Genie Knows Best

Genie Knows Best

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by Judi Fennell

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Praise for I Dream of Genies:

"YOU WILL WANTTO BELIEVE IN MAGIC!" — Kerrelyn Sparks, New York Times bestselling author of The Vampire and the Virgin

Be careful what you wish for. . .

Samantha Blaine is about to make a fateful discovery. A tall, dark, handsome, ohmygosh kind of fateful discovery...

Kal is very

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Praise for I Dream of Genies:

"YOU WILL WANTTO BELIEVE IN MAGIC!" — Kerrelyn Sparks, New York Times bestselling author of The Vampire and the Virgin

Be careful what you wish for. . .

Samantha Blaine is about to make a fateful discovery. A tall, dark, handsome, ohmygosh kind of fateful discovery...

Kal is very pleased to meet his attractive new master – especially since he intends to seduce her into granting him freedom. But when seriously dark magic spells trouble for both of them, Kal can't help himself from falling for the woman who holds his fate in her hands. . .

Warmly acclaimed by readers and critics alike, Judi Fennell brings to life a fabulous world of magic and mayhem where wishes come true in the most unexpected ways!

Praise for I Dream of Genies:

"Sultry sex scenes, sweet but passionate romance, and quick-moving action. . .will keep the reader enraptured." — Publishers Weekly

"Absolutely delightful...will keep readers amused and completely enthralled." — Fresh Fiction

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Fennell follows I Dream of Genies (Jan. 2011) with the charming story of heiress Samantha Blaine, whose life changes abruptly when she discovers a genie’s lamp inside her deceased father’s safe. Before you can say abracadabra, Samantha’s off to the land of Izaaz with genie Kal, launching a madcap romp through pop culture references, sparkly things, and general magical mayhem. Samantha struggles to cope with narcoleptic trolls, quarreling dragon spouses, and battling leprechauns and gnomes. When her former fiancé turns up with some magical items of his own, she must gain confidence in herself (with a little help from the seductive Kal, who makes even orange curly-toed slippers sexy) to thwart his ambitious schemes. Fennell’s light and lively writing is full of humor and cleverness, and the occasional tributes to fantasy classics add extra fun to the spicy story. (Nov.)
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"Sizzling sexual tension, plenty of humor, and a soupçon of suspense..." - Booklist

"Filled with mythical creatures, amazing scenes and well-crafted, hot sex scenes." - RT Book Reviews

"If you're in the market for a magically charming read, Judi Fennell is a must!" - The Romance Reviews

"If you are looking for a love story with a laugh this would certainly fit the bill." - The Long and Short of It Reviews

"A fantasy getaway full of wishes and breathtaking sex." - Fresh Fiction

"Entertaining and funny... One for the keeper shelf. A Night Owl Reviews Top Pick" - Night Owl Reviews

"Fennell's take on the paranormal is original and fresh in a genre sated with too many vampires and werewolves." - Debbie's Book Bag

"Hilarious... witty dialogue and a romance that makes your heart melt.... An excellent mix of fantasy and romance." -

"Punctuated with pop culture puns and snarky characters." - That's What I'm Talking About

"[A] fun ride full of magic..." - Peeking Between the Pages

""A perfect mash-up of sexy romance and magical fantasies, Genie Knows Best is literally the stuff dreams are made of."" - Romance Fiction on

"Full of bright humor and sensuously romantic love scenes." - Star-Crossed Romance

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Every wish comes with complications...

November 17, approximately 10:00 p.m.

Samantha Blaine held her breath and rubbed the copper lantern on the desk in her father's office one more time. A little harder. A little longer.

But still...nothing.

No smoke, no genie, not even a dust bunny. She was being ridiculous; the thing was as much a genie lantern as Albert, her double-crossing, soon-to-be-fiancé—make that, her double-crossing, soon-to-be-ex-soon-to-be-fiancé—was Prince Charming.

Useless. Albert thought she, like this lantern, was useless.

