Overall: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Readability: 📖📖📖📖
Feels: 🦋🦋🦋
Emotional Depth: 💔💔💔💔
Sexual Tension: ⚡⚡⚡⚡
Romance: 💞💞💞💞
Sensuality: 💋💋💋 (I wanted a bit more explicitness for perfection to me)
Sex Scene Length: 🍑🍑 (the scenes are definitely on the short side, about a page or so)
Steam Scale (Number of Sex Scenes): 🔥🔥+ (There’s 3 scenes but they are quite short so I settled at a 2 scale)
Humor: Absolutely!
Character focused or plot focused? More plot focused but there is a decent amount of close proximity for the mains!
Perspective: First person perspective mostly from the heroine but a few small scenes from the hero
Cliffhanger: No this ends with a happily ever after
Epilogue: Yes, five weeks later.
When mains are first on page together: A little bit in (Chapter 3)
Format: voluntarily read a copy given from the author in paperback version

Should I read in order?
This is a stand alone novel.

Basic plot:
Regina breaks it off with her cheating fiance but still tries to enjoy her beach honeymoon...until she comes across a djinn on her beach walk.

Give this a try if you want:
- Contemporary...paranormal?
- Djinn hero/human heroine
- height difference
- pets – Lenny the dog is beloved by the whole family
- low to mid steam – there are 3 scenes or so but they are on the short side

Ages:
- Hero is unsure but around 1,034 years old, didn’t catch heroine

First line:
Death was an odd combination of sensory deprivation and overstimulation, pitch black and sprinkled with a five-week-old plague-infected vermin flavoring.

My thoughts:
This book is so hilarious and silly and sweet. Don’t go into this one looking for something serious or angsty.

There are so many hilarious parts to this. It’s such a fun romp. Regina’s family and friends are so lovely and the dialogue and banter is playful and silly. Regina’s grandmother is an absolute treat and I would totally read a novella about her shenanigans.

For book perfection, I found myself wanting a bit more character driven of a plot. There was a lot of events happening and so many interruptions for the mains! Also the heroine took forever to come around and I wanted to shake her at some points and be like believe it! AND ENJOY HIM!!! 😂

I did love Pascarella’s tension building. There were so many little scenes that I really enjoyed that led to a feeling of longing for the mains. Overall I would have loved my scenes a bit longer but that’s just personal preference.

I heard she’s going to be coming out with some historical romance novels so I’m definitely going to try one of those!

Endearments

Hero calls the heroine ‘little nymph’. 

Cock/Hero Stats:

- hero is a djinn that is cursed. He must serve a certain number of masters and wishes (I can’t remember now...maybe 1000 wishs for 100 masters?)
- he gives 10 wishes to each of his masters
- he can use magic

Quotes/thoughts: (Any mistakes are my own)

Grandma’s expensive teeth glowed in the moonlight.
“Little nymph, do you like the lampposts?” Fazil’s words tickled my neck.
My answer was a bobbing nod.
“They are like a thousand fireflies lighting a path through the night,” he cooed in a soft, seductive baritone.
I trapped my moan in my throat as Fazil’s thigh pressed against mine.
“And the ocean breeze is like a mermaid whispering to her lover from across the sea,” he said, his lip brushing against my ear.
I gasped and a light summer gust blew across my cheek.
Fazil pointed to the golden globe in the sky. “If you ever laugh, your smile will be as bright as the moon above.”
---
“Much nicer than your words, Regina Reynolds. Should I say, fucking shell is fucking wet? I wish for a fucking dry shell?”
His enunciation of the unseemly word caused me to howl with laughter.
He frowned.
I laughed so hard I snorted.
His expression changed, and his eyes lit up. “Johnny Kingston is a fucker. I am going to fuck-up Chelsea Benton.”
I couldn’t recall ever having expressed myself in quite that way, but I found his impression of me hysterical. “Oh, my god, Fazil,” I said between hoots. “Stop. I get it. You hate the word.”
His taunting voice became deep and sultry, sliding across my chest and shoulders as he cooed out, “I think I should like to fuck you.”

---
This is the kind of tension building I love!

“Yep. I heard. About the Eighth Century.” I tossed a piece of popcorn into the air and caught it in my mouth.
Fazil licked his lips. “Closer to the Ninth Century.”
I rolled my eyes as another kernal landed on my tongue.
Fazil’s eyes darkened, and every candle flickered at once.
---
He turned from the mirror to reach into the tub, and his forward bend exposed the back of his well-formed thighs. He discarded his pillow and blanket onto the floor. The towel followed. Then he leaned a sinewy forearm against the all as he turned on the shower.
I swallowed the mouthful of saliva threatening to choke me.
“Little nymph,” he said in a voice so raw and rumbly it caused me to gasp. When he faced me, his eyelids were heavy, and his blue eyes smoldered. “Why do you hide and watched?”
My breath hitched. “I–I–“
His gaze bore into my soul. “Do you wish to come in?”
More than I wanted to breathe.
----
I threw my hands in the air. “Are you freaking following me?”
“I do not know. Does that mean I heard you leave and quickly ran after you to see where you were going?”
“Yes,” I huffed.
“Then I most definitely freaking followed you.”
----
He studied me with gentle eyes. “Good night.”
“Night, Fazil.”
He passed by me on the way to the bathroom. His lips never moved, although his voice echoed in my mind. Little nymph, women can orgasm three times. Sometimes four. Maybe even five.
I stood motionless.
“What is wrong?” he asked.
“Um, nothing,” I said.
“That is very good.”
His flippin’ sexy smile caused a drip in my panties.
---
I clutched my hat between my fingers as I peered up at him through my lashes. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”
He twirled a strand of my hair between his fingers.
“I’m sorry, I thought you were crazy.”
His answer was a minty exhale that blew across my cheek.
“I’m sorry I was a bitch.”
He placed an arm on either side of me, caging me against the door. His raw voice vibrated low in my belly. “Maybe I cold have my wish, now.” His head titled to the side, letting me know he wanted to enter our room.
---
“May I kiss you, Regina Reynolds?”
Kiss me? He could throw me down on that elevator floor and devour me. I considered making my lascivious wish out loud, but I only had two left and a world to save.
I met his gaze and whispered. “Fazil, can a human and a djinn do this?”
He leaned down until his lips cupped my ear. “I am first and foremost a man.”
---
“I will drive,” said Fazil.
“Do you have your license?” I asked.
“I can drive a chariot and handle a camel in heat,” he declared with a puffed chest.
----
I chuckled and sat my hand beside his.
He hissed, then turned his attention from the road to his thigh.
My face grew warm, and I withdrew my touch. A second later, he grasped my fingers. A sizzling electric current consumed me as our hands clasped on his lap.
---
“Deeper!”
“I will hurt you, little nymph.”
Hurt my body. No way. Break my heart. Most definitely.
“Fazil.” Don’t leave me. Love me. “Harder!”

 

Content warnings: (This should be taken as a minimum because I could have missed some!)

- some scenes of harassment while dancing and physical deterring from the hero
- mention/remembrance of slavery/captivity
- some death mentioned on page
- heroine experiences the recovery from a bad, cheating relationship on page
- shark attack with recovery

Locations of kisses/intimate scenes:

 
Safe sex? 

  Heroine mentions she’s on birth control.

 
Pg 178 – kiss
Pg 188 – kiss
Pg 205 – kiss
Pg 236 – 🔥 kisses, oral for her, missionary
Pg 245 – 🔥 kisses, missionary
Pg 262 – 🔥 sex on the bathroom sink
Total pages: forgot to find this earlier, but I believe it's under 300 pages