A.R. Moler

After Dale Edinger’s eccentric aunt passed away, she left him with a house full of clutter mixed with magical items and a djinn named Riadh. With his own history and a set of rules that make it impossible for him to be freed, Riadh now belongs to Dale. But when your skills at magic are one step above non-existent, you need a teacher.<br><br>Now Dale’s on the hunt for a teacher so he’ll not only learn how to wield magic, but will also be able to protect Riadh. Unfortunately, his options are limited. Who poses the greater risk -- a dragon with uncertain motives, or a big city mage who'd like to add Riadh to his own collection of possessions?

Djinn Book 2: Where There's Smoke

“Does the fire burn continuously or only when the globe is in use?” Dale asked.


“As far as I can tell, it burns when the cabin is occupied.”


“I have to admit, it’s a nice feature, especially since it’s pretty damn cold outside.” Dale crossed the room and pulled a quilt from the bed. He laid it on top of the multi-colored wool rug that was in front of the fireplace. He had anxious hopes that being here would make everything work…physically anyway. Dale had a lingering feeling that Riadh might feel threatened by all the offers made by Archimedes. Some long slow intimacy, even if his junk didn’t perform, seemed like a solace to the emotion. Sitting on the quilt he held out a hand to Riadh. Riadh sat down. “Scoot over, I want you in front of me.” Dale spread his legs.


Riadh complied and Dale wrapped his arms around the djinn, nuzzling against the back of Riadh’s neck.


Chapter 11