Lucky Jinn

By Eule Grey

What’s a butch to do? Ignore everything she believes or listen to her heart?

Shelly is a straight-talking gardener who doesn’t believe in anything she can’t see. Give her a square patch of earth, and she’ll bring it to life. Hand over a power drill, and Shelly can knock together a fancy bedroom in under a day. Physical tasks are easy. If only people were as straightforward!

The problems arise when she begins work on a garden near the sea. The owner insists the property has a water issue and demands an excavation of the area. Shelly digs deep, but the ground is dry as sand. In frustration, she talks to the flowers. A sweet voice answers from inside an old lamp. It’s a beautiful Jinni who badly needs the help of a buff woman. Shelly insists the voice is nothing but her own subconscious playing tricks. After all, it’s been a year since her last relationship. Everyone gets lonely. Right?

Kind, loving Jinni. The unluckiest of magical spirits with a history of choosing the wrong mistress. All she’s ever wanted is the love of a strong woman exactly like Shelly. Can Shelly find the strength to believe what’s in front of her nose and make them both happy?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Jul 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9781685504588

Eule Grey

Eule Grey has settled, for now, in the north UK. She’s worked in education, justice, youth work, and even tried her hand at butter-spreading in a sandwich factory. Sadly, she wasn’t much good at any of them!She writes novels, novellas, poetry, and a messy combination of all three. Nothing about Eule is tidy but she rocks a boogie on a Saturday night!For now, Eule is she/her or they/them. Eule has not yet arrived at a pronoun that feels right.

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Prologue

Jinni

Many years ago…

Magical spirits weren’t supposed to lust after humans. It was an important rule of the Jinn order, and it theoretically made sense. People didn’t live long and were known to have limited capacities for logic and intellect, so why would Jinn want to form intimate relationships with them?

Ah, me! I cared nothing for rules—if anything, they made me even more determined to rebel. I was a terrible student who failed every exam. I was glad to graduate from the school of magic and enter the world of humanity. My heart ached to serve a mistress and to fall in love.

The building site lay only a short distance from the magical consul from where I’d collected my Jinn examinations certificate. I wandered over to the piles of bricks, clutching my parchment, with an itch I couldn’t identify, no matter how much I tried. Was it boredom? Hunger?

The worker in charge of the building site was a woman. She ordered the other workers around, wearing tiny shorts which did nothing to hide her bulging thigh muscles and a top that accentuated her sculpted arms.

At first, I honestly believed the woman was a magic wielder, like me. The way she crafted dust into a concrete solid was as spellbinding as bona fide magic. As well, she was hot. With broad shoulders and legs like iron, she was every Jinn’s dream—mine, anyway.

My mouth fell open. I became hotter than the sun. Grr. The cause of the itch became clear. I fell hard and long into an emotional, lustful crush.

There could be no doubt; Mistress Kianha was for me. What did I care about the rules of the Jinn kind? When faced with buff hotness, all our doctrinal values vanished into dust.

With youthful vigor I exited my lamp uninvited and floated across to where the woman worked. She noticed me and threw a glare that could’ve frozen the oceans. With sweat glistening on her skin from her labors and her hair poking up in tufts, she looked good enough to eat.

Grr, grr, grr.

I sucked in my stomach, pushed my chest out, and waved. Good afternoon, Madame!

I spent a second or two considering what her wishes might be. To own a sweet hideaway near the sea where the two of us could snuggle with ample riches and a plush bed? Power? Fame?

It was not to be. Right from the first day as an official Jinn, my luck failed. Mistress K didn’t return my interest. Instead, she snarled and turned her back on me. I wasn’t entirely surprised. Though young and innocent of the ways of the world, I’d overheard rumors and gossip about the hardships Jinn must face. Some of my colleagues swore humans no longer wanted us around, others claimed our kind had become invisible.

Still, I wasn’t easily deterred. For the next few years, I arrived at the building site before dawn, hours before anyone else, waiting for her through rain and sun, boredom and loneliness.

Mistress K continued to ignore me. When I called encouragement she looked the other way, shunning my offerings of feasts and trinkets. Her attitude was most discouraging. Sometimes I considered abandoning her in pursuit of another, but every time I did so, she’d appear at the building site, bare-armed and intense. I was young and lonely, as well as weak, and she was hawt.

But I wasn’t born to be a one-night stand Jinn, and I had time aplenty. What did the wasted years ogling a disinterested woman matter? As a magic spirit, I’d been gifted a long life, albeit from the confines of a glass lamp. As well, I was afraid of giving her up and beginning somewhere new. What if I never met a mistress who’d welcome my attention and magic?

It was a lot for a young, inexperienced Jinn to deal with.

Brick by brick the building site turned into a palace. The structure steadily grew, as did my hope that one day, Mistress K would take interest in a girl who’d waited so patiently. I took much comfort in the busyness of the site, and from the hundreds of workers who grafted for wages before moving on. Some chatted with me—alone and lonely, as all Jinn must be. Ours was a vocation centered around solitude, peppered with mistresses.

Ironically, I craved friendship more than anything else, relishing the many conversations and jokes I shared with Mistress K’s staff. She hated me talking with her workers and would reprimand them at every opportunity. "Don’t talk with that thing! It’s probably evil."

Thing? Her cruel words stung, but the insult helped me to make a decision that would alter the