Magic Gone Wild

Magic Gone Wild

by Judi Fennell

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Every Time She Uses Magic Something Goes Terribly Wrong...

Vana wishes she hadn't dropped out of genie training. Now she's determined to get a grip on both her genie magic and her life. But the harder she tries to fix things for her intriguing new master, the more she drives him crazy...

Except There's Nothing Ever Wrong About Him...

Pro–football player Zane Harrison finally has control of the family estate and is determined to put to rest his grandfather's eccentric reputation. Until he discovers that behind all the rumors is a real, live genie who stirs feelings in him he's never known before. The more Zane tries to help Vana harness her powers, the more her madcap magic entangles his heart...

Praise for Genie Knows Best:

"Sizzling sexual tension, plenty of humor, and a soupçon of suspense."—Booklist

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

"A madcap romp...Fennell's light and lively writing is full of humor and cleverness."—Publishers Weekly

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

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781402241918
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Publication date: 08/01/2012
Pages: 384
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.80(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Judi Fennell is an award-winning author. Her romance novels have been finalists in's First Chapters and First Chapters Romance contests, 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, PA. Visit her website for more information on her series:

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Careful what you wish for...

Northeast Pennsylvania

41,646 days ago

But who's counting?

Vana cringed as the stairs vanished beneath Peter's feet.


Luckily, this time, he was holding on to the railing.

Which also started to disintegrate.

Holy smokes! Would her magic ever turn out the way she wanted it to?

At least she could manage Invisibility, and did so, standing at the top of the staircase and gripping the railing so it wouldn't fall apart. Luckily for everyone attending Peter's weekly gathering, the structure seemed sound-despite the stair-mangling efforts of the bear she'd accidentally conjured.

Vana winced. A bear.

Thankfully, Mr. Hornberger had chased it out before it could do any more damage, but she shouldn't have tried to repair the steps, let alone varnish them. Especially with the way her magic worked. Or rather, didn't work.

"I know you're here, Vana," Peter called loud enough for everyone at the luncheon to hear. Not the best idea. Peter still hadn't grasped the concept of secrecy when it came to having a genie-anymore than she'd grasped the concept of being one.

"And don't try fixing it again. I'll take care of it mysel-agghh!" Peter threw his hands in the air as the remaining spindle disintegrated and another stair tread caved in.

"Oh dear, Peter's tippled too much again, hasn't he?" Mrs. Otto waddled out from the dining room with Mrs. Ertel following her, dressed in her Sunday best and tsk-tsking behind her gloved hands. "I'm sure it's understandable, Bertha. After all, a bear! Can you imagine? Quite the spectacle."

Just one in a long line of them. Vana had the feeling that the townspeople's appearances at Peter's gatherings had more to do with her and her magic than the food he served. Not that anyone ever saw her; no one had but Peter. Which was half the problem. Peter was what the locals liked to call eccentric. He'd made money in shipping and imports before she'd entered his life (obviously, or she would have lost it all for him), and he'd invested it heavily in the town, but not necessarily in things people wanted him to invest in.

But that was Peter. He'd erected a big statue to his grandmother, the sternest-looking woman to walk the earth, and considering Vana had lived for more than a few centuries, she ought to know.

He'd paved the path to the home for unwed mothers with cobblestones, saying it'd prevent falls when the path iced over in the winter. The church ladies disagreed and periodically took up a collection to have the stones removed. But each time, Peter would have them put back in place. After all, he did own the property; he could do what he wanted with the path. It became an unending cycle until the women eventually gave up.

No, Peter Harrison had been an oddity long before Vana came along, but her special brand of ineptitude helped put the icing on Peter's cake of eccentricity.

Peter never seemed to mind, and that, more than the fact that he possessed her bottle, made Vana happy to be his genie.

"Jonas, why don't you send Mrs. Hamm to get your father?" one of the church ladies asked Peter's son kindly. "I think he might want to take a nap."

Sleep it off, she meant. Everyone thought Peter liked his whiskey, but the truth was, Peter couldn't stand the stuff. He did, however, like a special blend of chilled tea that Vana could manage to magick up correctly.

She would pour the tea into empty whiskey bottles to encourage the locals' belief that Peter liked his drink. That it had all started after the death of his wife (which, also not so coincidentally, coincided with the round-the-world trip during which he'd come across a certain bottle) lent credence to the story.

Everyone knew how distraught Peter had been, so what else could Vana do? Let them think he was full-blown crazy with his talk of genies and magic? He might own the town, but he'd also built that nice hospital at the far end, and there was a wing there with his name on it. She was half worried they'd send poor Peter there, and then where would she be? Where would the children and Eirik and all the rest be?

The children. Vana shook her head. The children had been dancing in the study earlier, which normally wouldn't be a problem. But when children were enchanted to be everyday dishware, and those dishes were twirling and swirling and leaping and do-si-doing all over the place, well, that was definitely an issue.

Especially if anyone had seen them.

"Out of the way! Out of the way!"

Vana winced once more when Mrs. Hamm, the housekeeper, strode into the foyer, bellowing as usual. "The master needs his nap!"

The master would never get his nap with that old foghorn blustering like she was.

