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    Jin in Time- Part One: The Time Is Forever Series, #1
    Jin in Time- Part One: The Time Is Forever Series, #1
    Jin in Time- Part One: The Time Is Forever Series, #1
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    Jin in Time- Part One: The Time Is Forever Series, #1

    By Karin De Havin

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    Her life is changed forever by a genie whose past could kill her

     

    Seventeen-year-old Esme life is forever changed when her guardian grandmother passes away and leaves her an antique vase.

    Forced to move in with a father she hardly knows, she rubs the vase for good luck. Out pops a bowler-hatted genie!

    Esme thinks her luck has turned now that she has a genie to help her deal with her problems, but she's wrong.

    The wishes are powered by Victorian-era magic and they come at a price—her life.

     

    Find out if Esme can turn her life around with magic in part one of Jin In Time by author Karin De Havin.

     

    One click today for a unique and fascinating romantic fantasy with mind boggling magic that makes you turn the pages!
     

    ***Part Two begins where this book ends.***

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKarin De Havin
    Release dateMar 10, 2015
    ISBN9781507053843
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      Jin in Time- Part One - Karin De Havin

      Chapter 1

      Time Machine

      No one told me when Grandma died my life would be over, too. I take in Dad’s vintage ranch, AKA my new home. Burnt orange walls greet me in the entryway. A huge stone fireplace dominates the wood-paneled living room.

      He hands me my roller bag. Esme, it’s good to have you home again.

      He’s lying. I point to his blacklight poster collection. The place is like a time machine.

      I thought you’d like it. He beams. Brings back memories.

      Like the day Dad left me with Grandma. It sure does.

      I put my head down so he can’t see the anger in my eyes. You mind if I rest a bit?

      Of course. We’ll catch up later.

      Sure. We have eight years to cover. I nod and head down the hall.

      Dad calls after me. I’ll wake you up when dinner is ready.

      Remembering Dad’s cooking skills, I hope he orders a pizza. I open the door to my bedroom. All I want to do is crash, but the package in my bag calls to me—it’s the only thing of Grandma’s I have left.

      I pull the box out of my roller bag and remove the bubble wrap covering an antique vase. It must be very old with so many tiny cracks running through the glaze. On the bottom are two black handwritten characters. Running my hand along the blue dragon circling the neck, a spark of energy makes my fingers tingle. What the…?

      Rays of light radiate through the porcelain. That’s weird. Is there some kind of battery-powered light inside? Something catches my eye. There’s a note inside! I coax the paper out.

      Someone has left a message.

       Dearest Esme,

      I trust you will take good care of my vase. It’s over a hundred years old and is my most cherished antique. I bought the vase with the first money I made as a teacher, so it holds a special place in my heart. Just like you. I know you’ve been through so much. First your mother abandons you, and now I must leave you too. Living with your father after all these years will be difficult. But trust me; things will change for the better soon.

      All my love forever,

      Grandma

      It’s kind of strange that Grandma left me a vase. But the worst part of the note is being reminded she’s gone all over again. I miss her smile and sense of humor so much. I kick at my roller bag. Oh, Grandma, why did you have to die? Like some stupid piece of ceramic is going to be a substitute for the person I loved.

      My new bedroom doesn’t help my mood. The grass cloth covered walls, bright turquoise drapes, and Indian paisley bedspread scream 1970’s. It’s so very different from my grandmother’s home chalked full of beautiful antiques. Hope Grandma's is right about my life getting better. 

      I put the vase up on the dresser. I promise to take good care of you. To make sure it’s safe, I nudge the vase back a few more inches. I give it a gentle pat like a puppy. Maybe you’ll bring me luck.  

      My father’s voice bellows through the half-open bedroom door. Esme, I thought you were going to take a nap. Who are you talking to?

      Ah…I’ve got a friend on the phone.

      Well, don’t talk too long. Dinner’s almost ready.

      Sure thing.

      I glance out the window hoping to see a pizza delivery guy—no luck. The sun creeps past the window but the vase continues to glow. I wonder if the spark of energy I felt was just a fluke. Running my finger along the blue dragon’s tail, the pulse of electricity is stronger this time. A puff of mist escapes from the mouth. I reel backward as the vapor drifts like a smoke signal up to the ceiling.

      No way!

      Grandma has to be playing a final trick on me. She always said in her next life she’d be a magician. The room quickly fills with mist. It’s like I’ve turned on a giant vaporizer. I have to back into the corner to breathe. The scent of jasmine and old newspaper hits my nose. Somehow the air is thicker. It tickles the back of my throat as I suck in big gulps to fill my lungs.

      The air slowly begins to clear. A large shape is forming by the dresser. My heart races as I move closer. A young guy stands next to the window wearing a tailored tweed suit topped off by a bowler hat. He’s dressed like a character from Downton Abbey. He’s even wearing a monocle. Could the vase be some kind of time machine? How else could some old-fashioned guy be standing in my bedroom? I grab onto the wall for support. This can’t be happening!

      The guy gives me a quick glance and then sniffs his suit jacket. What is causing you dismay? Do I have an unpleasant fragrance?

      I focus on his face. He’s just a bit older than me and quite handsome in a dashing hero kind of way. I feel my cheeks flush. Oh …no.

      He tips his hat. I am Jin. At your service.

      My vision blurs. I grab onto the chair to keep from fainting. Where did you come from?

      A pleasant smile crosses his lips as he points to the vase. From the porcelain vessel.

      Yeah, I know. I mean originally?

      That is an exceedingly long tale. All you need to know is that I am here to serve you. I have the power to grant you ten wishes of your choosing.

      I stumble backward and fall onto the bed. Wait a sec. You’re a genie?

      Most certainly. He gives me a quick bow. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mistress.

      Yeah, right. This can’t be real. I touch my forehead. It’s hot and clammy.

      I see you are having a hard time comprehending your good fortune. To be expected.

      Okay. If you’re a genie why aren’t you dressed in some kind of Arabian costume? What’s with the ten wishes? Aladdin only got three.

      Jin pulls the chair up next to me. The legend of Aladdin is but a myth. A story to tell children at bedtime. I am from the Victorian era.

      No way. I saw the Disney movie.

      Creases form on his forehead. I do not know what or who Disney is but I assure you, Jin speaks the truth.

      Can I really be having a conversation with a magical being? I suddenly realize I’m gasping for air again. It’s like all the oxygen has left the room.

      He hands me the glass of water by my bed. Please regain your composure. I possess no smelling salts to revive you.

      I take a series of yoga breaths and reach out and touch his hand. His skin is warmer than mine. I’m sorry. This is a lot for me to take in.

      No need to apologize, Mistress. I am used to this type of response. Especially with a female.

      Terrific. Nothing like being reduced to a cliché. I throw back my shoulders. "First

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