Scientist Rhylie Dawson works hard, but when it comes to play she's pretty reserved. Until her friends take her to The Cave of Pleasure in New York City. She's there to celebrate her birthday, and maybe, just maybe, get lucky. What Rhylie doesn't know is The Cave of Pleasure is run by Djinn, and the
Smoke, Fire And Desire
โ Scribed by Barron, Melinda
- Book ID
- 106805876
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 50 KB
- Series
- Desires Of The Lamp 4
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
Scientist Rhylie Dawson works hard, but when it comes to play she's pretty reserved. Until her friends take her to The Cave of Pleasure in New York City. She's there to celebrate her birthday, and maybe, just maybe, get lucky. What Rhylie doesn't know is The Cave of Pleasure is run by Djinn, and they're eager to show her that there's more to life than just work. On stage in front of a bevy of male dancers, Rhylie is told to choose one for her special birthday dance. She picks the fireman, and quickly learns that where there's smoke, there's fire, and a great deal of desire.
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