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What’s In Your Stocking?

The Magic Bottle_COVERIt’s the holidays. While it should be a time of warmth and love, Lola Baz knows only the regret and pain of a marriage devoid of either. But when the magic of the season arrives on the night before Christmas, also known as Saturnalia, Lola finds a gift in her stocking that can liberate her from loneliness. Read The Christmas Bottle today! Download it from Amazon or buy in other versions from Boroughs Publishing Company. On sale for 99 cents!

Merry Christmas!
Kellyann Zuzulo

12 Tales for Christmas | Boroughs Publishing Group

full-12-tales-for-christmasCheck out this wonderful anthology of romantic holiday stories …. a new generation of holiday classics, 12 of ‘em! My story is The Christmas Bottle. Get all 12 for just $2.99.


12 Tales for Christmas | Boroughs Publishing Group.

The Betrayal Begins

from Dangerous Devotion, the fourth book in the 101 Nights series of Romantisodes from Boroughs Publishing Group

Chapter Two

Amani felt strong arms hard under her breasts. For the first time in almost three months, she felt safe. But then it all came back to her and she knew. She wasn’t safe. Twisting her body, she tried to wrench free of Sumer’s grasp. Her strength was gone from her. She felt as limp as the netted eels she once pulled from the phosphor streams in the Cobalt Mountains. The memory of that place pressed solace into her mind. Her home. She could almost smell it.

With the clean scent of juniper and sun-fired rock blanketing her mind, she opened her eyes. The scent prevailed. And another aroma bloomed. It was that of the orchids in the fire forests of Jinnistan. Blinking, she looked around. Veins of lapis ribboned the wall she looked upon. It was the uneven topography of a cave wall. And growing from a moisture-slick crevice was a single lavender orchid. She inhaled. Warm spice, cardamom and pepper swam with a draft across her face. Home?

“Let me go,” she demanded, wriggling her torso against her captor.

“Not so fast, Ani. I think you’ll find that your legs won’t hold you.” Sumer turned her to face him. “So I will.” His lips, full and shining where he licked them, were slightly open as his gaze coursed over her face, down her front. She saw the glint of white teeth behind his lips, like sharp sun-bleached coral glimpsed in the water, waiting to shred flesh. She tugged the white linen shirt she wore unbuttoned over a white camisole tight against her chest. It was Jason’s shirt. She flinched when Sumer ran his hands down her back.

“Unhand me!”

“Hold still,” he muttered. “I’m checking for fractures.”

She stilled, remembering. They had traveled from one dimension to another, with nothing more than the energy of the stolen Heart of Bitu around his neck. Transmorphic migration done in tandem had been known to break the bones of a passenger.

Sumer’s hands were hot as he pressed them in a trail down the knots of her spine. His fingers were long and broad. When he reached the waistband of her black yoga pants—pulled on that morning after a wild night of lovemaking with Jason—he pushed past the elastic border. Her breath caught in her throat as he slid his fingers side to side on her bottom.

Unsummoned and unappreciated, tingles shuddered down the backs of her thighs. “I think you’re enjoying this,” she growled.

He ignored her. A first for Sumer. He never seemed to miss an opportunity to raise her ire. When his hand spanned the hard ridge of her hip, she winced. A bolt of pain dizzied her. Her forehead fell forward against his shoulder. She felt disembodied, vaguely aware that for a millisecond Sumer’s touch grew gentle.

“Ani.” Sumer’s voice was a plea. There was a tone of concern she’d never heard from him. “Ani.” His arms swept under her legs and he carried her to a corner of the cave. A cushion of white camel fur cradled her when he set her down. He crouched next to her, seeming uncomfortable with seeing her so vulnerable. They had been lovers and adversaries. But she had never been at his mercy. She couldn’t help but think that had Jason been here, he would smooth the hair back from her face. Patience and concern would light his features like a beacon. Sumer simply seemed puzzled.

“Move your legs.” Sumer’s voice was stern.

Amani’s brow furrowed.

“I think your pelvis is fractured.”

She was suddenly aware that she had to concentrate on moving her legs. Pain shot down her left side. Sumer pressed two fingers against her left hip and an azure glow radiated from the touch into her body. Tension buzzed across her midsection.

“Move your legs,” he repeated.

Slowly, she stretched one long limb alongside Sumer’s bent thigh. Needles of pain shot up her legs from the soles of her feet.

“There,” she said, triumphant.

“Now the other one.”

His tone was so intent that she didn’t question. She straightened the second leg. Sumer ran his hand along one of her thighs to the knee and then did the same on her other leg, massaging as he went. Without lifting his hand, he shifted his body so that he crouched between her legs. The firm pulse of his fingers felt good against her stiff muscles. She sighed.

