Blurb: 

McKenzie
After my divorce, I needed a change in my life, so I moved to a new city, hoping to find myself again. For once, everything seemed to be going according to plan, until I met Jackson Price. Finding love isn’t something I’ve ever considered again, and my heart can’t withstand another heartbreak. Even if I want to let him break down my walls, I know that deep down, he might just be the one to ruin me forever.
 
Jackson
The day I met McKenzie Young is the day I knew my life would change drastically. Now, my every thought is about her, and for some reason, I can’t let her go. Even though she tries to keep me at a distance, I know for a fact that there is more to us, than she believes, and I refuse to give up on her. No matter how hard she tries to keep me away, I’m determined to make her see all the love I have to offer her.

*A Summer Risk was previously published in the Endless Summer Anthology
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Copyright © 2021 by Brie Paisley


Chapter One
McKenzie
 
Starting over is hard, and when I say hard, I really mean it. Nevertheless, I wasn’t given a choice in the matter, so I did what I had to do. A year has gone by, since my divorce, and some days, I still wake up, thinking I’m back in my old life. I wonder how things might’ve gone, if the man I once loved, hadn’t had an affair. Would we still be fighting over small, insignificant things? Would he still be making excuses, as to why we couldn’t start adding to our family? More importantly, I wonder, if he would’ve ever realized that he kept putting me last in our marriage.
It’s been an adjustment more than anything, because I’ve known my ex-husband, since we were children, but deep down, I don’t have any regrets. This new life has given me new opportunities that I forgot I wanted. My dreams are finally front and center, instead of being pushed aside, like they mean nothing.
When I moved to Santa Monica, California, I promised myself I would make the best of this horrible outcome. I gave myself time to grieve the loss of my marriage of twelve years, and even if I still hurt from the cause, I still keep moving forward. I got a job as a photographer at a local magazine, and I should be happy with my life.
But I’m not.
Something is missing, but I don’t know what it is. I don’t know why I’ve suddenly found myself longing for my old life, when I know I can’t go back.
So, I keep fighting the urge, and make every single day matter.
At least, that’s what I try to do.
Sometimes, life throws curveballs in the way for a reason.
 
*****
 
Pushing open the doors, I walk inside Santa Monica Pier’s most popular restaurant, Jackson’s Bar and Grill. As soon as I enter, I’m greeted with the chatter from the people dining in, and the delicious aromas, coming from the kitchen. The owner and head chef, Jackson Price, is the one I’m here to photograph for the magazine.
Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long, before a petite hostess greets me, and once I tell her why I’m here, she quickly ushers me towards the back of the restaurant. I assume she’s taking me to the kitchen, since the smells of the food cooking, are getting stronger with each step. I’ve always had a passion for trying new foods, and I mentally add this place to try out, when I’m off work.
And I was right about the hostess, bringing me to the kitchen. Following her inside, my mouth instantly waters, as my stomach grumbles. So much for that granola bar. Ignoring my stomach, I glance around, taking notice at how clean and organized the area seems. My guess is Jackson Price likes to run a tight ship around here.
The employees seem like they know exactly what they’re doing, and they take no mind of me, standing in the middle of the kitchen. They seem blissfully unaware that I’m even here. I take no offense, since I haven’t exactly made my presence known, and neither has the hostess.
After a few moments of standing still and waiting, I hear a deep, baritone voice, coming from behind me. The sound is like music to my ears, because it’s followed by a laugh. Turning around, my eyes widen, as I make eye contact with the man that the voice and laugh belong to. All I can do is stare at him, as my mind plays catch up.
Damn, he is handsome.
Not only am I entranced by his laugh, but his smile is what literally holds me captive. I can’t seem to look away from that dazzling grin, and I instantly wonder who he is. His brown hair is cut short, and his eyes look green from where I’m standing, but it’s his smile, that keeps me drawn to him.
When he walks towards me, I shake myself out of the daze, reminding myself to be professional. I have a job to do, so any attraction I feel, needs to be pushed aside.
“I’m Jackson Price. You must be the photographer from 401 Magazine,” he says, as he holds out a hand.
I nod, taking his hand, and trying hard to ignore how my body flushes with heat. “I’m McKenzie Young. It’s nice to meet you.”
Gazing into his eyes, I realize I was right about the color. He grins widely, as he says, “Likewise.” Dropping his hand, I swallow hard, as I still try to overlook just how attractive he is. “So, how do you want to do this?” A sly smirk crosses his face, as he adds, “I promise not to bite.”
Is he flirting with me?
Glancing away for a moment, I claim, “You’re a biter, huh? I’ll have to remember that.”
My witty comeback makes him smile, as he lets out a chuckle. Unable to help myself, I grin along with him, and then shake my head. “Are you good with getting some shots around the kitchen? I’d also like to capture some of you around the restaurant as well.”
He nods, and then I add, “Basically, just act like I’m not here, following you around with a camera.”
Feeling his gaze on me, I look up, and my breath is suddenly stuck in my throat, as I notice his heated gaze. Glancing away, as I set my camera bag down, I grab what I need to get started. The distraction does what I need, and I’m grateful for a moment of reprieve.
Once I have everything ready, I suck in a breath, and then let it out, before asking, “Ready?”
He doesn’t answer, but instead, he winks at me, and I instantly feel my face flushing. He’s definitely flirting with me. Clearing my throat, he begins to go about his day, as if I’m not here, and I find myself getting lost in the camera, capturing shots of him, as he works.
 
