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Fresh Pick | I DREAM OF GENIES by Judi Fennell
Fresh Pick / January 11, 2013

Genies #1 January 2011 On Sale: January 1, 2011 Featuring: Matt Ewing; Eden 416 pages ISBN: 1402241895 EAN: 9781402241895 Mass Market Paperback $7.99 Add to Wish List Romance Contemporary, Romance ParanormalBuy at Fresh Fiction Reviewers Favorites of 2012 I Dream of Genies by Judi Fennell Is it possible her wish really can come true? He needs to change his luck, and fast! Matt Ewing would gladly hunt down a fortune in lucky pennies if he thought it would help save his business. But for all his hoping, Matt’s clueless when his long awaited lucky charm falls in his lap in the form of a beguiling genie. He just can’t believe that this beautiful woman could be the answer to his prayers… She’s been bottled up for far too long! Spending 2,000 years in a bottle would make any woman go a little stir crazy. So when Matt releases Eden from her luxurious captivity, she’s thrilled to repay him by giving him the magical boost he needs… But for all her good intentions, Eden’s magical prowess is a little rusty and her magical mistakes become more than embarrassing. And though Eden knows falling in love will end her magic and…

Sasha Summers | My Favorite Excerpt
Author Guest / January 11, 2013

I think it’s safe to say that most writers fall for their hero. Makes sense, right? When we write, we tend to play up the things we find dreamy and scrumptious and channel it into our guy. Gunner was an especially manly hero to work with. So, let me set us this excerpt (which I love)… At this point, Jen’s trying to get over Gunner, but he seems to keep cropping up wherever she is – in a non-stalker-like way, though! Poor Gunner is just as frustrated by circumstances; he’s just pretty good at repressing his feelings. But this excerpt is one that shows how fragile his control is when it comes to Jen, and how truly powerful he is. Excerpt: Nothing else to say? I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach. I was hurt, breathless, and sad. At least now I know where I stand. No hope, no illusions. “Let’s get back to work.” “Work,” I murmured, trying not to lose it. I had to do something. My nerves were humming with energy and frustration. Since what I wanted to do—kiss him, throw him on the mat, and make him forgive me—wasn’t an option, I’d have to…