Genie thought learning how to "do" The Hustle was the worst thing about 1977, right along with strobe lights and disco balls, but she discovers something far worse the day she is bottle banished by an unsanctioned hunter obsessed with her destruction. Thirty-seven years later, she is awakened from her spellbound slumber by a homeless alcoholic who wants whiskey not a wish. Overwhelmed with shame, and keeping secrets from even himself, Reid Romans is the worst master ever. He stinks. He's dirty. He's rude, but even more maddening; he's sinfully sexy under all the filth and attitude. When his...