Thursday, November 3, 2011

Genie Knows Best Hits the Sands, Flying!

It’s launch week for Genie Knows Best, the second in my Bottled Magic Series. (Magic Gone Wild comes out August 2012). I had so much fun writing this story, from Samantha gaining a backbone, to Kal—the alpha male in a beta role—to Dirham the Magical Assistance Assistant and his girlfriend Lexy, and all the other not-so-mythical beings who inhabit Izaaz, the djinn city under the desert, complete with glass ceiling and the magical island paradise of Hufaidh, my imagination ran wild.

So wild, in fact, that I couldn’t put all the scenes I came up with in the book. Here’s one of my favorites that didn’t make it in, but it’s a great intro to both Kal and Dirham that I thought I’d share it here. This happens right before the opening of the book that's in print.

But before I do share the outtake, I wanted to mention that the first book in the series, I Dream of Genies, is available for FREE on Kindle, Nook, iBooks and other formats, but only for a few more days. So get thee to your favorite e-book store and grab your copy today!

An Outtake from

Genie Knows Best

© Judi Fennell, Sourcebooks Casablanca, 2011

“Nine hundred ninety-seven. Nine hundred ninety-eight. Come on, Kal! You can do it!”

If Kal weren’t already in enough trouble with the Djinn High Master, he’d wish laryngitis on his four-legged, court-appointed watch dog—er, fox—just so he wouldn’t have to hear that number.

Unfortunately, that same High Master that had handed down this prison sentence for attempting to leave The Service had also banned him from fulfilling his own wishes, so hear it he would.

“Just three more, Kal. Let’s go!” The euphemistically titled “magical assistance assistant” waved his bushy tail like a pom-pom.

Nice of Dirham to include himself in the let’s part, but the fennec fox was thoroughly enjoying himself bouncing on the mini-trampoline in the spout end of Kal’s lantern, while Kal’s arms shook with the effort it took to force his body upward one more time. Or maybe it was the energy he repressed so he wouldn’t hurt Dirham’s feelings. Gods knew, not being able to use his magic had built up a lot of repressed energy.

“That’s it, buddy. Two more. You can do it!”

Kal rested his forehead on the cool polished floor of his lantern for a second, then worked into push-up number one thousand.

Dirham went wild, doing back flips that would make any cheerleader weep with envy. “One more! You’re almost there!”

That sentiment was the guiding premise of Kal’s life at the moment.

Grunting through the pain, he finished off the last push-up and got to his feet, twisted the pewter cuffs on his wrists back into place, then wiped the sweat off his face with a gym towel.

One thousand and one sit-ups done, one thousand and one push-ups. He should probably go for the pull-ups, but the stress of sitting here day after day, not knowing why Monty, his current master, hadn’t summoned him in the last six months was getting to him, both with worry and anticipation.

One thousand and one.

That number followed him everywhere. Sit ups, push-ups, pull-ups, tiles in his bathroom floor, divots in the lantern’s lid, songs on his iPod, probably even grains of salt in his salt shaker.

And masters. He had to serve one thousand and one masters with one thousand and one wishes to complete the sentence imposed on him by the High Master.

He was on number one thousand. So close to the end, he could taste it.

Or smell it actually. Was that fesenjān?

Kal walked around the exercise equipment and sniffed through the lantern’s spout. It was fesenjān. What was his master doing not sharing it? Monty might keep the lantern—and therefore Kal—locked in a safe in his office when he wasn’t around, but they’d often had dinner together in that office, with Kal doing the cooking, of course. Well, conjuring. One of Monty’s favorites was fesenjān.

And it was one more reason to worry.

Dirham hopped into the tunnel of the lantern spout, his paws sliding on the smooth copper finish. “Now for the pull-ups.”

Kal picked him up and set him on the sit-up bench on the Bowflex. “Not today, Dirt.”

“Hey, I’m not dirty. I just took a bath.”

Dirham might be a helpful little thing, but he had a major deficit in the sense of humor department. Everything was always so literal with him.

Take the time Kal had said he was so hungry he could eat a camel. He’d had to spend hours cleaning up the floor from the camel’s, er, “presents” until Dirham had shown up and led the animal out through the magic portal in the handle.

This no-magic-for-personal-use thing sucked.

“You’re right, Dir. And your fur looks great. Any special reason?” The fennec was in love with a vixen named Lexy—hopelessly so because Dirham thought she was way out of his league. Given that Lexy was the head of the thinktank headquartered in the magical outpost of Madeenat Al-saqf Al-zojaajey, Dir might have a case. Kal kept trying to beef up his magical assistance assistant’s confidence.