*****
 
Taking one last shot, I lower my camera, as I proclaim, “I think that’ll do it.” I’ve been capturing photo after photo of the very attractive Jackson Price for almost two hours. In the past two hours, I’ve had to remind myself several times to stay professional, and to just get the job done.
He sure hasn’t made it easy.
I’ve learned so much about him, as I’ve been behind the lens. That’s what I love about photography. When a person loses themselves in whatever task they’re doing, I get to see a side of them that they otherwise try and hide. Jackson is a natural, of course, but what I’ve learned, I’ve enjoyed.
He’s funny and loves to joke with his employees. Not to mention, he’s a fantastic chef, and I couldn’t help but be impressed at how he runs his kitchen. All the while, his outgoing personality came out every chance it could.
Learning more about him, during our session, just makes it that much harder to not be attracted to him.
Putting my camera away, he walks over, stopping inches away from me. He completely invades my personal space, but I realize, it doesn’t bother me. Looking up, he grins, as he asks, “You got my good side, right?”
Shaking my head, I smirk, as I claim, “Your good side is hard to miss.”
“Noticed that, did you?”
God, he’s bold. “I don’t miss much, while I’m behind the camera.”
Our gaze holds for a moment, but that moment seems to stop time. Even though we’re in a crowded area, it’s like it’s just him and I, and we’re here alone. The moment makes my heart begin to race, and I get the urge to wrap my arms around him.
Which is ridiculous.
I just met the guy, for Christ’s sake.
Breaking the connection, I glance down, and then pick up my bag, intending on leaving. There isn’t any reason for me to stay, and the thought alone makes my stomach dip. I ignore the sensation, because I tell myself I’m being ridiculous. I shouldn’t be upset that I have to leave and go back to the office.
“Stay and have some dinner on the house,” he claims, as if he knew what I was thinking.
Even if I know I should go, the temptation to have one more moment with him is too enticing to pass up.
So, I agree, and I don’t even question why I’m suddenly filled with anticipation. 

​Blurb
 
In a world full of dark, intense, and mind-blowing secrets, can love conquer all, or will the darkness consume everything in its path?
 
Worshipped:
A chance encounter.
An instant connection that can’t be denied.
Their love is strong, but can it stand against all of the dangerous secrets, racing towards them?
 
Even with all of the obstacles and doubts around us, nothing will stop me from protecting the ones I love.
 
Betrayed:
A perfect façade.
An overwhelming need to accept the twisted desire of darkness.
When nothing is as it seems, even the truth might just be a lie.
 
Even if she doesn’t want to be in my world of darkness, there’s no escaping it.
 
Redeemed:
A perfect plan.
An unrelenting craving that can’t be extinguished.
Yet, the darkness is winning, and the monster within refuses to stay locked away any longer.
 
He thinks I can save him, but in the end, he’s the only one that can redeem himself.
 

​Cover designer: Tiffany Black from T.E. Black Designs 
Cover model: Gideon Connelly 
Cover model: Ashley Kelly 
Photog: Christopher John from CJC Photography 

BLURB: 
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Clark
The second that my eyes landed on hers, I knew deep down, there was something different about her. Somehow, she’s the only one that’s been able to get through my reinforced walls that I’ve built around myself, and it terrifies me to even consider taking them down completely.
The things I’ve seen and done, no one should have to carry that burden. Even if I desperately want to rid myself of it, I just can’t let it go. Morgan Price might be the one to ultimately save me from my demons, or the very one that sends me over the edge.
 
Morgan
Tragedy and misery both come in many different forms, so I’ve dedicated my life to helping those, suffering from it. The moment I met Clark Harlow, I just knew he was the one that I had to save, no matter the cost. He’s more than his past, as well as the many demons he’s also trying to hide.
Although I understand him, unlike many others, the walls he’s built around himself stop him from fully accepting what’s right in front of him. The passion and attraction I feel, only grows each and every time we’re together, but is it enough? Am I enough to free him of his pain, or will the past come back to consume us both?
 
Trigger Warning: Clark contains scenes dealing with: PTSD, anxiety, depression, and thoughts of suicide. Please be advised and use caution before reading.

Copyright © 2021 by Brie Paisley
This excerpt is unedited and subject to change.

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​Prologue
 
Morgan
 
 
 
They say that your life can change with a blink of an eye.
When I was six-years-old, I learned that whoever made up that saying, was telling the truth. Only, in my experience, it happened with an intake of a single breath and with the single beat of my heart.

It was an instant realization that I would never be the same again.

I remember every single detail of that fateful night, unware until much later of the drunk driver’s identity, and of the man that murdered my entire family. I’ve been told to take some solace in knowing that the driver died as well, but I could never do such a thing.

