“Because it’s the truth,” Adrian answered for me. I stared at him slack-jawed. He believed me? And he was still here?
“It explains everything—Drake, ‘Eddie,’ Declan’s and Elias’s weird reoccurring, and eerily similar, dreams. Everything except Jeff. I don’t understand how he was able to overcome your abilities.”
“He has the power of hypnosis, and he spent nearly a year ‘honing’ my abilities to suit his purposes.”
“Mind control? Hypnosis?” Declan crossed his arms over his chest. “This is absurd.”
“Show them,” Adrian said.
“Okay.” I sucked in a deep breath, trying to think of something Adrian would never consider doing under normal circumstances. I put some space between us then said, “Adrian, kiss Elias.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Absolutely not. The only lips I want touching mine are yours.” I bit back a smile at his remark.
“I knew you were joking,” Declan said. “Trying to use an FBI man to run a con. Clever.”
I shook my head and walked over to Adrian, placing my hands on his chest. Peering up into his eyes, I hoped he could feel the regret, the apology, the love pouring out of me. When his arms relaxed and his eyes glazed over, I knew my powers had taken hold.
“Whoa,” Declan breathed, clearly noticing the change.
“Adrian, kiss Elias,” I said again.
Adrian smiled and turned to Elias, intent on kissing him. Elias nearly tripped over the couch in an attempt to back away, and Adrian appeared ready to tackle him if that’s what it took to obey my command.
“Adrian,” I said, gaining his attention once more. I walked over to him and placed my hand on his arm. “Never mind.”
“Okay.” He gave me a dopey smile, and I removed my hand to sever the connection. It took a moment for him to return to normal, and the others watched in stunned silence.
Adrian shook his head. “Whoa, that was—”
“So fucking amazing,” Declan finished with an awed expression, and Adrian nodded.
“Our girlfriend is such a badass,” Elias chimed in.
“Girlfriend?” I asked, surprised they hadn’t fled.
“Yeah, is that okay with you?” He gave me a sheepish grin.
“I rather like the sound of it.” I grinned. “Seriously though, you’re not even a little freaked out by my abilities?”
Elias pressed his lips to mine. “It’s sexy. You’re like the heroes in comics, but better.” I should have expected Elias to draw such a comparison, and it made me feel like I could conquer the world.
I wanted to revel in their acceptance, but there were things they needed to understand. “I’ve become more adept at controlling my powers, but I’m still learning. I promise not to intentionally engage them against you, but the more we touch, the more…intimate we are, the harder they are to control.”
“I’m more than willing to experiment, if you are,” Adrian said, and the others readily agreed.
“As long as you promise never to make any of us kiss each other again,” Elias added.
I pouted. “Are you sure? Because I thought it was pretty hot.”
“We’re sure,” the three of them said in unison, and I laughed, my heart ready to burst.
Declan was the first to speak again. “But if you need help or want to seek an expert to train you, that’s okay too. Whatever you need, Kati. We’re here for you.”
His support meant the world to me. “Thank you.” I pressed my lips to his.
“Now,” he said, draping an arm over my shoulder. “It’s a good thing you already packed because the movers will arrive tomorrow at nine. If you leave your suitcase in the corner, they’ll carry it up to the new place.”
“New place?”
I was still trying to wrap my head around the idea that they wanted to date me. Me. The girl with the ability to control minds.
“A few weeks ago, before my lease was up, I spoke with the building manager about securing a larger unit. One with four bedrooms.”
“Four bedrooms?” I repeated, wondering if I’d lost my ability to reason. What was I missing?
“Well, I sure as hell don’t plan on bunking with Elias or Adrian, and we figured you’d want your own room.”
“We’re—”
“Moving in together,” Adrian finished with a smirk. “That is, if you want to.”
I thought about it for a minute. It was a big step, but I was ready. We were ready.
“There’s nothing I’d love more,” I said with a huge smile on my face. “Just let me know what my share of the rent is.”
“The three of us discussed it and have come to what we believe is a fair arrangement,” Declan said with all seriousness. “You owe each of us one meal every week.”
“Done.” I extended my hand to shake on it, but he pulled me into his arms. Elias and Adrian closed in, surrounding me with love.