Vana smiled. She'd been able to manage a fairly good sleeping draught that Mrs. Hamm had really taken to. Alas, it was the middle of the afternoon and Mrs. Hamm would never be persuaded into napping during a Sunday gathering.

Peter stumped up the steps. "I'm not taking a nap, Mrs. Hamm. I'm not in my dotage!" Still, he allowed the housekeeper to herd him up what remained of the curved staircase.

"Don't fret, Vana," Peter said as he passed her, his hand unerringly finding her shoulder as it always did.

No, no doubt about it. Although Peter might come across as being dotty, he was as sharp as a needle.

But she would fret. After all, this was her fault. Honestly, varnish? How hard could that be?

With her screwy magic, pretty hard apparently.

Vana sighed, kissed the air, her Way of doing magic, and poofed! herself inside the armoire in Peter's bedchamber. Travel magic wasn't as difficult as conjuring things, and once she'd practiced it, there'd been no mishaps similar to today's incident-well, other than the time that Mr. Peale and Mrs. Hargetty had been too engrossed in what they shouldn't have been doing to each other to notice her sudden appearance in the drawing room, that is.

The door opened and Peter strode in, followed by Mrs. Hamm, who immediately set about flustering around Peter, arranging pillows and fluffing the comforter in an effort to get her master settled.

"Stop fussing, Mrs. Hamm." Peter tossed the silk pillow he'd bargained off old Mustafa in the souk onto the divan he'd won in a card game in Kiev. "It's the middle of July. I am not cold, nor am I tired. I told you. It's her again."

Mrs. Hamm and the rest of the staff thought Peter's "her" meant his wife, and Vana was fine with them thinking that. After all, Peter talking to his dead wife was more believable than him talking to a live genie, and since his supposed downward spiral into madness had begun in earnest after Millie died, it garnered him a certain amount of pity. Which was why Mrs. Hamm went about picking up the pillows and refluffing the comforter with merely a chorus of "yes, sir" and "of course, sir," tossed about with the occasional "hmmm."

Vana sighed, torn between wanting Mrs. Hamm to believe Peter-for once-and feeling bad that she'd contributed to Peter's "madness" yet again. Really, she was just trying to do her job in the best way she knew. Was it her fault that her training had been cut short by a ruthless antiquities dealer who'd snatched up her bottle before she'd been given clearance to become a full-fledged member of The Service, that noble rank of Servitude every djinni aspired to?

Okay, so maybe she shouldn't have been in that bottle, since, according to The Djinn Code, a genie shouldn't be inside a bottle until she was assigned one. (Or someone accidentally locked her inside one, as had happened with that antiquities dealer.)

A couple dozen masters over the centuries, a few boat rides, one horribly memorable trek lashed to a mule, and here she was in the New World with Peter and the vanishing staircase.

Mrs. Hamm let the cord that held back the window curtains on one side of Peter's bed fall, then rushed around to do the same to the other side, bathing the room in shadow and stifling heat. It would soon be sweltering.

"There, there, Mr. Peter, you'll feel better after you wake up." Mrs. Hamm pulled the comforter up to Peter's chin.

No wonder Peter was getting sleepy. He was probably suffering from heat stroke. The minute Mrs. Hamm left, Vana would get rid of the covers and cool things down. She could manage that most of the time, which came in handy for making Peter's favorite drink or lowering the temperature in the house on a hot day. She'd never tried to do so on a grand scale, however. Too much potential for trouble. She could only imagine how a snowstorm in July would go over. For today, though, she'd magick a few little cool spots all around Peter. They ought to do the trick.

Vana puckered her lips and kissed the air as the door closed behind Mrs. Hamm and she-

No! Not actual spots! Holy smokes, she'd given Peter cold sores!

Trying to keep her panic at bay, Vana puckered up again.

"Don't do it, Nirvana." Peter's voice was deeper and sadder than she'd ever heard. And he'd used her full name. He never used her full name.

"Whatever it is you think you're going to do, don't. I can't take any more right now, Nirvana. I just can't." Peter sat up on the bed, the horrid spots looking like some tropical disease.

"First the bear, then the stairs, and now this. This has to stop. We need your magic in good order if we're going to turn those dishes back into children." He lifted her bottle out of a drawer in the bedside table where he kept it and pulled the stopper. "You've been trying so hard recently, Vana. I think you need a rest. Don't you?"

A rest? Vana bit her trembling bottom lip and rolled her shoulders back. She couldn't rest. The children and everyone else would be stuck in their enchanted forms unless she could figure out how to undo them. She needed to keep practicing.


She sighed again. At least he'd asked. Most masters would have ordered her.

Most masters probably would have sent her into the Light by now.

She opened the armoire door and walked across the beautiful Persian rug he'd bought in the same souk where he'd found her bottle.

She stood next to his side of the bed, her head bowed, her hands linked in front of her. "I am sorry, Peter." He'd never insisted she call him "master," a kindness for which she'd forever be indebted to him. He'd never made her feel like his servant.

Until now.

"Vana, it's just for a little while. To give you time to calm down. To give everyone time to calm down. That's all. Just a little while."