It might be easier, if it weren’t the fact that I relive the accident every time I close my eyes.
My parents were coming back from picking me up from a friend’s house, because I didn’t want to stay the night. I hadn’t reached the point where I felt comfortable, staying over, so my lovely and supportive parents immediately came to my rescue, when I called.

I remember hearing my mother’s laugh, seeing my father’s smile while hearing it, and my baby brother’s squeals in the backseat beside me. We were so happy, and there wasn’t a moment that I didn’t know that I was loved. I adored my family dearly, which is another reason why I wanted to come home.

Home was safe, where I had loving, caring, and overall, wonderful parents.
But then, everything that I knew about life, suddenly changed. My happy and wonderful life was ripped from my grasp, and I’ve had to find a new way to go on without my family. It’s honestly been harder than I’d ever imagined it would, because not only did I lose my family, but I had move to another state, so that my aunt could take care of me.

When I woke in the hospital, I prayed and begged for the truth to be a lie. I didn’t want to live with my aunt Amelia in Georgia, and I most certainly didn’t want to accept the fact that I’d never see my family again.

Life was hard.

Life was too much to bear at times.

My innocent childhood could never be the same, and I didn’t exactly know how to handle the grief that I felt every single day. My aunt tried her best to help me cope, but there was always reminders to keep me from fully moving forward in my life.
For a long while, I just existed, unable to see the beauty it anymore. What was the point in living, when my family’s life was over?

Thankfully, as I grew older, I found a new way to handle my never ending pain. The only reprieve I had was being able to help others find their way out of their own pain. Seeing someone else find their happiness again, while I helped them, was unlike anything that I’ve ever felt before. It made me actually feel like I was doing something worth doing, and I finally felt like I had a purpose once more.

My wounds have yet to fully heal, but I knew I had a calling.

The second I found that purpose, I never looked back.

I can’t say that I’ll ever be cured, but helping others find peace does make my own pain easier to carry. Becoming a therapist to help those suffering from PTSD and survivor’s guilt, has shown me that I need to start living life once more, instead of drowning alone in my agony.

Which is why I’ve decided to move back home to the place I never thought I would come back to. Columbus, Mississippi may have a lot of my demons waiting for me, but I’m determined to overcome them.
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I’m ready to face my past, and then, lay it to rest.

Blurb
 
The moment that I found my mate, was the very moment, that my entire world changed.
I thought destroying The Facility, a government funded medical center, was my destiny, but now, I see that my journey is only just beginning.

I may not know exactly what the future holds for me, but I do know, that I’ll do anything to keep my mate safe. However, in doing so, I begin to show everyone around me just how powerful and dangerous I can be.

Even if I’m doing the right thing, how can I be sure that this is the right path for me to take? How do I know that I’m supposed to be their savior, when all I can do, is doubt everything around me?

In the end, my choices will either save the ones I care for, or it’ll cost me everything that I hold dear to my heart. 

