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    Djinn's Wish
    Djinn's Wish
    Djinn's Wish
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    Djinn's Wish

    By Shiloh Walker

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    When Tamric chose to become Djinn, he never imagined that he would be trapped in service to a magical 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.

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShiloh Walker
    Release dateMay 15, 2018
    ISBN9781370956067
    Djinn's Wish
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    Shiloh Walker

    Shiloh Walker has been writing since she was a kid. She fell in love with vampires with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to the more...ah...serious works of fiction. She loves reading and writing anything paranormal, anything fantasy, and nearly every kind of romance. Once upon a time she worked as a nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest. She writes paranormal and contemporary romance, as well as romantic suspense.

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      Djinn's Wish - Shiloh Walker

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      © 2005 Shiloh Walker, Inc

      Reissue 2018

      Cover Image © coka I Bigstockphotos

      This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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      Prologue

      Centuries Past…

      His name was Tamric. Young, arrogant and headstrong, Tam wanted nothing more than the excitement of walking the mortal realms, the Djinn Magic that would let him grant wishes, and the prestige that came when he returned to the land of Jinari.

      Eying the rich, carved wooden urn with envy, he closed his eyes, trying to picture the mortal realms. They had mountains there. Mountains, rivers, oceans…

      The dry hot winds of the desert blew in through the window, stirring his thick hair, bringing with it the ripe scent of gesan trees and vandri, the plump purple fruits that grew from those trees.

      Tam ran a hand down the outer curve of the urn, feeling the hum of residual Magic. This had been his mother’s vessel once. For three hundred years, she had been gifted with the chance to walk among mortals—three centuries. Lucky lady, he mused, shaking his head as he rubbed his thumb over the raised carving of the egasi, the symbol of Djinn Magic.

      Nearing the end of her third century, she had met the mortal who had returned the urn to her, without claiming his wish, giving her leave to come back to Jinari, where she was adored and revered by all.

      His lip curled in a scowl.

      That was what he wanted. But when he had been all of fourteen, she had conscripted him into service. Sentenced—that was more like it. Enslaved for five decades.

      Bleeding sands, I don’t want to be a priest. Spinning away from the urn, he paced the room, the loose material of his pants rippling around the strong muscles in his legs, his jewel-adorned belt winking in the light that emanated from the walls.

      A priest… I’d rather freeze in the lowest levels of hell for fifty years.

      He wanted the power of Djinn, wanted to experience life in the mortal world, experience mortal women…and come back here a free man, out from under the shadow of his mother. Wanted to see people look at him with awe.

      He spun around, reached out his hand and cupped the urn’s curve. The urn pulsed under his touch, oddly warm. Narrowing his eyes, he stepped closer and touched it with both hands. The throb of life seemed to course through his hands as they lay against the urn. Unusual…

      He never saw the blue mist that seemed to flow up out of the floor behind him. As he ran his hands along the surface of the urn, he never realized he was being watched.

      It was the gentle clearing of a throat behind him that had him whirling around to stare into the unfathomable eyes of one of the Guardians. His jaw dropped as he sank to one knee, mouth going dry with fear, his heart slamming against his chest.

      "So, young Tamric. You wish to be Djinn?"

      A female voice cried out and Tam flinched as his mother came rushing into the sacred peace room, her amethyst eyes flashing with fury, glinting with tears. No! she shouted, flinging out her hand at the Guardian. "He will not be Djinn."

      The Guardian smiled and Tam thought he looked kind of sad. Isma, he wishes it. He has wished it for a long time.

      He is a fool! A child. He doesn’t know what he wants, she insisted, shaking her head so that her long black braids danced around her shoulders.

      The Guardian slid Tamric a glance and he felt as though the being could see straight through him. He does not wish to go into service to the temple, the Guardian murmured, shaking his head. Bound forever to a life of loneliness. Such a burden to place upon one who doesn’t feel that calling.

      Isma shook her head. No. The Temple is a fine calling. He must learn to appreciate what I can give him, she snarled.

      I do not want it.

      Both of them stilled, turning to look at him. Deep black eyes and pale purple eyes stared at him with varying degrees of surprise. You are a boy! Isma said. "You do not know what you want."

      Tamric glared at her, enraged. "I am not a boy. I’m twenty years old. Next year, I would have been able to leave this household and set up my own. Except you gave away my freedom. For fifty years!" he snarled, his voice dropping to a low growl as he fought to contain his fury. Damn it, he knew she loved him, wanted what was best… But it had to be her definition of best.

      I do not want a sexless existence where I do nothing but live in silence and ponder the meaning of the universe and pray until my knees bleed from kneeling so long on the floor, Tam said coldly, shaking his head. You see only what the priests become after servitude. I know what I must endure to ever attain what you wish for me to have. Fifty years of slaving for the priests, fifty years without the touch of a woman, fifty years of living on little more than bread and water.

      Those fifty years teach you control, discipline, Isma said, her voice level, her eyes unreadable. "After that, you will have everything, your pick of lands, of brides, of everything you could ever want."

      Tam shouted, I do not want it! Slashing at the empty air with his hand, he gritted out, "That is what you want for me. I’ve always done what you wanted. Now, I am doing what I want."

      Turning his eyes to the Guardian, he said, What must I do?

      The sound of his mother’s denial echoed in his ears as a funnel of blue smoke enshrouded

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