America was founded on three death wishes—and genie, Celeste, wishes to the stars she denied them.

After centuries of torturous isolation in her lamp, Celeste finds herself in gritty and tumultuous Colonial America. Her newest master, the Governor of Bateaux Bay, is vying to be king of the New World. Desperate to avoid returning to her lamp, Celeste reluctantly becomes a pawn in the governor’s war. She strikes a deal with him—she’ll use her power to do more than simply grant three wishes—including torturing—if he agrees to give her freedom upon becoming king.

However, her plans go awry when she befriends the governor’s two sons, Elias and Cassius. In their own different ways, they help her—Elias by showing her love and Cassius by challenging her views. Seeing the implications of her master’s wishes—genocide of the indigenous people and impending war—she must decide if she will focus on her freedom or break her bargain for the betterment of the New World by standing up for the one person who could stop it all—herself.

I hope you’ll take great interest in my manuscript STARS & CHAINS. It is an 86K word dark historical fantasy for an upper YA audience with crossover potential, with a vibe of Aladdin meets Frontier and a strong feminist bentSTARS & CHAINS is the first book in an anticipated trilogy with a fulfilling end. Additionally, it is a 2019 #RevPit runner-up winner and a 2019 #WriteMentor winner.

I’m a published adult urban fantasy novel with the Champagne Book Group titled Mostly Innocent, A Powers That Be Novel, Book 1 (2018) I am also the Social Media Coordinator for Champagne Book Group. I currently reside in Southern California with my husband and son where I teach French in a public high school.

Thank you for your time and consideration!

Sincerely Grateful and Over Eager,

Jenna (JM) Jinks


Chapter 1

“Your wish is my command, Master.”

I snapped my fingers. The magic coursed through me, instant in its compulsion and I with no choice in the matter.

Well, not entirely, but for once, I didn’t do what I was told. I still had some choice and I chose today to demonstrate. Forty-Five had already forced me into the lamp between his wishes, regardless of how much I pleased him, so what would a little rebellion even matter?

I studied him, my eyes locked on the coal-color of his irises instead of at my feet as he expected, the white on my cheeks reflecting the flickering candlelight which surrounded us.

The moment the rice appeared, he blinked, confusion evident in every angle of his sharp features. My pulse pounded through my ears as I held my breath, waiting.

His arm lurched forward quicker than I could follow and the back of his hand cracked upon my cheek with a sickening clap.

As I fell, the flowing sleeves of my kimono sliced through the air like a koi fish shooting through water after its prey. I thudded to the floor against the thousands of bags of rice perfectly lined up against the thin paper wall.

“Is this supposed to be funny, Genie?”


Flipping to my back, my heart hammered against my chest as I shuffled away from his grasp as best as I could until my back smacked the translucent wall. The shadows of people living their lives freely outside taunted me for the few short moments before he snatched my woven, waxed hair, and dragged me to my knees.

“You knew what I wanted.”

His voice came out sharp as his sword. My scalp prickled like millions of tiny scalding needles poked my head.

I did know what he wanted—I just didn’t care. I desperately wanted to notdo what he wanted.

Master Forty-Five yanked my head further, forcing me to meet his gaze. In the dim light, his pupils shone a shade darker than his irises. Releasing his grasp, he hovered over me with flaring nostrils.

I flinched.

His lips curved to a cruel smile.

Damn the stars. Thatwas what Forty-Five wanted.

I wouldn’t back down. I was done serving men. I was done servinghim. On an inhale of breath, I hopped to my feet.

“Stupid, ignorant human.” I spat the words in his face. “You should’ve been more specific. ‘I wish for bountiful amounts of covetable items.’” I sneered him in a mockingly male voice. “What’s wrong with rice? Don’t the hungry covet rice?”

In a rage, he slammed me against the wall with his forearm against my throat. My eyes closed instinctually on impact. I clenched the silky blue fabric of the kimono between my fingers—a sensation to focus on other than the burning pain.

“Not so funny anymore, is it, Genie?”