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​Chapter One
Melena
 
 
Sometimes, I feel myself slipping away.
There’s a moment, when the doctor experiments on me, that I feel the darkness creeping in, and I don’t know, if I can keep stopping it from completely overtaking me.
It scares me, knowing that all of the hope I once had, is almost gone. Hope is a dangerous emotion, but it’s also one that can literally determine the outcome of my existence.
Sitting on the bed, I bring my knees to my chest, wondering if I’ll ever leave this place. I don’t even know how long I’ve been here, or how I ended up in this hell. That’s the other thing that worries me. There are pieces of my memory that have been erased, and I know another witch had to have done it. The mind is very delicate, when it comes to spells, so whoever wiped my memories, must’ve known how important they were.
I know who and what I am, and that I come from a coven. However, the details about my coven are just … gone. I don’t know who my family or friends were, or where they are now. I don’t remember anything about my past that could connect my memories with them.
Which is why, I think it’ll be easier most days to just give into the darkness that tries so very hard to suck me in. I find myself wondering how it would feel to be caressed by it, or even if I wouldn’t feel any more pain.
I’m tired, and that terrifies me.
When I first arrived at The Facility, a government funded medical clinic, I had so much fight in me. Every single day, I never gave up, and even though they tortured me, I never stopped fighting. But now, it’s hard to just wake up. It’s hard to do anything other than lay in this bed and think about the darkness.
I don’t know how I know that there’s something dark inside of me, but I do, and it has nothing to do with my memories. I can actually feel it inside of me, as if it’s lurking and waiting for me to accept it.
Shaking my head, I force myself to stop thinking about it. I fear the moment that I give into it, it’ll change me and who I am. Even as hard as my life is right now, there’s still a glimmer of hope left.
I remember as clear as day, when I saw the white-haired witch, during one of my exams. Lying on that table, with my entire body open for the scientist to study, I had this sense that someone was there, watching the entire scene play out. For some reason, I felt peace and reassurance that someone out there was looking for me. Maybe, I’ve finally lost my mind, because I know that I saw a woman.
She was small, but the power I felt coming off of her, proved that she’s more than capable of taking care of herself. Not only that, but hearing her promise that she’s coming for me, sent a surge of hopefulness throughout my entire body.
I don’t know the witch, but I believe her. There was something comforting about her, even though, I can’t explain what I saw or heard. Honestly, it’s the only thing that keeps me going, and from accepting this dark part of myself.
Looking around my small room, I realize how much I hate this place and everything that they do here. I’m also not the only one here either. They keep us locked up in these rooms, and no matter how many times I’ve tried to escape, there’s no leaving this place.
At least, not alive anyway.
The sickest part about all of this, these scientists actually think that they’re doing good here. They actually think torturing us is the right thing to do. It doesn’t matter that we’re actually living and breathing, as long as they get all of the information they seek. There have been rumors that the reason why we’re all here is because the humans are preparing for a war. However, that makes me question who exactly are they preparing to fight against? Why do they need us to experiment on, or more importantly, how did they even know of our existence?
Supernatural beings and humans have co-existed for centuries, so why are they doing this now? We’ve lived in peace for so long, because our kind stays hidden from them. What has happened to make them do these unspeakable tests on us? Turning my head to the left, I glare at the two-way mirror, knowing those sick bastards are on the other side, watching me.
Before I realize what I’m doing, a surge of electricity flows through me.
The action causes me to let out an ear-piercing scream, because it’s blocking all of my magic and causing me pain at the same time. Once I gain control over myself, I clench my jaw, hating this fucking device on my wrist. Looking down at it, I examine it for the millionth time, hoping that I’ll figure out how to take it off.
This bracelet is the only thing keeping me from using my magic and getting the hell out of here.
Every time that I use magic, this bracelet blocks it from happening. In return, it sends pulses of electricity throughout my body to stop my attack. It doesn’t discriminate at all about what kind of magic I want to use, either. I have figured out that I can use a meager amount of magic, and it won’t trigger the blocker. However, that small amount is nowhere near enough to help me escape this place.
Placing my hands in my hair, I wish there was a way to gain my freedom. I guess, the only good thing about being here is the fact that they let us congregate once a day in a type of cafeteria. It’s not like your typical cafeteria, since none of us need to eat, since we’re immortal, but we do anyway, so that we can stay strong. There are some ways to kill an immortal being, but it’s difficult to do so.
For a witch, the quickest way is to decapitate them, or take away all of their magic. Vampires are harder to destroy, because of their speed, but taking their head is a sure way to go. Another way to put down a vampire is to bleed them dry. Their main sustenance is blood, so if they’re starved, then they’ll eventually do one of two things.
The younger vamps will die a slow and agonizing death, but the older ones will just turn to stone. I’m not exactly sure why the process is different for their ages, and I also know vampires are very secretive about how to get rid of themselves.
The wolves are the easiest ones to kill, although, their strength could be a problem. They’re fiercely loyal to their packs, and they’ll do anything to protect their mates and pups. I’ve only read about wolves from my younger years, and I’m not sure why that information wasn’t wiped from my mind.
I don’t like the fact that only a part of my memories are still intact, or the fact that I remember how to kill other supernatural creatures. It makes me question why I need to know these things, and if I’m supposed to remember for a reason.
Being here in The Facility, has taught me much, since I arrived. There are so many things that I never cared to acknowledge, and now, I realize how jaded I’ve been. Not only are witches in trouble, but so is the entire supernatural world. Which is how I met Ruby, a vampire, and Ivy, who’s a succubus.
Ruby and Ivy showed up not long after I did, and it just proves what I’ve thought all along. These scientists aren’t just excluding witches. They’re going after every supernatural being that they can get their hands on.
Among us are multiple vampires and wolves, although, the wolves tend to stick with their own. It’s not surprising they stay away from me, since I’m a witch and wolves hate everything that we are. I honestly don’t know why they hate us, because of my memory wipe, but every time I’m close by a wolf, I sense nothing but hatred.
Ruby and Ivy have become my unlikely allies, and they’re the ones that have other connections in here. I’m not sure how they’ve figured out a way to use the guards to their advantage, but as long as the guards keep them safe, I might consider sparing their lives, once we’re free.
I worry a lot about Ivy though, and especially, because her gift is so rare. Succubae were supposed to be extinct, but somehow, Ivy is alive. She’s one of the strongest people that I know, even though, I’ll never tell her that. The most impressive trait about Ivy is how she can smooth talk her way out of almost anything. One of the times that I witnessed it, I was shocked and impressed. On the other hand, Ruby is shy and quiet, but I sense there’s something that she’s hiding. One of the best things about her though, is how loyal she’s become to not only Ivy, but to me as well.
Hearing the door to my room open, I snap out of my thoughts, and then stare right into the dull eyes of Dr. Edwin Stein. I watch him closely, as he slowly enters my room, and I wish I could say that I was surprised to see him.
I hate the fact that he comes to talk with me every single day.
He stands by the door for a while, but I never break eye contact with him. He’s the reason why this place is even here, because he runs it. I have no idea how he got government approval, but I do know that I have to tread carefully around him.
Since the moment I got here, he’s had this weird obsession with me and my powers. I despise him, and I suck in a harsh breath, when I feel tingles from the shocks, coming from the bracelet. Sucking in a calming breath, I will my magic to settle. Bringing myself pain isn’t the way to defeat these sick humans.
“How are you, Melena?” Trying to stay still, I push away the thought of his voice, settling over me. I refuse to engage with him, and I wish that were enough to deter him. “I hear you’re doing well with the new tests,” he states in a proud tone of voice.
As he walks closer, I take in his small form, noticing how his hair is turning white. Even the round glasses that he wears, make him seem feeble and almost sweet. However, I know the truth behind his disguise. This man is pure evil, and he’s only out to find his answers, and it doesn’t matter who’s in his way to get them.
When he sits on the edge of the bed, I move closer to the headboard, making sure to not let him touch me. “Melena, I want to be honest with you.” I stay silent, as he pushes his glasses up on his nose, and especially, as he claims, “I think you’re lying about your memories. So, unless you tell me everything that I want to know right now, then I’ll have no other choice, but to move you to a different facility. They’ll be better equipped to handle a situation such as this one.”
Before I can stop myself, I ask, “Are you threatening me?”
“I would never do such a thing,” he rushes out, and I narrow my eyes, not believing a word he’s saying. “I just want to understand you and your kind. That’s all.”
Losing my temper, I jump up, and then turn my hatred on him. “Understand us? That’s such bullshit, and we both know it. What you’re doing … it’s horrendous. You’re torturing us, and then using us as fucking lab rats for your experiments. You might want to do yourself a favor and stop lying to me, Doc.”
“Sir, do you need assistance?” A voice over the intercom interrupts, and I clench my jaw, knowing they’ve been watching us this entire time. I can never forget that someone is always watching.
Thankfully, Dr. Stein turns towards the two-way mirror, and then says, “No, stand down and wait for my order.” Crossing my arms, I shouldn’t even be a little bit grateful that he’s called off his guards.
But then again, I know what they’ll do to me, if he had given them the okay. I’ve been in that situation more than I care to count, and I don’t know, if I have the strength to endure it once more.
After a few moments of silence, Dr. Stein stands, and then gazes at me. I don’t like the way his dull, blue eyes take me in, as if he’s either in love with me or fascinated by me. Maybe, it’s both.  
The very thought sends chills down my spine.
“Melena, there will come a time that you’ll have to make a crucial choice, and I can only hope that you make the right one.”
He starts to walk back towards the door, but right before he reaches it, I ask, “What do you mean by that?”
His solemn gaze makes my stomach dip, and it’s like he already knows what’s coming. Just as he starts to answer me, the door opens, and my eyes snap to the guard, standing right outside. Dr. Stein quickly leaves the room, but the guard stays where he is for a few moments, before he slams the door shut.
Jumping at the sound, I push out a deep breath, as I try to figure out that guard’s deal. Ruby, Ivy, and I have tried to put the pieces together about him, but we’ve yet to figure it out. The guard, Wyatt, is the most interesting human here. At times, I sense that he wants to help us, but then, he also shows just how violent he can be.
He’s a mystery, and I fear that, when his true intentions rise, we all might be in more danger than we realize. 