But when Dir toppled, slack-jawed, off the weight bench at the question, Kal figured it was better to let sleeping dogs, er, foxes, lie. No sense piling more pain on Dirt’s bruised heart and fragile ego.

Kal headed to the mini fridge, chucking the towel into the basket beside the sofa, then grabbed a V-8. He’d have to do laundry soon, and since he couldn’t use his magic even inside his own lantern, he was going to have to do it the mortal way.

Luckily, the stainless stackable washer and dryer had been magicked to contour to the curved wall, so he didn’t have to send his clothes out. The genie laundry service always took a while to get his stuff back. You’d think magical beings could zap laundry to rights in an instant, but apparently there was a whole lot of red tape to go through for demi-genies.

Demi-genie. The categorization bugged the kharah out of him.

Kal swiped the cold bottle across his forehead to cool both his body temperature and his temper. It wasn’t his fault he was a demi-genie. Well, all right—the demotion was a by-product of removing the gold cuffs that had bound him into The Service, but he’d only done it because of Faruq.

Bile churning in his gut, Kal uncapped the bottle and drank half. Faruq. The most vile ibn el-kalb who’d ever flown a magic carpet.

Dirham bounced over. “So, you need anything, Kal? Can I get you something? What about a body pillow? I hear they’re comfortable. Or water wings? Some taffy? How about a jar of foot cream?”

Where did the fox come up with this stuff?

“The combination to the safe would be nice.” Or Faruq’s head on a silver platter.

Kal shook his head and finished off the drink, restraining himself from flipping the bottle into the air. In centuries past—two millennia actually—the bottle would have simply disappeared into the spectrasphere. Now, it’d shatter all over the floor.

He sighed and set the bottle on top of the fridge.

“The combination?” One of the fox’s bat-like ears ticked forward as he leapt onto the recliner in front of the high-def. “Gee, Kal, that might be kind of hard.”

“I was just kidding, Dirt—Dirham.” Kal shooed him out of the chair and sank onto the cool leather. He’d have to wipe it down afterwards, but the beauty of not living with anyone was that no one would care if he didn’t.

That was also the curse of not living with anyone.

“So what are we going to do today, Kal?” Dirham hopped up and down like a rabbit. He was the size of a rabbit actually.

“Today? Let’s see.” Kal pretended to contemplate the vast opportunities he was faced with. Trouble was, there weren’t any. He was stuck in this lantern until a master summoned him. Bad enough he wasn’t able to move forward with his life, having to hang out until Fate passed him around to one thousand and one masters, but to be stuck waiting while he was waiting… Kal hated being an alpha male in a beta role. Hated treading water and this sentence the High Master had imposed on him was the ultimate deep end.

“Want to paint rainbows in the air?” Dirham asked, swiping his tongue over his lips. Mist-paint was like catnip to fennecs.

Kal shook his head. “I’m not in the mood, but don’t let me stop you.” He pointed to the pull-down table on the wall that he stored the supplies behind. Without altering the outer lantern dimensions, the interior could expand to house whatever he wanted to order through the Genie Supply System—a race track, football field, the island of Crete, a camel—but Kal was into minimalism. Give him his fridge, workout equipment, the recliner, and a high-def TV, and he was good. Oh, and the remote. Definitely needed the remote. It was the only magic he could do these days.

Thanks to Faruq.

Kal gripped the leather arm rests. The prick had stolen not only his High Master’s thesis and his magic, but also his reputation. Instead of the promotion Kal had expected all those centuries ago, his name had been dragged through endless jeribs of worthless desert sand and buried so deep that even Mudd was a better name than his.

Well, Karma could be a bitch and she’d finally bitten Faruq on the ass. The High Master’s vizier was currently under lantern arrest for exactly what he’d framed Kal for, trying to double-cross the High Master in an effort to gain the title sooner rather than later, so the job was back up for grabs. As soon as Kal was finished serving his next master, he fully intended the position to be his. Gods knew, he’d worked hard enough for it, but then that prick had come along and stolen it.

Kal had given up then—and it wasn’t something he was proud of. But genies were immortal, so it would have been a long time—if ever—until Faruq retired. There would have been no point in hanging around, and the surest way out of The Service was to get rid of the bracelets.

He should probably feel some pride in being the only djinni who’d ever figured out how to do that, but pride was a lonely bedfellow and a poor substitute for losing his magic.

“You know what, Dirham? I would like something.”

The fox turned around with seven paintbrushes sticking out of his snout. “Wwaah is ih?”

Kal stood up, then stripped off his gym shorts. He finally had a shot at getting the job; he might as well look the part. Dress for the job you wanted, not the one you had. “My uniform. The orange one. And don’t forget the scimitar.”

