NocC 003 - Mina Khan - The Djinn's Dilemma - Harlequin 2011-11

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Book: NocC 003 - Mina Khan - The Djinn's Dilemma - Harlequin 2011-11 Read Free
Author: Nocturne
Tags: Fiction, Romance, antique, Fantasy, Paranormal
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minds instead. At first he’d been reassured. The two had been hired to snatch her purse. To tell the truth, relief had swept through him as he realized what his client had meant by last resort. He wouldn’t have to kill her after all.
    Relief had turned to ash as he suddenly got bombarded with lewd, ugly images from the bigger asshole’s head. Granted, Sarah with her lush curves and long legs was hotter and more sinful than all of hell combined…but still, no woman—especially one with such an aura of goodness—deserved to be brutalized and forced. The guy considered rape an unexpected bonus of the job.
    Red, hot rage had washed over Rukh, blinded him. He’d decided to intervene. Ironic in hindsight since his job was to off her. The unknown djinn had disappeared about that time.
    Rukh had materialized his head first. Seeing a disembodied head glowering at them with flaming eyes had made both toughies gawk.
    Next he’d smiled, showing his teeth, and the runt had dropped his knife.
    The grand finale had been a whole lot of blue-gray smoke roiling into existence and congealing into a muscle-bound body, dressed like a gladiator and armed with a wicked-looking sword.
    Okay, so the flaming eyes, roiling smoke and sword had been a bit much. But hey, those two punks deserved to be punked. In fact, they’d gotten off light. They’d probably chalk it up as drug-induced hallucinations once they came off their high. Another plus, they wouldn’t dare share their experience…and if they did who’d believe them? Modern humans, for the most part, were clueless about djinns.
    The original plan had been to fade again. Unfortunately, he’d come up with the harebrained idea of introducing himself. Touch, he’d theorized, would strengthen his link to Sarah and enable him to peek into her mind.
    The handshake hadn’t worked.
    Instead, she’d kissed him.
    And what a kiss. For a moment, all barriers between them had melted and her mind lay open like a book waiting to be read. One look at her raw desire for him and all his other thoughts had fled. She’d ceased to be Sarah and become Jasmine to him. He’d gawked, frozen like a virgin, and then almost lost himself in her. Damn, it had been too long, and it had felt good. Better than good.
    He should never have let that kiss happen. Ha, like he let it happen. Jasmine had taken control. A shiver of delight rushed through him. He’d never had a woman make the first move. Most human females got spellbound and submissive around him, and most djinn females expected to be ravished by the exotic hybrid.
    Even as his head warned him off, Rukh’s body craved Jasmine.
    A spider prickle of recognition skittered down his spine, as effective as a cold shower. His djinn radar was raging. Either Austin had an uncommonly large infestation of djinns or the same one had turned up again like a leech of a car salesman. Icy foreboding gathered in Rukh’s gut.
    Holding tight onto his invisibility, he searched the ether. Again the djinn was shadowed, however his handiwork lay exposed. Heavy, dark clouds massed, as if ordered by a general, at a point right above Sarah’s tiny blue car. From above it looked like a robin’s egg lost from a nest. Thunder boomed and lurid purple lightning cracked the sky, warning of an impending storm.
    Shit. What he had here was one bad-ass djinn. One who could control several elements—water, fire, air—and create the worst kind of chaos. And for some reason Bad Ass appeared to be targeting Sarah.
    A bolt of lightning shot down through the air. The little car jumped. Sparks flew every which way. Another bolt hit home.
    Rukh pulled together all the wind power he could muster and plummeted down to earth. He had to reach Jasmine.
    Sarah sat dazed and frozen as she watched an eerie silver web of electricity dance across the front of her car. The shower of bright sparks was both beautiful and scary.
    Until a second bolt hit and blew out all the car windows.
    She huddled in

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