Sumer’s eyes flashed briefly with something like amusement. “Good. Bend them at the knees.”

She did as commanded, pleased with her body’s response. Sumer had risked her health but also his own when he dragged her from New Jersey. The jinn were expected to travel solo. There was precious little energy left in Jinnistan. Their safe arrival was a testament to Sumer’s unusual molecular strength. Amani shook her head. No time to dwell on how well endowed—biologically or otherwise—Sumer was.

Sumer hovered on his knees in front of her, between her legs. She was suddenly aware of his large hands gripping the soft flesh of her inner thighs. His voice husky, he said, “Now, wrap those remarkable legs around my waist and I’ll show you how to generate some energy.”

Kicking one leg free of him, she cursed. “Damn you, Sumer. Move away from me now or I swear I will—”

“Will what?” Sumer’s gaze narrowed and he leaned in. “You’re as weak as a foal. Not even fit to ride.” She could smell his skin. It was the smell of cinders and green reeds. Violence and promise. But a promise of what?

“Back off.” She pushed against his chest and drew herself to a sitting position. He sat back on one bent leg, a thick forearm draped across his knee as he continued to watch her. His skin was as tight and smooth over his muscles as polished granite. She dropped her gaze. Water trickled somewhere behind her as though an underground spring ran through the floor of an unseen passage. The catacombs of the Cobalts. They were, indeed, in a cave beneath the fire forests.

After his insurrection against the ruling Tribal Council at the Silver Citadel, Sumer had absconded to the mountains with his army of loyal Marid jinn, the warrior class, the fiercest of the jinn. “Happy to see me?”

She glanced up at him. His black eyes assessed her. One fine eyebrow arched sardonically.

“You stole my stone.” She swiped again at the glimmering green gem around his neck, but he twitched back and out of reach.

He laughed. “You buried it in the dirt.”

“I was trying to remove it as a resource for you. Since you had already interrupted my mission—”

“Don’t you mean sweet moon?” Sumer’s top lip curled in disgust.

“Honeymoon,” Amani corrected. She remembered the intrusion of Sumer, appearing to her in the kitchen of Jason’s home on a chill April morning, not long after she had committed herself to work with the humans to find a remedy for her nation’s fading power. At any cost. Even at the cost of her pride, her freedom, and her body.

Uncle Azon had discovered that the integration of jinni and human auras generated electrical energy that fed the proton cycles within Jinnistan. Cycles that were desperately needed to keep Jinnistan alive. A scourge of inexplicable energy shortages had stripped Jinnistan of its reserves and of many of its citizens. Amani’s parents had been among the first to die. A type of fear—an emotion that was virtually unknown to the jinn—gripped her world. No longer could the jinn alter their molecules to travel with the wind through space and time.

Transmorphic migration had been outlawed. Marid jinn, ifrit, and ghul castes alike were encouraged to leave their homes across the broad expanse of Jinnistan’s Bitu Valley, Cobalt Mountains, and lava plains to gather at the Silver Citadel. These were the warrior caste, the ruling caste, and the farmers and crafts jinn. The protonic scourge did not discriminate.

While Azon Zarin imagined an alliance with humans to help create a generator to renew Jinnistan’s resources, Sumer Rafsi envisioned conquest. His claim that the humans were not to be trusted and that what nuclear power they had should be taken forcibly was the more aggressive option. The burden of deciding which route would rescue her doomed homeland had fallen to Amani.

“I think you were removing it as a resource for yourself.” His chin dropped and his tone grew more grave. “You know that my plan would be the quickest way to save our homeland. Don’t you?” Those black eyes were so intent upon her that Amani could see why other Marid jinn trembled in his presence. But not her. Never her. She would die before she would show fear. Before she would allow him to think that there was the slightest chance she would align herself to him.

“Why did you come, Sumer?”

“You were taking too long.” He pounced to his feet and stretched his arms over his head. The tattoos that marked his as Marid wound around his triceps like barbed wire.  Lowering his arms, he tore open his light blue cotton shirt. Buttons scattered on the cave floor with little pearlized clicks. He dropped it in a heap. He spat on it.

“I stink of human!” His black gaze settled on her face. Rolling back the massive mounds of his shoulders—the Heart of Bitu glittering between the shelves of his pectorals—he said, “And so do you.”

Amani pushed up on the cave floor and struggled to her feet. “You have to take me back there, Sumer.”

His grunt became laughter that echoed down the dark corridors of the cave. “Do you command me, Ambassador?”

