The Genie’s Secret E-Book

Robert Jeschonek

• Herausgeber: Pie Press
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

A sexy genie held captive by a brutal master has no choice: she must obey his twisted wishes at all costs. When a federal agent with a flair for the supernatural comes to the rescue, the genie must obey her master's orders to capture and torture him. But the agent knows the genie's deepest secret, a passion so powerful it could free her forever from servitude. A passion that could unleash the wildest magic that burns in her heart, a spell of pure love that no man can resist or destroy. A spell that will change everything for genie, master, and rescuer alike. In the world of a slave to magic and sin, only the wish of a wish can break the chains and awaken a secret passion locked away for thousands of years. Don't miss this exciting tale by award-winning storyteller Robert Jeschonek, a master of unique and unexpected fantasy that really packs a punch.

Leseprobe

THE GENIE’S SECRET

A FANTASY TALE

ROBERT JESCHONEK

CONTENTS

Also by Robert Jeschonek

THE GENIE’S SECRET

About the Author

Special Preview: Heaven Bent

THE GENIE’S SECRET

Copyright © 2023 by Robert Jeschonek

http://bobscribe.com/

Cover Art Copyright © 2023 by Ben Baldwin

www.benbaldwin.co.uk

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved by the author.

Published by Blastoff Books

An Imprint of Pie Press

411 Chancellor Street

Johnstown, Pennsylvania 15904

www.piepresspublishing.com/

Subscribe to the Blastoff Books Newsletter: http://newsletter.blastoffbooks.net/

ALSO BY ROBERT JESCHONEK

A Pinstriped Finger’s My Only Friend

Bloodliner

Dolphin Knight

Heaven Bent

Six Fantasy Stories Volume One

Six Superhero Stories Volume One

The Return of Alice

THE GENIE’S SECRET

You'd think genies might get a wish to themselves now and then...but from the pain in Magda's eyes when she opens the mansion's door, I can see she's getting zero wish fulfillment out of life.

"Yes?" Her eyes are beautiful, an unearthly bright greenish gold--but the look in them is one of pure misery.

"Good morning, ma'am." I flash her my badge, and she winces. "Oliver Singel, state Department of Mystic Revenue. I'm here to see Mr. Rudolph Gunza."

She ushers me in without hesitation. She doesn't fear me at all; as a genie, she need only fear one man in all the world.

That man is her master, Rudy Gunza.

As she closes the heavy door behind me, I gaze around at the opulent entryway. Everything is glittering gold and crimson velvet and gleaming marble, from the winding staircase to the fountain in the middle of the giant room.

Ill-gotten gains, all of it. Whipped up on a whim and a wish by the magical beauty standing in front of me.

She tosses her head, and the lush, black curls flop about her shoulders. She straightens the dark blue satin bodice of her outfit, smooths the silk harem pants below her taut bare midriff.

Even with the beaten look in her eyes, even with her mouth and chin covered by a pale blue veil, she looks breathtaking. She looks more perfect and radiant than any woman alive, as beautiful as any fantasy sculpted by a man's imagination.

Then again, she has to, doesn't she?

"What business do you have with Master Gunza?" There's a hint of a glint in her eye as she says it--a flicker of power. She might not be able to exercise it against her master, but that doesn't mean she can't use it against someone else, like me.

"Serious business," I tell her. "Tax business."

"Oh-ho!" Gunza's jolly voice booms from the top of the staircase. "And here I thought this was purely a friendly visit!"

A weak smile doesn't quite make it onto my face. "Hello, Rudy."

Gunza wobbles down the stairs, looking like a tubby sheikh. His glittering red robes can't hide the stupendous gut wagging in front of him.

When he and I were partners, he never had a gut at all.

"Long time no miss!" says Gunza as he drops from the last marble stair to the floor. "How's the old gang of idiots?"

"Better than ever, now that you're gone," I tell him.

Gunza throws an arm around Magda's shoulders and squeezes her tight. "Oleo and I used to work together! Isn't that something, Magda? We was revenooers together."

Magda's head bobbles as he jerks her around. Her flat stare drifts past me like litter on a breeze.

"Went after tax evaders, didn't we?" says Gunza. "Folks who didn't pay the state a piece of the action from wishes granted and spells cast."

"It's income, Magda." I wave my clipboard at the surrounding opulence. "The state deserves its share under the law."

"Bull-squat, Oleo." Gunza chortles and strokes his braided red mustache. "Let the state get its own genie."

"Yes, fine idea." I walk around the room, taking notes on the clipboard. "We could get one the way you did. Force an old lady at gunpoint to use up her three wishes on nothing and hand over the lamp."

Gunza's grin darkens. "Hey now, Oleo. That was a straight-up gift, and no one can prove otherwise."

"Almost no one." I shoot a look at Magda, and she turns away.

Gunza shrugs. "If a door closes, open a window. The department passed me over for a promotion--which you got--but Mrs. Sandusky thought I deserved an even greater reward. She wished for me to have it."

The walls are made of alternating gold and platinum ingots, which I note on my clipboard. "Well, I wish you'd paid your taxes." I write more on the clipboard. "If I were you, I'd wish you don't have a coronary when you see the grand total you owe the state."

"I don't owe one cent!" Gunza releases Magda and storms over to grab my clipboard.

I snatch it right back. "You lazy prick. How hard could it be to pay your taxes? You already wished for unlimited wishes, didn't you?"

Gunza smirks. "That was my first wish."

"Why not wish for her to pay your taxes?" I point my pen at Magda.

"Because I don't choose to." Gunza's features twist into a scowl. "Because I am the master."

I shake my head in disgust. "You're just like all the rest. All the other scum you used to help me bust."

Gunza gazes into my eyes for a long moment, nodding slowly. "Run," he says finally.

I know where this is going. I knew from the moment I walked into the place.

"I wish..." says Gunza.

I swing the clipboard at his head, but he knocks it away with one thick forearm.

Before I can take another swing, he finishes his sentence. "I wish that a hunting party of madmen and monsters will hunt down Oliver Singel, then torture and mutilate him for as long as I wish...and not kill him, no matter how much he begs for it."

Magda's eyes meet mine. They well with regret and resignation.

I reach out to her. "Magda, please! Don't do it! I'm here to help you!"

Gunza giggles and smacks me on the back. "He's a liar! He's just here for his precious revenooo!"

"I'm sorry." Magda weaves her arms in the air, and a cloud of twinkling glitter swirls above her. "I have no choice but to obey my master."