What would you wish for?
It is one of the most popular questions to ask someone, isn’t it? If you could wish for anything in the world, what would it be? A million pounds, good health, true love. There are so many choices when you could ask for anything at all.
In my story a wish granted by a djinn turns the life of Scott Baxter upside down and Scott is forced to help the wish play out as it is was intended by the one who made the wish.
Scott has no idea what the wish was or who made it, though he suspects that his upheaval is as a result of his new “husband” Cameron wishing to meet the man of his dreams, Mr Right, or something to that effect. All he knows is he has to play the role of husband for the duration of the day, a task he quickly finds he enjoys all too much.
I know that a lot of people are critical of the insta-love trope in romance novels, both in MF and MM stories, but I am going to unashamedly say that in this story there is an instant connection between Scott and Cameron and it is one he feels right from the start. You can call it insta-love if you like. I call it something else… destiny.
I truly believe that when you meet your soul mate the connection is there right from the start. For Scott he finds this is definitely the case. The instant attraction only builds through the course of the day and he knows very quickly that he has found his Mr Right. Though whether he can keep him is another matter entirely.
The simple solution would be for Scott to wish for Cameron of course, but I never make things quite so easy for my boys. After all, wishes aren’t handed out to just everyone and there’s never a djinn around when you need one. And even if you can find one, those wishes have to have some limitations – look at Aladdin and his wishes for the best known example. There was no making the Princess Jasmine fall in love with him instantly by virtue of a wish. And in the case of Scott and Cameron, there are similar limitations.
I may give my boys a taste of love at first sight, but they are going to have to work at keeping that love if they want a life together.
So, what would you wish for if you found yourself with an all-powerful djinn at your disposal?
One Perfect Wish by L.M. Brown
Playing the part of another man’s husband to fulfil a wish is easy, but what happens at midnight when the magical day is over?
Scott Baxter is a workaholic with no time for love, until a djinn pulls him out of his life and deposits him into the bed of Cameron Kirk. Cut off from his life, Scott isn’t happy about the idea of being forced to help the djinn grant an unspecified wish, but he soon finds he has no real choice in the matter. The djinn, who has turned his life upside down, has powers that prevent Scott from leaving and ensure he does nothing to ruin Cameron’s day with his ‘husband’.
Reluctant at first, Scott finds that as the day progresses he starts to enjoy playing the role of Cameron’s husband. He connects with his unexpected lover in a way he never has with other men.
Scott searches for clues to help him track down Cameron after the day is over and he returns to his own life. He doesn’t want the day to end, but the wish is out of his control and when the magic is finished his time with Cameron may be over too.
Scott Baxter woke with a strange feeling something wasn’t quite right. Half asleep and with his eyes still closed, he tried to figure out what could be different. The bed seemed too soft and far more luxurious than the cheap hotel mattress he vaguely recalled crashing on the night before. A thick duvet covered him and he could feel warmth similar to the heat that usually came from another body close up against him. He couldn’t recall ever waking in a hotel with such contentment as he felt this morning.
After working nearly forty-eight hours straight, he had flown back to England on the red eye, practically sleepwalked to a taxi, and had finally fallen into bed exhausted. Long overdue for a break, he told himself he’d take one after his latest consulting project had been completed. He told himself the same thing every time, even though he knew his boss would have another job lined up for him before the final work had been finished on this one.
“Morning,” a sleepy voice murmured into his ear.
Scott froze. His unexpected bedmate moved and Scott noticed he had some serious morning wood pressed against his arse.
He opened his eyes. Only his companion’s arm wrapped around Scott’s chest stopped him falling out of bed from the shock. Had the relentless pressure of his job finally caused him to snap?
The hotel room had vanished and instead he appeared to be in someone’s house. The drapes over the patio doors had been pulled back and a snow-covered garden stretched toward a frozen pond. Light snow fell from the cloudy sky. The landscape outside the doors seemed more like January than May.
“Scott, are you okay?”
Scott didn’t know what to say. Had he been drugged and kidnapped? And if so, why? He wasn’t anyone important and his family didn’t have the money to pay any ransom.
“Ah good, you’re awake,” a second voice said. Like the first, this voice also belonged to a man, though he seemed to have a slight accent Scott couldn’t place.
Scott wondered how many men he had climbed into bed with last night, before he saw the second speaker stood at the end of the bed with his arms folded across his bare chest. With baggy silk trousers and golden metal cuffs on his wrists, he could have stepped straight out of Arabian Nights.
“What the hell is going on?” Scott shouted as he tried to untangle himself from the arms of the man sharing his bed. His companion wasn’t exactly helping him and instead seemed to be frozen in place like a statue. He poked the man with a finger. His skin felt normal, yet the other man didn’t react at all.
“You’re here to fulfill a wish,” the man at end of the bed told him. “I’m a djinn and I’m here to explain your present situation.”
Scott stopped contemplating the statue man beside him. “Excuse me?”
The djinn nodded. “I’m sure you’ve heard of my kind. We grant wishes to those who summon us. Well, I’m here because someone wished for you.”
A headache started behind Scott’s eyes. He didn’t have time for this nonsense.
L.M. Brown lives in England, in a quaint little village that time doesn’t seem to have touched. No, wait a minute—that’s the retirement biography. Right now she is in England in a medium sized town that no one has ever heard of, so she won’t bore you with the details. Keeping her company are numerous sexy men. She just wishes that they weren’t all inside her head.
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