Straightening to her full height, Amani cranked her neck from left to right and inhaled. “I do.”

Sumer’s jaw tensed. “You like to say that, don’t you?” He mocked her tone. “I do. How easy it was for you to marry a human. I told you from the beginning that it wasn’t necessary. It was just another way that we allow the humans to control us. We could have taken what we needed. I have the army and the means to trespass in their world.”

“What you sought to do, Sumer, would have meant the deaths of thousands, and the enslavement of millions. Even if we wanted to, we don’t have the energy to take the human world.”

“Your Uncle Azon did. He found the portal directly into one of their energy generators and could easily have navigated the power of their reactors into our world. Instead, he sought alliances with men like Jason Masters and that vermin, Warren Westcott who runs Covalink as though it were his empire. He was a fool.”

There was determination and vengeance in Sumer’s voice. “We are the jinn, Amani. We have been free and conscious beings since before those creatures of dirt hauled themselves from the primordial effluent.”

Fisting his hands at his sides, he took first one step and then another toward her. It seemed that fury gripped him. A struggle was apparent in the creases around his onyx eyes. “I tell myself that you didn’t know you were betraying us. But it is hard to believe, Amani. Hard to believe when you lay with one of them. When you call them ‘friends.’”

Amani blinked. “What are you talking about, Sumer? You’ve known all along about the treaty. About my role as an emissary to work with the human scientist. Approaching it this way offers a quick solution and a long-term plan for the rejuvenation of Jinnistan, without any loss of life.”

She moved close enough to touch him, laying her fingers gently on his forearm. His gaze was troubled. She had known him long enough to know that he was not being idly cavalier. Something had happened.

He stared down at her. His broad, rugged face was without emotion, but his gaze probed her, assessing, judging. “Then you have been betrayed, too.”

A slim coil of dread wormed its way from her stomach to her throat. She could only whisper. “Tell me what’s happened, Sumer.”

His words were so simply stated that she didn’t comprehend at first.

“They’ve taken Persha.”

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Point of View—What IS It? How to Find the Perfect Voice for YOUR Story


If you’re a writer, start taking notice of who’s telling the story in the books you read. It’ll help you establish the voice in your own writing. Read Kristen Lamb’s explanation of Point of View…

Originally posted on Kristen Lamb's Blog:

Geiko Caveman.

Geiko Caveman.

Monday, we talked about the Three Acts of a Writer’s Journey. The first hint we might be tipping into The Apprentice Phase is we hear the word P.O.V. and panic. What is THAT? Prisoners of Vietnam? Pets of Vegans? Pals of Viagra?

We ALL know writing a novel is FAR from easy. We just make it look that way ;) .

Today, I’m putting on my editor’s hat. Many of you decided to become writers because you love to write. Duh. I’ll even bet most of you, back when you were in school, also made very good grades in English. Thus, you might assume that you naturally know how to write a novel that is fit for successful publication.

Maybe you do. But, if you are anything like me when I started out? You might not know as much as you think you do.


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Angels Are Hot in YA Fiction

YA column art_nov-dec2014Don’t be so sure that belief has taken a back seat in our 21st-century increasingly secular society … especially among our youth. Young adults are reading about angels in increasing numbers. Okay, so maybe they’re not the glowy angels we see hovering over the K-Mart creche at Christmas time. These angels are brooding, shadowy, and sometimes conflicted about their place in the world. But so are our teens. It’s a perfect match; perhaps a comfortably classic way for the reader to find understanding in books. So, bring ‘em on. My list of ten new books about angels in 2014 that showed up in the YA market are reviewed in my Forever Young YA column for BTS eMag.

And angels be with you,

Meet the Lovers Who Live in My Books

Tag. I’m it! Thanks to Paula Millhouse for inviting me to be a part of this blog hop. Paula writes captivating romance with dragons and fairies.They’re fiery ;) Visit her website here.

electric stormI’d like to introduce you to the main character of my romantic suspense series for Boroughs Publishing Group. 101 Nights is made up of five Romantisodes (you do the math) that follow the journey of Amani Zarin. She’s a warrior and a diplomat from Jinnistan who suddenly finds herself thrust into a New Jersey suburb, scrabbling to solve the puzzle of her nation’s waning energy and newly married to a human. Yick! That is, until the honeymoon. Here’s how I hop:

Amani is a fictional character, though I know many Jersey girls who are as audacious as she is.

The story is set in today’s world, in a swanky suburb not far from New York City. The story begins in late February and continues for–you guessed it–101 Nights.

Amani is tough and sassy and thinks she has no room in her life for love. She won’t even download Tinder.

