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    Uh-Oh It's Magic
    Uh-Oh It's Magic
    Uh-Oh It's Magic
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    Uh-Oh It's Magic

    By Dahlia Rose

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    Morgan Sythe expected when he moved to Coral Cove he would finally get the peace quiet and relaxation that he could never find in Boston. His past of using his fists haunted him, and he wanted to leave that all behind for something new. Instead with one rub of a dusty cobalt blue bottle he ended up with a matchmaking genie. The genie stood larger than life and made it his mission to set Morgan up with his sexy neighbor down the beach. Morgan assured the magical being he needed no help when it came to the affairs of the heart. In fact he planned to make a move on the love woman in his own time. He saw a hint of sadness in her eyes which he wanted to erase. But Samson the genie had other plans on how fast he should move. 

    Lily Marquette came to the small costal town to escape a past that always seemed to find her. She hoped on the sandy beach and in the warm sun she could make a new life away from the chaos that her life used to be. Her sexy neighbor seemed to run hot and cold. One minute he was kissing her senseless and the next he was forgetting he left her notes. Plus his best friend was the size of the jolly green giant and wore slogan T-shirts. She didn’t need any more complications in her life. But when Morgan held her and made her body ache with desire, Lily wanted to risk it. She just prayed that the secrets she was running from didn’t catch up and drive him away. 

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBillie Arscnneaux
    Release dateMar 8, 2016
    ISBN9781524238186
    Uh-Oh It's Magic
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    Dahlia Rose

    Dahlia Rose is the best-selling author of contemporary, military and paranormal romance with a hint of Caribbean spice. She was born and raised on a Caribbean island and now currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, with her five kids, who she affectionately nicknamed “The Children of the Corn,” and her biggest supporter and longtime love. She has a love of erotica, dark fantasy, sci-fi, and the things that go bump in the night. With over six dozen books published Dahlia has become a reader favorite. Not only because of her writing but her vivacious attitude in talking to her fans online and at various events. Books and writing are her biggest passions, and she hopes to open your imagination to the unknown between the pages of her books. http://hearttoheartwithdahliarose.blogspot.com www.facebook.com/author.dahliarose www.twitter.com/dahliarose1029

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      Uh-Oh It's Magic - Dahlia Rose

      Prologue

      Samson lay on the plush cushions in his bottle and listened to the world go by. He had been around the world thousands of times over. In all his travels, he had watched the world evolve and transform. One thing stayed constant, and that was the humans’ need for love. He was a djinn, or to mortal people, a genie, part of a supernatural race who granted wishes to humans. Most djinn were tricksters, granting wishes that always had a consequence to them. Some of them were evil, who let dark magic corrupt their essence. They schemed and convinced humans to make the wishes of darkness and unleash evil on the world.

      He was not like his counterparts. He believed in peace and honesty in granting his wishes, and he always tried to guide his masters’ choices to make the best wish possible. He understood the one-dimensional thinking of humans. They saw the wishes as insignificant, not truly knowing that each would have a consequence to someone or something else and each affected the world around them. Wishing for eternal youth or money and power might seem good at the time, but where does the wealth come from? Who must lost their life to keep the wisher’s body youthful and free from the harshness of age? Samson shook his head sadly thinking of some of the vilest of his race. He had stopped a few of his kind from doing unspeakable harm to humans and the world they live in. He lived by one rule, and that was when you see a match that could be made, do everything to help the power of love along.

      Now he sat in his bottle listening to his new master putter around downstairs. Well, he didn’t technically know that he was his master yet. All Samson needed was to get him to the attic, where his bottle sat in a box of old pictures and trinkets. He had limited power inside of his bottle, but there was enough to know that his new owner watched the girl who lived a few houses away from him. He could see a match being formed in his head. All they needed was a little magic to help them along. Samson grinned as he thought about his new mission. It had been a few years since he’d helped a couple to find each other. He was anxious to get his work started, so with a crook of his finger, he made his bottle shake and glow just a little, willing his new master to come upstairs and find him. Just a little help to get these lovers on the road to happiness, Samson thought with a grin. He crooked his finger once more and called his new master to him.

      Chapter One

      Morgan sat outside of his new house and looked down the beach to where his neighbor was playing with her dog. He had moved just two weeks ago to South Carolina from the hustle and bustle of Boston. He was still trying to get used to the culture shock of it. Gone were the endless throngs of people filling the streets, the noise of the traffic, and the faceless masses who never looked left or right. Everyone was friendly in the small coastal town of Coral Cove. There was a wave or a hello, sweetie or a what can I do for you, sugar? when he went to the store. Everyone made the new guy feel welcome in the town—everyone except his neighbor, who he only caught sight of when she was outside on the beach with her pet.

      He had not seen her at the store or any of the local eateries, and Morgan felt he was still too new around town to inquire of the people he had met who she was. She is a beauty, though, he thought as he watched her dance barefooted around her big black dog. Her laughter came to him on the breeze from the ocean. It was like the tinkle of wind chimes. Her hair was black and straight, with the ends frosted in fire-engine red. Her skin was the color of chocolate whipped cream, and the sunlight caused it to glow. Her full lips were wearing a big smile. There was only one word to describe her. Exquisite.

      Today she was wearing red shorts and a white tank top, and from the five times he had seen her, Morgan was starting to believe she owned only shorts in an assortment of colors. He took a sip from the coffee cup in his hand and grimaced because it had turned cold. The barking of the dog caused him to look back to the woman down on the white sand. He sighed and got up off his steps to walk into the house. Better get back to work, lots of boxes to unpack today and an attic to go through.

      Idiot, go talk to her, his mind chastised.

      Yet his feet carried him back into the house. He had bought the house as is from the previous owner. His wife had died, and he wanted to move closer to his son.

      Morgan had lived in a small studio apartment in Boston, with little to no furniture, so this house being sold with everything in it was the deal maker for him. He’d packed up what personal items he wanted to take in boxes and loaded them into the back of his SUV. The furnishings in the house suited him, and he’d felt at home immediately. He had to admit he liked going through all the old stuff the elderly guy left behind. He had been going through the basement and found some old fifties records and a record player. The rest of the night, while he put things away, he listened to them and hummed along with the old tunes.

      So who knew what treasures the attic would bring, and for some reason, he felt the urge to get up there today. He detoured to the kitchen first to freshen his cup of coffee and grab a bagel before heading up the stairs. He looked out the window over the sink once again and saw her sitting on the sand this time. The dog lay next to her with his big pink tongue lolling out to one side. He smiled at the image and went up the creaking stairs to the attic.

      After he turned the light on, he looked around the big, dusty room. His intentions were to clean it out and save what he thought could be refurbished and then use the attic for his studio. Writing music had become intolerable in Boston. Out here he could feel his muses kicking in and see the music forming in his

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