"Trust me, Henley," he'd said during the phone conversation she'd inadvertently overheard not ten minutes earlier. "Daddy's little girl is clueless. Useless. On all fronts. Run the company? Her old man must have had another stroke back when he had that will drawn up. She's incapable. Inept. Hell, she doesn't even have a clue what I'm up to. She doesn't have a clue about anything, so as soon as this memorial thing is over, I'll get my ring on her finger and my hands on the contents of that safe. Then you'll get your money."

Samantha flicked the edge of the letter with the combination to the safe. Dad's attorney had given it to her earlier. He'd said Dad had wanted her to have it tonight during the funeral—no, during Dad's life celebration. That was her father, always looking for the good in everything, but what good had there been in opening it now, in the middle of this party, just to retrieve a souvenir from her parents' honeymoon? She didn't really want a reminder of the happily ever after she apparently wasn't going to have with Albert. Without him. Whatever.

She traced the lantern's curved spout, thoroughly appreciating the irony that Albert had been tearing the house apart for weeks trying to find the combination to the safe, yet she'd been the one to open it.

Useless, was she? Who was the inept one now?

She tapped the flame-shaped finial on the lid. Finding this wasn't a victory though, because while Albert might not have been Prince Charming material, she'd thought he'd had some redeeming qualities, namely claiming to love her for her. Not because of who her father was or how much she'd be worth someday, or what great merger-acquisition material she'd be like other corporate types she'd dated, but her. Not Samantha Blaine, heiress, but Samantha, the woman who had hopes and dreams of a long, loving relationship like her parents' and the big family she'd never had. She wanted so much to believe, so she'd let herself hope that, this time, it was for real.

The troll had helped the illusion along not only by offering to sign a prenup, but also by stepping in and taking over the burden of running her father's custom-car manufacturing company while she'd been at Dad's hospital bedside these past six months. She'd been so grateful.

And now this. And tonight of all nights. The jerk.

She blinked back the tears, determined not to let him get to her. But, God, she'd been so trusting. So hopeful. Again.

And again she'd been disappointed.

Samantha tucked some curls behind her ears, plopped her chin in her palm, and ignored Wanda the housekeeper, who was calling her name from the foyer. Samantha wasn't up for seeing anyone right now.

Oh, not because Albert had just broken her heart. Sadly, deep down, she'd known he wasn't the guy for her. She'd known that. But he'd been the first—she'd thought—guy in her life who'd sincerely been interested in her. When Dad had had the stroke, Albert had been there. He'd helped out with the company and hadn't made any demands on her other than to sign paperwork.

That was when he'd started mentioning marriage, and Samantha had let herself go along with the idea because, more than Albert being her One True Love, she hadn't wanted to deal with the fact that when Dad was gone, she'd be alone in the world. Mom had died when she'd been a toddler, so it'd just been the two of them all these years. She'd never felt the lack of family more than she had when Dad died.

Albert had offered her a way out, so she'd given in to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he was the real deal. Stalwart, supportive, there when she'd needed something...That was what she'd always wished for, so she'd let him in. Trusted him. Believed in the fairy-tale ending.

And now he'd betrayed her.

She shook the long sleeve of the djellaba she wore over her street clothes up her arm and picked up the lantern, her reflection not distorted enough to hide the pain in her eyes at being betrayed.


Why was everyone always looking for handouts from her? What was wrong with her that she couldn't have someone want her just for who she was instead of what she had in her bank account or what she could do for them? It was sad really, how, with all the things money could and had bought for her, love wasn't one of them.

She ran her fingertips over the lantern's rounded side. Wouldn't it be perfect if this actually were a genie lantern? She could use a little magic in her life right now.

For her first wish, she'd turn Albert into a belly-crawling lizard. Then she'd bring Dad back, and then...

"And then I'd wish for the genie to take me away from all this, to some place where all my troubles would just disappear."

And, in a billowing cloud of orange smoke, that's exactly what happened.

Or...was it?

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Meet the Author

Judi Fennell is an award-winning author whose romance novels have finaled in's First Chapters and First Chapters Romance, as well as the third American Title contest. She spends family vacations at the Jersey Shore, the setting for some of her paranormal romance series. She lives in suburban Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

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