​For centuries, the gift of foresight, among witches, has been rare. That is until I was born. My coven wanted to use my gift for their own benefit, unknowing that someone else has the exact same goal in mind. That’s why my captor took me away from my home.
 
Now that I’m free from my prison, my visions are coming in more clearly. War is coming, and I must find a way to stop it at all costs. If I fail, it’ll mean the end of not only the supernatural world, but the human one as well. Can I save the entire world from crumbling, or will we all turn to ash and dust?

​I know I’m seeing a vision the moment I realize I’m outside, smelling the fresh air. Blinking rapidly, I shield my eyes, against the sun’s bright rays, instantly realizing that I’ve had this same exact vision before.
I already know what’s coming next.
However, it still doesn’t stop me from walking around, as I try to figure out where I am. All I know is that I have a sense of feeling lost, and I’m surrounded by trees. I also know that I’ve never been here before, and I try not to panic, as fear begins to creep in.
Deciding to keep moving, I walk through the thick brush, hoping to get to safety. That’s another reason why I know I’ve had this vision before. I remember feeling the intense rush of fear and terror. I don’t know why I keep having this same vision, and I don’t know why I keep seeing this exact spot in the forest either.
As I walk into a clearing, I stop to catch my breath for a moment. My heart races, as I glance around, and then, the fear comes back. I know at any moment something awful is about to happen, and no matter how many times I’ve witnessed it, I’m not ready for it.
However, that doesn’t stop the vision from continuing on.
I can’t leave, until I’ve see everything that I’m supposed to see. 
Just as I’m about to move further into the woods, a grizzly bear spots me. At first, it’s nonthreatening, and it even moves closer to inspect me. I know not to approach a bear, but that still doesn’t stop me from slowly walking closer.
There’s something literally pulling me to the bear, and although I’m trying to fight against that pull, I can’t stop it.
Holding out my hand, I wait for the bear to smell me, and I smile, once he does so. For a moment, the wild animal simply looks at me, like I’m a friend or someone familiar. I stand as still as possible, as it takes its time, and I will my heart to stop pounding in my chest. I heard once that animals can smell your fear, and I hope that’s not true.
Letting out a sigh, I start to relax. However, the moment I drop my guard, I notice the bear’s hair on his back, starting to rise, and I know I’ve done something horrible. The bear lets out the loudest growl I’ve ever heard before, and my first instinct is to run.
Stepping back, I don’t get the chance to even turn around, before the bear slashes his claw right into my stomach. Glancing down in a daze, I grab the open wound, wondering exactly what happened to startle it.
With my hand covered in my own blood, I begin to shake, as I realize the bear is standing on its hind legs, readying up for another attack. My eyes widen, as my entire body freezes. I can’t move, breathe, or even think in that moment. All I know is I’m about to be mauled by a bear in the woods, and there’s no one around to save me from this horrific outcome.
As the bear swings his paw at me once more, I let out a scream, and then quickly drop to the ground. The wound on my stomach sends a rush of pain throughout my body, but I’m determined not to let this animal kill me. Rolling onto my belly, I use one hand to hold my wound, as I begin to crawl away. Unimaginable pain, takes my breath away, but I’m not going to die, lost in these woods.
I only make it a few inches away, before I hear a howl behind me. Looking back, my eyes widen, as I take in the scene in front of me. A reddish, brown wolf has its jaw locked tight around the bear’s throat. Shock and disbelief flow through me, because I’ve never seen such a magnificent creature.
So, I’m not surprised at all, when the bear falls to its death, after a few moments of struggling.
Falling onto my back, my eyes begin to drupe, as the pain becomes too much to bare. I know I won’t die, but I can still feel pain. It’s not something I’ve had to deal with, so I don’t even bother trying to stay awake.
The moment the wolf stands over me, I slowly reach my hand up to touch him. Suddenly, the rush of pain I feel dulls, and the sense of protectiveness replaces it. I have no clue what it means, but it’s enough for me to relax, and then, I let the blackness take over.
 
