Sol and the Magic Fingers

By Doris O'Connor

Breaking your e-reader at the end of a long and trying day is enough to send any woman over the edge. Karen's one treat are her naughty stories. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Saucy stories in the old library? It doesn't seem likely, but when Karen is sent home with an odd looking reading device, magic happens at the touch of her fingers. Is the drop dead gorgeous man she encounters real or just a flight of her imagination?

Caught in a weekend of sexual delight, will she lose her heart, as well as her inhibitions? And is there any future for the two of them?

Be Warned: sex toys, bondage.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Feb 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781771302920

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Copyright© 2013 Doris O’Connor

ISBN: 978-1-77130-292-0

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: Karyn White

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To Nancy, whose comment on my blog, wishing for a magical e- reader, inspired this story.

SOL AND THE MAGIC FINGERS

Romance on the Go

Doris O’Connor

Copyright © 2013

Prologue

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, and a very, very long time ago, there lived a very naughty Genie. In fact, he was so naughty that something had to be done. But Genies are slippery little things, and no matter where you hide them, these silly humans have a habit of setting them free, and then they complain about the havoc they cause.

Really, how hard is it not to rub a lamp, or a bottle, or a mirror or … well, you get the idea. There was only one thing to be done. Nothing shiny would do, and certainly nothing a female would have access to, because you know those women—sheesh, they're even worse.

So, it transpired that our naughty Genie was banned to a scroll. Not a pretty, or even a working scroll, just your everyday, ordinary scroll, buried at the back of the monk's library. And there he stayed. Now Sol had to do something to keep himself entertained. Immortality sucks when you're stuck inside a scroll, I tell you. I did mention he was naughty, right?

So what do you think our naughty Genie did? He wrote, of course. Naughty stories, full of sex and passion; stories that burned themselves into the very fabric of the scroll, until, eventually, the inevitable happened.

Sol was found by fair hands. Intrigued by the symbols on the scroll, the unsuspecting human ran her fingers across the coarse parchment, and Sol … Well, that would be telling you the story before it even began.

But, let me ask you this. When you picture