A few months ago, I’d felt powerless and completely out of control. I viewed my abilities as a curse, convinced they had doomed me to a life of loneliness. Adrian, Elias, and Declan proved me wrong, empowering me with their love and acceptance.
So much of my life had been focused on control, but it was only when I surrendered my heart to these three incredible men that I was finally able to secure my happiness.
The End.
Or, is it the beginning?
Coming Winter 2018
Time of Enchantment
Julia Clarke
Ana Marea is disenchanted.
By men.
By the promise of love.
By the illusion of forever.
Ana may have the brilliant mind of a scientist, but she’s a romantic at heart. Endowed with the ability to enchant objects, she can’t seem to spark the same magic in her love life. And after a string of failed relationships, she worries she’ll never get her chance at a happily ever after.
Could the answer lie with a wolf shifter, a genetics professor, and two men from the past? Or when time runs out and the spell breaks, will Ana’s heart shatter with it?
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Julia Clarke writes about smart, sassy women with a strong sense of self and the drool-worthy men who can’t resist them. Forbidden love and romance that defies expectations are her favorite stories to read and write about.
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Hell’s Calling
Infernal Descent Book One
Bea Paige & Skye MacKinnon
Hell’s Calling
Infernal Descent Book One
She never meant to sell her soul… least of all to Lucifer.
The devil has taken her sister. Now she's going to bring her back. Luckily, she's not alone.
An angel with a dark past. A wolf with anger issues. A hellhound who's actually quite cuddly.
Yes, this is a journey into hell. Grab your tissues and snacks for this will be a rollercoaster into darkness.
A reverse harem based on Dante's Inferno, but with a kickass heroine instead of a lovesick old poet.
To Dante: You're a genius. Sorry for calling you a lovesick old poet in the blurb.
Prologue
The devil is supposed to have horns and a tail, not look like a hot guy in a tight-fitting suit. His eyes should have given it away, but I wasn’t looking at them. I was looking at the floor because I was ashamed to even be in that office. It’s a place where only a certain type of person comes. The ones who don’t have anything to lose.
But of course it didn’t work out. Life isn’t fair. How was I supposed to know that he wasn't human? That he was out
for my soul?
In desperation, people do a lot of crazy things. Like me. I’m desperate, and I have been for a long time. Being poor does that to you. And if the choice is between feeding my baby sister and doing something stupid, I’ll always do the latter.
“You signed the contract,” the bulky man in front of me repeats, staring me down. I don’t budge. I’m all that stands between him and Tris, and he’s getting nowhere near her. Our home isn’t much, a simple room in a shelter containing nothing but a wobbly wardrobe and a bunk bed, but it’s our sanctuary. This man is threatening it and I’m not letting him get away with it, even though he’s three times as wide as me.
He sighs deeply and points his stubby finger on the paper, showing where I signed. My signature is wiggly; it’s obvious how much I didn’t actually want to sign the contract. But I did, and now he’s here to collect.
“I’m needed here. Please go,” I say in my most determined voice. There’s a slight shake to it, but I’m hoping the man won’t notice.
“You signed the contract,” he replies, for the fourth or fifth time.
“Yes, and I didn’t know you’d be coming so soon. He told me it would be decades. Long enough for my sister to grow up.”
He stabs his finger on the parchment again.
“It doesn’t say when on here. He calls, you come. That’s what the contract says.”
"But I can't!"
"You signed, you come." His face is as dispassionate as always. I wonder if Luke chooses his goons to be expressionless as well as brainless.
"I've done everything he's asked of me! Surely he needs me here? I can't leave, I just can't."
Of course, Tris chooses that moment to start crying. It must be one of her nightmares. I cringe as the man's eyes flick to the room behind me.
"You've got a kid?" he asks, this time almost showing a trace of interest in his dark eyes.
"Sister," I say through clenched teeth, my fingers gripping the doorframe hard enough to turn my knuckles white. I'm tempted to run inside and grab my knife, but I know he'd probably catch me before I could get it out of my bag. Usually, the knife stays under my pillow when I'm home, but I haven’t had time to unpack my things yet.
