Thursday, June 6, 2019

Book Blitz and Giveaway: A Gift of Jacinth (Wishes & Dreams #2) by Allie McCormack

Title: A Gift of Jacinth
Series: Wishes & Dreams #2
Author: Allie McCormack
Publication Date: June 4th 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Douglas needed a miracle. What he got was a genie…

A Gift of Jacinth is a charming, playful paranormal romance novel with a happy ever after and no cliffhanger.

Veterinarian Douglas McCandliss considered himself an ordinary kinda guy with an ordinary kinda life. He had no idea why he’d bought the old silver teapot, and when a young woman appeared before him claiming to be a genie, he almost wished he hadn’t. If only she wasn’t so damned cute.

Ebullient and cheerful, Jacinth loved granting wishes and helping people. So she was thrilled when her teapot’s new owner, a single father with custody of two young children, asked her to stay until he could find a nanny. The problem was, the longer she stayed, the more she was attracted to Douglas, and she was certainly not willing to turn over care of Ben and little Molly to just anybody. But she was a 900 year old genie, and had no intention of falling in love with a mortal man. None whatsoever.

Get your copy and plunge into the magic and enchantment of the Djinn world, and experience a charming and unexpected love story.

From the moment the tingling anticipation woke her from a languorous slumber this morning, Jacinth had known today was the day. In the hours since then, she’d watched customers come and go in the antique shop. Old and young, rich and poor. None of them had been the one. It was almost five o’clock, and soon the lanky, rather dim-witted clerk Julian had hired would go for dinner. Then she’d have to wait another hour before Julian came and opened his shop for the evening.

Still, she was unable to relax her vigil, hugging her knees as she watched the door of the antique shop through the shimmering silver walls of her teapot. Djinn could use anything as a vessel, not just the oil lamp in the Arabian Nights story. Hers was a teapot of the purest silver, tall and slender. It had been crafted for her by a silversmith in her Djinn homeland of Qaf eight hundred years ago, when she had first become a Wish Bearer. Outside it looked like a lovely, graceful teapot with decorative flowers etched into its silver surface, but inside... ah, inside it was like home!

She propped her chin on her hands and sighed, bored with the hours of waiting. Ruefully she admitted that patience had never been one of her virtues. She was consumed with curiosity, eager to meet her teapot’s new owner. Even after all these centuries as a Wish Bearer, granting wishes to mortals, she never lost the sense of excitement, the tingling anticipation, of meeting a new Sahib, the Master of the bottle, to whom she'd grant three wishes. She wondered who the Sahib would be this time. A woman, full of hopes and dreams? A man, dark and brooding from injustice, like her poor Julian?

She'd been feeling oddly restless lately. Almost... well, not lonely, precisely. Perhaps it was because it was strange not to be able to pop in to see Julian whenever she wanted. A 14th century Mage whose spell had gone spectacularly wrong, Julian had been bound to a Djinn vessel, granting wishes for six hundred years. Jacinth had been asked to be his contact with the Djinn, his mentor, helping him through the difficult centuries. Then a few months ago he had met Alessandra, who'd been able to free him from the spell. They'd just gotten married, and it wasn't right for her to keep dropping in all the time when they were building their new life together. Even before then, though, she'd begun to feel adrift, without a purpose. So she'd retrieved her Djinn vessel from Qaf and put it in Whimsies, Julian's antique shop tucked away on a side street here in Manhattan, for just the right person to find.

She jumped to her feet, the restless energy making her unable to sit still any more. She wanted her Sahib, the one who would buy her teapot and call her forth, to come now. She paced the length of the vessel and back. Chimes sounded in the shop as someone entered, and she rushed to the wall, the silver cool and silky beneath her fingers. Disappointment shot through her even before she saw the elderly woman’s face. This was not the one. She resumed her pacing.

Almost on the stroke of five o’clock, the door opened and he walked in. There was nothing about him to indicate that he was to be her next Sahib, but she knew... she always knew. Eagerly she studied him as he looked about the shop. A shade over six feet, he had thick hair of mingled brown and blond, like sun-streaked toffee. It was a bit long and rather shaggy, in need of a trim. The face was tanned, as if he got lots of sun, with a strong nose and chin and well-shaped lips. No, not dark and brooding like her poor Julian. But there must be something, some reason he was to be her Sahib.

As he came closer she saw his eyes were a cool blue, almost aquamarine, under well-shaped brows. A plain cotton shirt stretched across broad shoulders, the sleeves rolled up to show strong forearms. It was tucked neatly into a pair of faded jeans that hugged his hips and thighs. Jacinth would bet her stack of gold bangles that he had a great butt. He was also terrifically handsome. Not that she was interested in that way, but there was nothing wrong with appreciating.

His jeans were dusty, as were the black work boots he wore, and she thought he might be in construction. He didn't look at all like the type to be interested in antiques. Of course, they rarely did.

“Over here,” she whispered, as if she could urge him closer, even though she knew he couldn’t hear her.

The man drew near, stopping before the low table on which her teapot stood. Looking a bit bemused, he reached out to pick it up. Although not a mind reader, Jacinth could feel the flow of his emotions, channeled through his touch on the pure silver of her Djinn vessel. Confusion, of course. Wondering why he was looking at this elegant teapot, and why he was here in this antique shop at all. Ah, there it was. Sharp edges of anger, long suppressed but no less acute for all that. The sense of desolation, of despair. Grief and longing. This, then, was why he was here.

Satisfied, Jacinth could relax now, reclining on her chaise lounge as she prepared to watch events unfold, and wait for him to call her forth.

A career medical transcriptionist, Allie McCormack is now writing from home full-time. Allie has traveled quite a bit and lived many places all over the U.S., and also a year in Cairo, Egypt as an exchange student, and a year in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia under contract to a hospital there, plus a short stint with NATO while she was in the Army. As a single mom, she raised a wonderful daughter who's recently married and there are plans afoot for grandchildren. A disabled veteran, Allie now lives in the beautiful Sorona Desert in southern Arizona with her two rescue cats and writes full-time.

Allie says: "A writer is who and what I am... a romance writer. I write what I know, and what I know is romance. Dozens of story lines and literally hundreds of characters live and breathe within the not-so-narrow confines of my imagination, and it is my joy and privilege to bring them to life, to share them with others by writing their stories."

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