*****
 
Jerking up, I run a hand down my face, reminding myself that it was only a vision. Even if I know the vision wasn’t actually happening, I still reach down and lift my shirt, as I check for any wounds. Seeing nothing there, I push out a heavy sigh, hating how real my foresight can be.
Sometimes, I can’t tell if they’re real or not.
That’s when I feel myself losing my sense of reality.
Getting up, I pace around the basement, as I try to settle my thoughts. Every single time I have that vision, it always makes me sad that it’s not real. I don’t know why I keep seeing the wolf, or why the sense of protectiveness washes through me. It doesn’t matter that I’ve had this same exact vision for over a century now. I still can’t make sense of it.
Why do I keep having it, and why hasn’t it come to pass?
Stopping in my tracks, I look to my left, realizing my captor was down here, while I was in my vision. Clenching my hands, I hate knowing how defenseless I am, while I’m in that state. I have no way of protecting myself, which is why I need my coven. If I’m in a vision with an enemy around, they could easily kill me, and I would never know it. 
Walking over to the tray of food on the stairs, I pick it up, and then throw it as hard as I can at the basement door. It flies back, once it hits the protection spell, keeping me locked down here. Watching it bounce down the stairs, rage and frustration rushes through me, and it almost overwhelms me.
As I begin to shake with anger, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, I know I need to let it out. I can’t keep holding it in, because if I do, I’ll end up drowning in it. So, I do the only thing I know to do.
I scream as loud as I can.
 
 

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​Chapter One
 
Five years before…
 
 
 
My heart pounds loudly in my chest, as I wait.

Thump.
Thump.
Thump.

It’s actually a soothing feeling, and the beat is strong, but yet, erratic. With each thump, I feel a rush of adrenaline pulsing through me, preparing me for what I’m about to do.

Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Breathe.

Letting a rush of air out of my mouth, I inhale, filling my lungs with the precious air I need to calm myself. I should be nervous, or even terrified of what I’m about to do. Instead, I feel as if I’m riding a high and can’t seem to come down. My body feels electrified, but also, like I’m on edge. It’s the thrill. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I haven’t even done what I’m getting paid to do yet.

The lights hit my back, and I hear the song begin to play. With my back towards the crowd of high-class men, I slowly raise my left hand, and then run it down the gold pole beside me. “Often” by The Weeknd blares through the speakers, as I grip the pole. Walking around, as I keep my hold, I relish hearing those men, calling out to me. My veins fill with another rush of adrenaline, and I grin widely, as it flows throughout my entire body. The pleasure is shocking, but also, so addictive. It’s knowing all of their eyes are on me, calling out to me, and wanting me, even though they can’t touch me.

It makes me feel powerful.
It makes me feel desired.

Most of all, it makes me feel something that I’ve been searching for continually, for a very long time. These high-class men have no idea they’re feeding my inner most need just by being here. It’s something I crave. I want to feel alive, and I also want to feel this slow burn, flowing through me all the time.

God, who would’ve thought that becoming a stripper would be the very thing I needed to fill the void.

Facing the crowd, I let go of the pole, as I flip my hair. Bending at the waist, I move my hips to the beat of the song, loving how with every small move, they yell for more. So, I give them exactly what they want, as I reach behind me and unzip the tight corset. I don’t do it quickly either, because where is the fun in that? No, I do it slowly teasing them, while making sure to keep moving around the stage. Once I’m finished unzipping the corset, I let it fall, and then kick it to the side of the stage. Running both hands up my sides, I bite my lip, as I reach my breasts. Another rush quickly fills me, as I cup myself for my new admirers, even if it’s just through my bra.

