Silver Screen Dream
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by Victoria Blisse
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Romance
Description: Book one in the Djinn's Amulet Series When true love conquers all, what is a djinn to do? Johnny is a djinn, and he has a hard life. His master, Rahul, is a massive Bollywood star who's run off to England to avoid an arranged marriage, a marriage Johnny has to make happen. It's his job. Rahul further complicates matters by falling for a British Bollywood fan, Laura, whom he meets at a film premiere. How can Johnny get his master back to Mumbai to marry the woman to whom he is pledged and away from the English hussy who is steadily taking more and more of his attention? Johnny will use revenge and jealousy, but how will he cope when true love is thrown into the mix?
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: December 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [141 KB]
Reading time: 88-123 min.
It was as if they were practicing for a scene in the stupid film. They stopped talking and stared at each other. I could hear the dreamy twang of a pretend sitar and I thoroughly expected a gaggle of sari-swirling dancing girls to sway and shimmy past at any moment. It couldn't have been better choreographed if there had been a director on set, so to speak.
Their lips met in perfectly synched slow motion. They didn't move for a moment, as if a camera were zooming in to capture the contrast of bright red lady lips and dark guy lips. Then the kiss began in earnest and after a matter of seconds the heat level grew and the whole thing became less Bollywood and more steamy sex tape.
The satin material that covered her body was unwound and discarded with great speed. I confess, I watched. I might be a Djinn, but we have needs, too. I'd not seen a female Djinn for longer than I cared to remember so I would watch Rahul to take the edge off my centuries old inflicted celibacy.
Panya was a little skinny for my liking. Female Djinn's are big and powerful--they need to be to deal with the male of the species. Her body was wiry and skinny and her tits were hard to detect, but Rahul didn't seem to be put off. He stroked then licked and sucked on them until Panya mewled with what I could only assume was delight.
Human sex can be very stimulating under the right circumstances, but I just couldn't get into the action. It seemed so fake. Every movement looked calculated, and even though it all appeared to flow so well, it just seemed as if I were watching porn on the screen. There was no life in them, no spark and no fun.
They made all the right sounds and movements, though, and even their grunts and groans were perfect and polite. I like whimpers and squeaks and laughter and unexpected noises that just burst free from lips. Djinn sex is very violent and harsh and raw, and that's how I like it. Well, I would if I were having any, that is.
Rahul smiled sweetly as he showed the once again dressed Panya out of the door then sighed and shook his head as he pushed it to behind her.
"How's that wife look now?" I asked as he turned around.
"I'm not going to get married, Johnny. Not now, not ever, and certainly not to some simpering fool Dad decided in his apparent wisdom to betroth me to. I'll leave the damn country before I'll get married."
"All right, all right, I get your point. But you know I can't do anything to help you. I have to follow your father's command."
"I know," he sighed. "But you won't make me go and marry her, will you?"
"Oh no, Sir. I can't do that. I was only ordered to make sure you didn't try and marry anyone else. I'm not a heavy, I'm a Djinn."
"Have you ever been married, Johnny?" Rahul asked as he opened the small fridge and pulled out a green bottle filled with ice cold beer.
"Not married, no," I replied.
"But you've been in love?"
"Maybe," I replied cagily. I don't share personal details with humans. It never works out well.
"I don't think I ever have," he sighed as he flicked the beer cap off with a bottle opener. "I don't know if I ever want to fall in love, either."
"Fool," I snapped. "I'm a mostly evil and debauched Djinn and I want to fall in love. Love makes it all worthwhile."
"Yeah, but it ties you down. I don't want to ever settle. If I marry a girl, I'll have to fuck her for the rest of my life. What If I get bored of her?"
"You don't get bored of your soul mate, you idiot. "
"Oh, shut up, Johnny. Who asked for your opinion, anyway?"
I didn't reply. It wasn't worth the waste of my breath. I knew I was right, though. He'd not see the truth in my words until he actually fell in love, and I couldn't do anything about that. It's a rule, Djinn's can't make people fall in love.