Vana nodded. Peter was trying to be kind. She knew that.

That she felt like a failure was all her own doing.

One last breath of the stifling July air, and Vana dematerialized from the room and entered her bottle in a plume of pink smoke.

As her body regained its corporeal form, the stopper filled the hole above her head, sealing her inside where, theoretically at least, she could do no harm.

Later that evening, Vana braced herself against the cushions on her divan as Peter climbed the steps to the attic (ones she'd never attempted to varnish), placed her bottle stopper-side up in a trunk, cushioned it with a handmade shawl, and closed the lid-his way of protecting her from someone taking her from him, another kindness for which she was forever grateful.


Two days later, Peter was killed in a wild horse-and-buggy accident that Vana had had nothing to do with.

And no one ever knew about the bottle in the attic or the genie locked inside.

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BeachBumReads More than 1 year ago
Light & funny read :) --- Nirvana Aphrodite has been sealed in her bottle for over a hundred years, when suddenly Zane Harrison, the grandson of the man who locked her back in her bottle, finds himself in her bottle with no clue that the woman standing before him is indeed a genie. Vana kept a promise that she is determined to follow through and with Zane there to help her control her wacky magic, Vana has no doubt that she'll turn the invisible children back into themselves. But she didn't plan on falling for Zane in the process. Ahh. This book was a really fun and easy read. Hate to say this, but I read this series out of order. But, I think it's a pretty good stand alone and I didn't feel lost at all. The sezzy factor in this book is pretty mild, yeah there's that instant attraction and the ridiculous amount of kissing, but it was okay. Not, mind blowing, but not bad either. Speaking of kissing. If there was ever an award for the best way to cast a spell, Vana would win HANDS DOWN! When Vana does magic, to do so she puckers her lips and blows a kiss. To Whom? No one in particular. BUT, along comes Zane and when he kisses Vana all her wacky magic goes out the window and she's able to do some pretty great magic. Which then of course leads to more kissing... and even more kissing. *sigh* Lucky her! We're first introduced to Vana about one hundred and some years before she meets Zane. Her master is Peter (Zane's grandfather) and she's trying to help him out any way she can, but with her wacked out magic abilities, Vana only seems to make things worse. So, Peter lets her back in her bottle and seals it shut, only to die a week or so later and Vana is stuck in her bottle. Fast forward a huge amount of years later, Vana finds herself with a hunkin' pro football player *Queue Zane's entrance* and Vana finds herself falling for this guy with only one passing day. Some kissing, some spinning porches and 3 old hags.. okay, okay, The Fates later, Vana can't help but tell Zane how she feels, even if that means losing her powers. What I liked about this book was that it wasn't a heavy read. It was really light and funny, I found myself laughing out loud numerous times. I don't think there was anything I didn't like about this book. The only thing that comes to mind, is when Vana would always say "Holy smokes" That irritated Zane and it irritated me. But, everyone has their own little sayings that they say repetitively. For instance, mine is "No bueno", so it wasn't a major dislike for me. I would most definitely recommend this book. If you love PNR but you're looking for something light and easy, then this book is definitely for you! This book is part of a series. I can't speak for the others, but if they're as good as this one, then I would suggest you get those too :)
RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Posted on Romancing the Book's blog Reviewed by Robin Review Copy Provided by Netgalley What would you do if you found a genie in a bottle and could get unlimited wishes? Once in a while you stumble across a book that is just…well…ummm…plain and simple a fun book to read. Who couldn’t do with a little genie magic? I’m thinking laundry, yard work, bathrooms, and windows. I think you get where I am going. As fun as it would be sometimes things go awry as with Vana short for Nirvana. Who by the way never finished her training… She did however choose a bottle and has had some masters. When Vana is around things tend to not go as she would like them to. Her master Peter just didn’t know what to do with her anymore so to get a little reprieve from Vana he puts her in her bottle and in the attic. He dies shortly after and she is locked there till Zane Harrison his great-great grandson comes along to get the house ready to sell. Somehow he ends up in the bottle with Vana. Things then start to happen which confuse him. After a fairly short amount of time he comes to except Vana and finds that when he kisses her, her magic actually works the way it is supposed to. This story is so lighthearted and delightful it was easy to fall in love with Vana and Zane as we get to share in their romance. The things that happen along the way like the ‘children’ who are enchanted dishes. Because her magic doesn’t work right she has been unable to change them back. Then there is the coat rack, the armoire, carpet, compact…well, you get the picture. All collected by Zane’s great-great grandfather and still enchanted. They added depth to the story and made it seem like such a fun house to live in. Ms. Fennell has captured a new fan with her delightful magic in bringing love, enchantment and genies alive. Even if the genie causes havoc in her wake you still can’t help but fall in love with her and her quest to just be herself. We all need to laugh till we cry at times. That is just how wonderful this story is. So, go out and pick up your copy of Magic Gone Wild and fall in love with the zany life of Vana as she pulls Zane into it and falls in love. Oh! I forgot all about ‘Merlin’ the colorful talking Phoenix. I think you just may find yourself falling in love with this story I know I did. I can’t wait for the next book; but in the meantime I am going to read the first two in the series.