I turn, giving them my back, as I reach the pole once more. Grabbing onto it with both hands, I bend at my waist. Grinding my hips, I slowly make my way down to the floor. After all the years of my mother forcing me to take dance lessons, they’re finally paying off.

Although, it’s not in the way that she wanted.

Turning around, I sit with my legs open, giving the men the show that they’ve been waiting on. I have no shame, as I run my right hand down my chest, and then in-between my breasts. Only then do I stop, as I reach my aching core. Dancing for all these strangers, has turned me on, and I don’t want to stop. As I touch myself, through my thin panties, I rotate my hips, while placing a finger in my mouth with my other hand. Letting my head fall back, I get lost in the lust and desire, flowing through me.

It’s hard to stop.
It’s hard to focus
It’s extremely hard to get up and continue.

I’m so hot and wet that I wouldn’t care, if I fucked myself up here on this stage. I don’t care either that all these strangers would see it. In fact, just thinking about them watching me come undone, makes my pussy clench with such force, that I have to suck in a deep breath.

As I push out the same breath, I work the pole, making sure to push down my need for sex, but it’s a part of the gig. It’s also another reason why I accepted this job from Viktor Matvei. I’m sure he has no idea just how badly I need this. At least, not in the way he thinks.

Using all my strength, I pull myself up on the pole and swing around. Using my legs, I grip the pole, letting myself fall back, as I reach behind me once more, unclasping my bra. As I bare myself to the clients, even more catcalls sound, and I hear them perfectly. I don’t hear the music pounding, or my heart thumping in my ears.
It’s just them calling out to me.

Fuck. Me.
That rush.
The satisfaction alone is almost my undoing.

Even knowing all of this, I don’t try to stop myself from becoming addicted to it. I let it happen, because I want to experience this sense of euphoria again.

And again.

This sensation I’m getting just from dancing is quickly becoming an addiction I don’t want to shake.
 
*****
 
Walking down the hall, I glance at each of the rooms, wondering when I’ll get the chance to use one for the first time. Each room is specifically for clients that want a private dance. The rooms also have their own sound system, a recliner, and a dance pole. I never thought I would be working here, but so far, I’m loving it. The dark vibe of the place makes me feel at home, as if it’s welcoming me with open arms. Using my fingertips, I touch the black and red walls, as I make my way towards Viktor’s office. With each step, my heels click on the gray tile, and as I get closer to his office door, I realize it’s painted in a deep green color.

Stilling myself, as I reach his office, I take a deep breath, reminding myself not to be nervous. For some reason, Viktor is taking a chance on me. I’m not sure, if he realized how desperate I was for work, or if he just likes offering women jobs. Either way, I’m just grateful for a chance to be me. However, it’s hard to push down the nerves, knowing how intimidating Viktor can be.

When I raise my hand to knock on the door, I stop midair, tilting my head to the side, as I hear two men speaking. I have no idea what they’re saying, since it sounds like Russian. But with the deep tones, and how they seem to be arguing, I wonder, if I should just come back later. Thinking that would be the best option, I turn to leave, but before I fully turn around, the door opens.

“Holy mother of God,” I say out loud, and once I realize I’ve spoken so he can hear me, I quickly shut my mouth.

“You’re the new girl,” he states, as if he knows something I don’t.

The man, standing before me, is not Viktor, but they do favor, as if they’re related. Both men have jet black hair, but his eyes are the deepest color of green I’ve ever seen. They pull me in, seeming to hold onto me with some invisible grip. His nose is straight, and his jaw is hard and clenching. His shoulders are broad, and I bet my entire night’s pay that his muscles are just as impressive. As my eyes make their way down to his perfectly shined shoes, I slowly start to look up, noticing how tall he is compared to me. Even in heels, he towers over me, and I feel small next to him. As my gaze makes it back to his, I instantly get the sensation to look away.
 
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer,” he says harshly. Unable to help myself, I shiver, as an unexpected rush begins to flow through me. Just hearing that commanding voice, makes my body feel, as if I’m flying. I thought stripping set my body on fire tonight, but I was wrong.

It’s his voice.
That harsh tone makes me feel so much excitement, then taking my clothes off for strangers did. I don’t even know his name, but I realize I want to get to know more than that. Gazing up at him, my body seems frozen. It’s like I’m waiting for … something from him, but I have no clue what it is, or why I’m acting like this. What’s more alarming is the fact that his deep green gaze has yet to leave mine.

“Viktor, I think your new girl is broken,” he calls out, and I finally snap out of whatever trance he put me in.  

Before I can correct him, Viktor comes out of his office and stands beside him. “Trixie, are you alright?”

Clearing my throat, I answer, “Yes. Of course, I’m fine.”

Glancing between them, I realize that Viktor is maybe an inch taller than the mystery man, but the similarities between them are uncanny. They have to be related.
“Good. I won’t keep you long. I want you to meet my business partner, Sebastian.”

Sebastian.

His name rolls around in my head, and I have to force myself not to think of him and I together. If he’s Viktor’s business partner, then that means he’s my boss.

