QUOTE: Unless those three wishes involve you and me naked, then it isn’t going to happen. I’m not that kind of genie. ~ Colby
A bet between Eros, the God of love & desire, and Chloe (Chlotho), the Fate of birth, leads to a year filled with match-making and passion.
Colby Noble is a Djinn; a genie in layman’s terms. No, not the living in a lamp and granting three wishes kind. That’s partly myth. There’s more to a Djinn than granting wishes?and there’s more to him than?being?a genie. He’s the head bartender and co-manager of the bar at Club Satyr. There’s nothing major going on in his life, work is good and he’s happily single. All of that changes one night when he spies a sexy, curvy witch breathing fire…literally. Witches are his?weakness. The kind of women he can’t resist. Trust him, he’s tried. It doesn’t work out well.
Ella Burke, the curvy witch in question, is?celebrating a friend’s?promotion with a night out at Club Satyr. THE place for all things Mystics, including the ability to get a little drunk and wild. Something she’s definitely up for?fun after a long week of work. It?s time for her to relax, instead of being the one relaxing others as a masseuse. When she and her friends are approached by reputed heartbreaker and so-freaking-hot-she-could-die bartender Colby, she’s intrigued and giddy…but that could have been the alcohol.
Forces outside their control push Colby and Ella together after?she accidentally loses his number and?he doesn’t know how to find her. Strange and mysterious things that have Ella getting her dream job and Colby running back into his dream woman. Maybe this time they’ll get their act together and find true love. That is, if another witch with eyes only for Colby doesn’t get in their way.
NOTE: Mystic Zodiac is a 12 book series. It is NOT a serial. Each book ends in a happily ever after for the main couple. However, the prologue and epilogue of each story follows the Gods that kick off the series, Eros and Chlotho (aka Chloe). At the end of the series the bet between the two will come to a conclusion.
Colby eased his shoulders against the back wall and took everything in. There was nothing better than the Club pushing to capacity early on a Friday night. The drinks flowed and the tips came in by the bucket loads. Demons, shifters, nymphs, and every other type of Mystical creature mingled in the open areas, writhed on the dance floor, or made their way to the more private rooms. Some lured in their prey with enticing pheromones, others with sensual moves; both tactics a way to let the darker side of their nature take over. A good majority of the prey wanted to be caught before submitting to the pleasures of someone like themselves. Darkness they couldn?t let free in the regular world. Darkness that wasn?t frowned upon or judged by others, because there could be one just as dark within mingling amongst the masses.
For Colby, a full club meant good times and plenty of women to hit on. With no actual follow through, of course. He wasn?t in the market for a girlfriend or part-time lover. Call it seeing the light or an epiphany, but there was a transition going on in him when it came to dating.
It didn?t mean he couldn?t look and flirt though.
As the head bartender and co-manager of the bar staff at the Club, he had his pick of stations and jobs. At the moment, he was on the main floor keeping an eye on his staff and, perhaps, scoping out the beauties of the night. They abandoned the usual soft atmospheric lighting and soothing music for the weekend. Loud thumping bass pumped from the speakers strategically placed around the room. Lights flashed and skipped over bodies, the strobes working overtime to keep the atmosphere dim enough for the creatures of the night, yet light enough to see where the fuck they were going. It was a good balance, and the patrons appeared to enjoy it.
He?d bet a majority of the Mystics in attendance were letting loose for one more weekend of freedom before the school year started back up. Before things went back to the regular rhythm of kids in school, late afternoon activities, and beyond jam-packed schedules.
It was funny to him how Mystics conformed to the wholly human behavior. Everyday jobs. Human spouses. Typical white picket fence dreams. It wasn?t that the human way was better, but it helped prepare Mystic offspring for the more rigid lifestyle humans felt they had to adhere to, as well as impose on others. Their influence was rather overwhelming in the Mystic community, despite the fact that there were more Mystics than humans in the world.
Hell, look at him. He had an apartment near his job. Paid rent and other bills. He worked as a head bartender for the biggest, most exclusive club and resort on the Continental US, and co-managed thirty people. It wasn?t a nine-to-five job, but working shifts never bothered him, and he got paid?well. The perks outweighed the shitty stuff, like conforming to human ways of thought, by a mile.
He forced himself to shake the thoughts loose and concentrate on his surroundings. When he didn?t, that?s when shit happened.
An abnormal flash of light caught his attention off to the right. He knew it hadn?t been the random flicker from the strobes above. Peering in the direction it had come from, he found a giggling group of women. Sparks of magic jumped from their fingertips, as they passed around a ball of fire. It was like a game of hot potato, just a tad more on the dangerous side. And a hell of a lot sexier. If he were into woman expertly handling fire, which he was.
Witches. The reaction they had on him was instantaneous. His heartbeat picked up. The blood in his veins boiled. His balls felt heavy and his dick needy. Pressing a hand to his groin, he suppressed the groan threatening to escape.
They were his one great downfall on the planet. He couldn?t resist the sensual magic that thrived within them. Good. Evil. Honest. Deceitful. It didn?t matter to him. The lure of a witch would always be too much for him to resist.
The music came to an abrupt end, and a curvy brunette was left holding the ball of fire. The glow lit up her beautiful round face. He couldn?t see the color of her eyes, but knew they would be breathtaking. Her full lips stretched into a grin. Happiness exuded from her in a way that made his heart sing. Every synapse in his brain fired, urging him to go to her.
She extinguished the flames with a snap of her fingers, revealing a glass, and the group chanted, chug chug chug. The woman knocked it back, slamming the entire thing before tipping her head back and breathing fire. Like actual, real-life, could have come from a dragon, fire. Which was a bit unbelievable since, based on his body?s reaction and instincts, he was sure the woman was a witch. But then, maybe not as unbelievable as he thought. He knew without a doubt there were hidden depths to the luscious beauty. He felt it vibrating from her all the way across the room.