’t gotten close enough to see the color.
That pretty cupid’s bow mouth had seemed so sad—everything about her was sad. His jaw clenched, eyes on her retreating back. Those eyes, whatever the color, were odd. Almost fey-like. Hell, she was fey, walking on feet that barely seemed to touch the ground and eyes that looked at everything and nothing.
He recalled how she had stroked the mirror, the odd look of peace that had come over her face for a moment. She’d sensed the mirror’s importance. You didn’t see that kind of joy and peace in somebody who thought it was just a pretty trinket.
With a tight scowl, he started to pace, wondering why in the hell she hadn’t tried to use her wish. “What are you waiting for?” he muttered, not concerned with her hearing him.
Mortals couldn’t, unless he wanted them to. A movement caught his attention. She had stopped in the hallway, turned around, and was staring toward where he stood with her head cocked, as though she had heard him. But that wasn’t possible.
So why was she standing there, with that odd, almost frightened look in her eyes?
He thrust up his arms and in a burst of light only the Djinn could see, he was gone.