Dirham dropped the brushes. “Scimitar?” His tongue snaked around his snout and not with the same enthusiasm as it had for mist-paint. “Have I displeased you?”

Kal shook his head and forced a smile to his face. Dirham was the one being who still believed in his innocence. Probably because the fennec didn’t have a suspicious bone in his tiny body, but Kal would take every supporter he could get. Which, as of now, consisted of only one. “It’s been a while and I don’t want to lose my edge.”

“Phew!” Dirham’s tail twitched upright, a sure sign the little guy was happy. Some days he was so happy he looked like a show dog determined to win Best in Breed. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Kal took a quick shower while Dirham was gone. One more master; that’s all he had left. After two thousand years of having his hands tied, with pewter cuffs instead of gold, an end was in sight—

An end that might be sooner rather than later, thanks to the orange smoke that began to fill his lantern. Smoke heralded his transmission to the outside world, and that particular shade of orange meant only one thing.

He was about to get a new master.


If you’d like to see other outtakes and excerpts, check out my website:!

Here’s my question for you: do you like outtakes or would you rather have excerpts that actually made it into the book and why? Thanks! I am giving away a copy of Genie Knows Best to a commenter below, so please leave your email address if you want a chance to win!


  1. Congrats, Judi! Great deleted scene.

  2. I love out takes, both as a reader and as an author. It's really, really hard to cut a scene, and knowing it might have life as an out take is some consolation.

  3. i would rather have excerpts that actually made it into the book, because i think excerpts is given as a part of the content of the book and we will not try to find out why the excerpts do not show up in the book when we read the book ;)

  4. CONGRAT'S! Awesome cover! Reading that was like watching the deleted scenes after a movie. I always wonder WHY it was deleted since it contributed something to the whole feel of the movie. But alas, I suppose they have minute limits like we have word limits! Still I really enjoyed the scene, Judi!

  5. I love books with Genies and have got to read these!!!


  6. Congrats on the new release, Judi! I'm reading I Dream of Genies now and enjoying it a lot!
    Outtakes are good, but I'd probably appreciate them more after reading the finished book. Sort of like watching the bloopers at the end of a movie.

  7. I love to read excerpts from the book because it lets me know what to expect from the rest of the book.

  8. Hi Judi. Congratulations on your new book. Sounds good. I like both outtakes and excerpts. The excerpts intrigue you to read the book and the outtakes give you something extra from the story.

  9. I enjoy reading deleted scenes and outtakes! Thanks for sharing! I Dream of Genies is queued up on my Kindle right now!

  10. Judi, congrats on the new release! I love your crazy imagination and can't wait to see what you've come up with this time.
    As for the question, I love outtakes, in books and in movies. I like the feeling that I'm getting something extra by following the blog!

  11. Congratulations on the release, Judi! Yay! I love reading scenes that didn't make it.I wish you many, many sales.

  12. Congrats on your release, Judi. Me, I'd rather have outtakes because excerpts are in the book, and I always read yours.

  13. I like outtakes most of the time, especially if they are polished and offer some little character insight.

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  14. I love outtakes! One of these days I'm going to keep mine instead of deleting them. Congrats on the release, Judi!

  15. This is the first time I've heard of outakes. Maybe I've read them and thought they were excerpts. I like the idea since it gives me even more insight into the book. I have enjoyed your books and want to say congratulations for this this one (and you always have great covers).

  16. I like outtakes so I can see for myself and explore the what-ifs of a story. It's interesting to know why a scene didn't make it.


  17. HI everyone! Sorry, the Day Job was just INSANE today!

    the reason this scene didn't make it in is because it really wasn't necessary to the story. But it was so much fun and I HAD to write it if just to get to know my characters.

    And I do like the idea of reading outtakes after the book. I do have them on the website, so maybe readers will migrate there after reading. I remember when Julia Quinn came out with her second epilogues to the Bridgerton series. It was like visiting old friends.

    Thanks for all the comments and I'll announce the winner tomorrow.

  18. And the winner of a signed copy of Genie Knows Best is CrystalGB! Congratulations!

  19. Just downloaded I dream of Genie's, sounds like it will be a good book. Next in line to read.
    I have to say out takes. I would really like to see them after reading the book, because then I can think about maybe another outcome.

  20. I enjoy both outtakes and excerpts from books but for a book that's a new release or one I haven't read yet, I would prefer excerpts that actually make it into the book because if it piques my interest, I would like to read the scenes leading up to the excerpt and afterward it as well. As for outtakes, I enjoy them more if I have read a book because then it'll be like an extra treat to have more time with the characters that I got to know :)