The main conflict is that while she will do anything to save her people, she resents having to subject herself to scientist Jason Masters’ data collection. Contact between a genie and a human sends electromagnetic readings soaring; her contact with Jason sends those readings into hyperdrive. That data can be captured and used to harness electricity for Jinnistan. The more data the better. But the more Amani finds herself in Jason’s arms, the more her resistance to love is breaking down.

Amani’s personal goal is to contribute to the construction of a transformer that can generate the electricity needed to power her world. And it’s not just about the lights, their atmosphere is dissolving.

There are five books in the Romantisodes and all are published by Boroughs Publishing Group. The first is To Have and To Hold, followed by Reluctant Rapture, Ties That Bind, Dangerous Devotion, and Ever Afters (releasing this fall). All books are available in various digital formats, including Kindle, Nook, Smashwords, and Kobo.

Best Wishes,

Jinni Caught on Camera

--from Emirates 24/7 News service.

–from Emirates 24/7 News service.

It was nearly a year ago that Saudi news reports acknowledged that an eerie figure caught on security cameras could be a jinni. The sighting occurred in Makkah (Mecca) in October 2013, right before the sacred pilgrimage of the Hajj, when Muslim faithful journey to this birthplace of Muhammad. That’s right…just a year ago. The presence of the jinni is still accepted in a civilized land. And why not? The rest of the world generally accepts the presence of the otherworldly in the form of spirits, angels, ghosts, and fairies. The report also noted that the unidentified figure could be a ghost. There is a type of jinni known as a ghul that appears in ethereal, rather ghostlike, form. Ghuls are recognized to be generally harmless, though they can be mischievous. Jinn, which are mentioned in the Qu’ran, are also believed to have the capacity for devotion to Islam. Perhaps they, too, seek to pay their respects to their faith.

What is amazing to me is that the Emirates 24/7 News reported this story along with a photograph. They linked the appearance to the impending Hajj. This year, Hajj occurs between October 2nd and 7th. We are less than a month away from the pilgrimage. I don’t know about you, but I’ll stay tuned to Arab media for more reports about the “jinn on the go.”

Read more about the jinn and how they might live and love in my books. Start with my 101 Nights series! The first book is To Have and To Hold, followed by Reluctant Rapture, Ties That Bind, and Dangerous Devotion.  You can also meet the classically conceived jinni, Zubis, in The Genie Ignites, from Boroughs Publishing Group.

Best Wishes,


What’s the First Thing You Notice about Someone?

The first thing I notice about somebody is their eyes. Not necessarily what color they are or how clear and unblinking (that might strike me, actually, because it would be a bit creepy.) No. What I notice is HOW they look at me…direct and steady or dim and dodgy. I write about this whole process of how we engage with people through visual appeal in my column for BTS Magazine. The column is a regular feature called Forever Young. This month’s title is “The Eyes Have It.” 

Check it out. What’s the first thing you notice about someone?

My YA column Forever Young: The Eyes Have It appears in BTS Book Reviews [July-August issue] on page 141.

Dangerous Devotion

…it’s what happens when you love somebody who can get you into trouble. It’s also the name of my new book. If you know Dangerous Devotion_101nightsabout me as an author, then you know this latest book is probably about a genie. And you would be right. But the strong, fierce and passionate jinni in this case is a female. Amani Zarin will do anything to save her homeland…even when it means wedding one of the detestable humans. This particular human turns out to be not so detestable. First of all, he doesn’t smell like gravel, as most humans do to the jinn. Jason Masters has a scent of thyme and woodchips. Against her better judgment, Amani soon finds that it’s a scent and a man who is irresistible. What happens when a jinni and a man get together? Find out in the pages of Dangerous Devotion, from Boroughs Publishing Group

It just released today –*so exciting*– so you’ll find it at All Romance eBooks and Amazon. Soon coming to Nook, Kobo, and Smashwords. I wish you would download it. Your support makes it worthwhile.

Love and kisses,


Next One Coming

There are genies on the horizon.

There are genies on the horizon.

As I mentioned earlier, I finished the book and turned it in to my editor on Monday. What next? Will the book appear like magic on your bookshelf? Well… no. This is the fourth book in the 101 Nights series of Romantisodes that I am writing for Boroughs Publishing Group. The title is Dangerous Devotion. It’s a climactic story because the fifth and final book is next. But before that happens, I will get edits back on DD, polish the story, and send it off again. The book will be designed and proofread, given an ISBN number and submitted to the online bookstores. THEN, you will be able to pick up a copy. I’ll let you know when that is.

Thanks for reading!


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