Mischief in a Bottle

<p>Life as a jinn was great. Magic was handy. I had a good life as an arena gladiator.</p><p> And a charming jinn boyfriend.</p><p> Everything came crashing down when my boyfriend set me up to take the fall for his crimes.</p><p> After one hundred years serving time in my bottle I was finally paroled.</p><p> On a backwater planet called Earth.</p><p> </p><p> My name is Ceian; it's much longer in my language but it works. I was so grateful for being paroled that I never asked where I was going.</p><p> </p><p> Forgotten Hollow was one of those cute little mountain towns that I'd heard about but never planned on seeing. I was a big city girl and within the Eltrisphere collection of worlds my home I'd seen cities ten times as large as Tokyo and Delhi combined.</p><p> </p><p> Now I was in a cute town living in a cute cottage. I wasn't alone; the people behind my parole had assigned me a centurion to keep an eye on me. They'd changed him into a goat to be less obvious.</p><p> </p><p> There was also my late and unlamented ex-boyfriend's cat. Having a talking goat and a talking cat was tricky in an Earth town but it was comforting.</p><p> </p><p> I'd even made friends three mystery-loving old ladies who loved to cook. As I loved to eat and had developed a love of late-night TV cop shows it was a good match.</p><p> </p><p> There was even a love interest. Detective Jack Lanclin. Tall dark and hunky.</p><p> </p><p> Things were starting to go my way until the bodies started dropping.</p><p></p>