“Her Wish is fun, charming, and OMG, why haven’t I been reading Genie romances before now? Sophie H. Morgan’s wit and imagination made me an instant fan. I want a Genie of my own!” – New York Times bestselling author Larissa Ione
This playboy has finally met his match…
Charlie’s sick of Genies. Too beautiful, too sure of themselves, too “celebrity”. And way too eager to grant wishes in the worldwide Lottery that entices mortals into buying tickets in the hope of winning their desires. Charlie would rather walk naked through Times Square than buy a ticket. Unfortunately, her friend springs for one in Charlie’s name – and it gets picked. She refuses to get sucked in and has no qualms about saying so to the famously arrogant, devilishly handsome Genie at her door. Sexy Blue Eyes will just have to take no for an answer.
Jax Michaels would love to take no for an answer. As the most famous Genie on the East Coast, known for his sex appeal, his cheeky interviews, and his roguish style of granting wishes, he only has to turn to the next in line to find a willing partner. After all, every woman wants him – except, apparently, Charlie Donahue, who throws back his charming words, sneers at his calculated grins, and refuses to even consider wishing. Jax isn’t a fool. He’s prepared to wash his hands of this infuriating, appealing female…until his Handler informs him that quitting is not an option. And if he can’t talk her into wishing, Jax will have to try playing a little dirty.
“Morgan’s debut takes a romance trope (plain Jane heroine/gorgeous rich hero), adds a dash of fantasy and a sprinkling of humor, and pulls the reader into the entertaining start of a new series (although it stands solidly on its own)” – Library Journal
Jax extended the rose, twirled it in a theatrical flourish. “For you.”
Charlie stared at it as she would a free brownie—with deep suspicion. Seeing no alternative without being childish, but very reluctant, she reached for the rose. As she clasped the stem, his hand covered hers.
She stifled the instantaneous hitch in her breath. He radiated heat, and again that seductive apple scent curled around her. Rough calluses stroked her skin.
As though sensing weakness, Jax leaned forward. The golden flecks in his eyes that marked him as a Genie danced. Always she’d seen the flecks with suspicion. Now she had to admit the fascination of those mesmerizing specks, the absolute allure of this man.
His mouth curved. “Perfection for perfection,” he whispered.
Aaaand like that, the spell was broken.
Charlie edged away from him, the rose tugged from his grasp. She looked over his shoulder at Kate.
“Here, Kate.” She walked from around the counter to where her muddled friend was standing. She thrust the bloom to her. “You might as well have this.”
Kate blinked. “But Charlie . . .”
“We both know you’re a lot closer to perfection than I am.”
Charlie twisted to face the Genie. He was frowning, but the grimace cleared from his face as soon as he saw her looking.
She crossed her arms under her breasts. “In fact, he can give you the wish, too.” She lowered her chin. “Because I don’t want it.”
The bell above the door jangled.
Charlie’s gaze skimmed toward the entrance, the challenging stare broken. A skinny young man stood in the doorway, face shielded by his vibrant green anorak’s hood. As she watched, he pushed it back, allowing blond-cum-ginger hair to spike from his head.
“Bleh,” he said in a surprisingly rich voice, though disgust coated the words like slime. “I got hit by puddle water. Do you know how many toxins thrive in puddles?”
“No, and I don’t want to.” Jax shifted, drawing her attention to him. He caught her gaze. “This is my assistant, Josh Lovett.”
“Hi.” The assistant—Josh—unzipped his anorak, wrinkling his nose as slush melted from the material. He flicked his hand. Drops of sleet scattered, peppering the surrounding books like buckshot.
Charlie winced. There went a week’s profits.
“Josh.” Jax’s voice carried a tired warning. “Remember, we’re in a bookshop?”
“Yeah?” Josh glanced around at the books, eyes alight with curiosity. He turned stricken when he realized what he’d done. “Oh, Lord. Oh, Ms. Donahue, I’m so sorry. Let me pay.” He reached into his wide anorak pocket and extracted a black leather wallet. As his elbow drew back, it knocked into the waiting pile of books Charlie had stacked on the recommended table. They tumbled with multiple thumps.
Josh turned horrified eyes to her, scarlet blazing in his cheeks. “Oh, Lord. I am so sorry.”
She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Honestly, I’ll pay.” Josh bent to collect the books. His foot suddenly skidded on a small puddle of melted slush, and he collapsed in a heap. His wallet shot out of his hand like a football and knocked into the display of cupcakes near the counter.
They froze in midfall.
Charlie blinked at the suspended cupcakes. They hovered as if someone had taken a photo before they floated back to their stand, which had returned to the countertop.
As Jax gestured, the books Josh had bumped into drifted into the air and arranged themselves into a neat pile awaiting a move. Even the tiny droplets that had sprayed her books were sucked into the ether, as though somebody had held a blow dryer on each one.
Her jaw firmed. Darned if she’d say thank you.
“I’m so sorry, Jax.” Josh scrambled to his feet. “You can take it off my wages.”
Before Jax could speak, Charlie butted in. “He will not, at least not on my behalf.” She glared at Jax, who only raised his eyebrows.
Josh glanced between the two of them, his satchel hefted back onto his shoulder. “Oh, no,” he said, earnest. “Jax wouldn’t have—”
“Come, come, Charlotte—Charlie,” Jax interrupted with smooth ease. His smile was devastating this time, a naughty element to its curve. “Let’s play nice.”
“I’m not playing, Mr. Michaels.”
Charlie huffed in frustration. “What I said stands. I don’t want the wish.”
Josh laughed from his position by the counter. He shook his head. “That’s a good one.”
A muscle twitched near her eye. “I’m serious.”
Kate, who’d had her nose buried in the rose Charlie had handed her, lifted her head. “Oh, no,” she said, keen to be included. Her eyes flirted with Jax. “She’s telling the truth. She doesn’t like wishes.”
“Then why did she buy a ticket?” Josh placed his satchel onto the counter. He kept a distance of ten inches between himself and the cupcake stand.
“Oh, she didn’t. I bought one for her.”
“So she’s the real winner,” Charlie interjected.
Josh shook his head. “She put your name down on the slip. It doesn’t matter who bought the ticket, only who’s named. Anyway.” He grinned, pushing his glasses up his nose. “It’s a fantastic opportunity.”
“You should be grateful to have a friend like Kate,” Jax said. He winked at Kate, whose fiery blush must have drained all the blood from the rest of her body.
Charlie’s teeth ground together.
“So, here is the contract.” Josh spoke over what would’ve been Charlie’s retort, sliding a bundle of papers from his satchel. He flipped to the last page where a pink tab marked a place for a signature. “Sign here and your dreams come true.”
“Uh-uh. I’m not signing anything.”
Alarm made Josh’s eyebrows draw together. “Ms. Donahue, it’s only procedure. It just says you can’t have more than one wish, and that WFY is not responsible for any result from a wish you make that you don’t like.”
“Charlie.” Jax waited until she looked at him. He was close enough that she could taste apples. “I can sense you’re a prideful woman. One who longs to make her own way in life. It’s admirable.” He reached for her hand. His fingers caressed her palm. “But don’t let pride deny you such a gift. You like your shop? You could have fifty of them. Any man could be at your feet. You can have anything you desire. You just have to let go.” His face was suddenly a handsbreadth away. His breath whispered over her face. “Reach out and take it.”
Charlie ignored the sizzle of her skin, the flutters in her belly.
She held his gaze. “Bull.”