Which means, that he’s completely and totally off limits.

“I’m also your younger brother,” Sebastian snaps.

Viktor’s jaw clenches, as his nose flares. It all makes sense now with the sibling rivalry and all. “I’ve got to get going,” Viktor claims, and then turns to his brother. “Show her the VIP room. She’s already been requested for the party tomorrow night.”

Frowning, I ask, “What’s the VIP room?”

“Sebastian will fill you in. Great job tonight, Trixie.”

I’m still frowning, as Viktor walks away, leaving Sebastian and I alone. “Come with me,” Sebastian barks out, and I startle. It isn’t because he scared me.

No.
It’s because my body instantly wants to obey him.

Given no other choice, I follow behind him, as we walk up the stairs, sitting to the left of Viktor’s office. Margo, the club manager, showed me around some earlier, but she didn’t have time to properly show me this room. Carefully walking up the stairs, I make sure to keep my eyes on the ground, instead of ogling the handsome man in front of me. I’ll admit, I do glance once at his ass, before reminding myself how I can’t have him. One would think that would be incentive enough for me to stop having to remind myself not to look at him, but no. If anything, it makes me want him even more.

However, I need this job, so I’ll keep my hands to myself.

Well, for now anyway.

If it wasn’t for my stuck-up mother, I wouldn’t even have to think about working. My father is well known in this state for his expert skills with accounting, and I grew up never having to worry about money. However, all that changed, when my mother gave me an ultimatum, during my second year of college. So, I decided right then and there that I didn’t need her or my father’s money. To this day, I’m still nothing but a prized cow for her to show off anyway.

“This is the VIP room,” Sebastian says, and I almost miss the last step, as he turns on the lights. My eyes widen, as I take in the huge room. It’s an exact replica of the main room downstairs, only there is one stage here. It still dominates the room, and I smile, knowing I’ll be up there soon. “Only a select-clientele book this room, since it’s charged per hour, plus an additional five grand.” Meaning, only the high rollers want this room. “It’s mostly used for larger parties.”

Still taking in the room, I notice the huge sectional, sitting in front of the stage. There are tables and chairs spread out, and there is even a fully functioning bar. Thinking about how large the groups must be to book this room, I ask, “One girl handles all of this?”
“No. The larger the group is, the more girls that we require to entertain the clients.”
“Makes sense.” Turning towards him, I have to open my mouth to suck in air. Fuck. He’s to goddamn good looking. Shaking myself out of his trance, I ask, “What other requirements are there, other than having the cash?”

“They have to be approved by me.” He says, as he places both of his hands in his front pockets. How am I just now realizing what he’s wearing? It must be because I was so shocked by how my body reacted to him. Either that, or how entranced I seem to be around him. The black suit makes him seem more refined and professional, and quite honestly, I really like what I’m seeing.

His eyes narrow at me, and I quickly avert my gaze. “So, you’re the person that runs the VIP room, and then who books them, right?”

“Yes. This is my part of helping run the club, and Viktor handles everything else.”
Keeping my eyes on the wall on the right, I ask, “How long have you worked here?”

After a few moments pass, I slowly look back at him, wondering why he’s ignoring my question. Once my eyes meet those intense green ones, I swallow, feeling my stomach clench with an ache I’ve never felt before. His eyes have me locked down, as if I can’t move without permission. It’s sort of freeing actually, but it shocks me more than anything.

No one, not even one single man that I’ve ever been with, has ever made me act like this before.

Gazing at Sebastian, it makes me want to get on my knees and tell him to do whatever he wants with me. Especially, as he takes a hand out of the pocket of his suit, touching his lip. Fuck, those lips. I never thought a man’s lips could be beautiful, but now, I digress.

I wish I had his lips on mine.
All over my body would be nice, too.

Before I realize what’s going on, he walks over to me, and I begin to pant, as he comes closer. What’s happening here? Can he feel this sudden attraction, too? The look in his eyes tells me that, yes, he can. God, those green eyes shine back at me with lust, want, and need.

Fuck.
I want to fill that need.
I want to give him every single thing he wants.

As he reaches me, I can’t take it anymore. I glance down, unable to hold his gaze any longer. It’s like something inside of me is telling me to look away, and the vibe he’s giving me lets me know that I made the right choice. Honestly, I’m not sure what is going on here, but I sense something in him that I crave.

Like a moth to a flame, I want him to burn me. I want him to do every single thing my mind has ever dreamed about.

When his fingers touch my chin, lifting it to look up at him, I’m helpless not to follow the silent command. Meeting his gaze, my entire body breaks out in goosebumps. A rush of adrenaline flows through me, making me feel as if I’m suddenly warm all over. My stomach clenches with want and need, as my pussy is suddenly soaking wet and ready for him.

All. With. One. Look.

His gaze holds mine for a moment, before I notice his jaw clenching. “Go home, Trixie.” Frowning, I start to ask why, but he quickly cuts me off. “Go. Home. Now.”

My body jerks, as if someone electrocuted me, but I do as I’m told.
I turn, and then I quickly leave.
​
I do exactly what he commanded of me, and I don’t even wonder why I did it, until I make it to my apartment.