Wouldn't it be ironic if I killed Luke's goon with the knife the devil himself gave me? I've not killed before, he would be the first. But my sister is here with me, and I'm not going to endanger her in any way. She's the reason I'm doing all this. If she woke up and saw me, the real me... no, that cannot happen. To her, I'm still the old Ciera, the caring older sister who never did anything wrong. Someone to look up to. No, I'm definitely no role model anymore. I've done terrible things to survive, most of them in Luke's employ. I did them because I thought it would keep him from calling in his final favour.
"Say your goodbyes," the man tells me and I glare at him defiantly.
"I'm not going to say goodbye. She's three, how is she supposed to survive without me?!"
"Not my problem. You signed the contract."
"Tell him I'll do other things. I'll do twice as many missions as it says on there."
I know how pathetic I sound, but I have to try and get out of this. It's not as if I didn't read the small print, I just believed in what Luke told me more. I believed that I had time, because that's what he said. But he lied. Figures, he's the devil.
"He wants you now. No more arguing. Say goodbye or not, I don't care. We're leaving."
He grabs my arm and turns to leave, expecting me to follow him like a good little girl. As if.
I kick him from behind, my foot hitting the back of his knee. He grunts but doesn't let go of my arm, on the contrary, he begins to grip it painfully hard.
"Let go," I groan in pain and anger. If only I had my knife here, or one of my other weapons, but the knife’s in my bag and I keep the others locked up, out of Tris's reach. Sharp things aren't good for a three-year-old to play with.
"Stop struggling."
He drags me along the corridor, ignoring the kicks I'm giving his legs.
"HELP!" I shout, hoping that the shelter isn't abandoned like it usually is during the day. My sister and I are the only ones allowed to stay, the others have to queue each night in the hope to get a bed.
"Nobody here," he chuckles. "Nobody here to save you."
That makes me struggle even more. My sister is crying again, her voice getting ever more quiet as he drags me further away from her.
No, he's not going to take me. Tris needs me.
Without thinking, I rip the long wooden needle that's holding my curls in place out of my hair and slam it into his back. It splinters and pain floods my hand. It didn't work. Either his clothes are too thick or he's wearing some kind of protective vest underneath. The only thing I've achieved is pissing him off.
He roars and slams me against the wall behind me. It knocks the wind out of my lungs and I sink to the floor, wincing. He leans down to me, his almost black eyes wide with anger.
"You should have read the small print," he whispers before something hard knocks against my forehead and everything goes dark.
1
A gentle touch presses against my forehead bringing me back into the present.
“Ciera, child, are you okay?”
My eyes flutter open at the sound of a familiar voice that echoes around my brain.
Peering down at me is Noella, another regular at the shelter. Her kind brown eyes are surrounded by wrinkles, deepened further by her fear that I might be hurt. I sit up abruptly, forcing Noella back. She wobbles slightly on arthritic ankles and I catch her elbow, supporting her so she doesn’t fall backwards, but she stumbles and falls to the ground.
“Where’s Tris?” I ask, clambering to my feet. I ignore the woozy feeling and the urge to throw up what little breakfast I had this morning. The usual dim lights in the hallway are too bright suddenly and black spots pinprick my vision as I steady myself against the wall. I take a deep breath, forcing away another looming blackout.
Noella doesn’t answer me straight away. Instead she holds her hand up, requesting my help back to her feet. I clutch at her hand, pulling her upwards. She is tiny, bent with age, poverty and a hard life lived on the streets. I see my future in her.
“He left this…” Noella says, her bent fingers unfurling painfully. In her hand is a piece of parchment. I see Luke’s insignia before anything else. The number 666, coiled around it is a snake that is eating its own tail.
“I’m sorry, Ciera. There was nothing I could do.”
I snatch the parchment from her hand, ignoring her look of sorrow, and read. With every word, my heart shatters. This time I cannot prevent the nausea from rising up my throat. My stomach empties on the floor.
“This can’t be real. I’m still dreaming. I have to be,” I say, wiping a shaking hand over my mouth.
Noella shakes her head. “I’m sorry. She’s gone.”
A scream of rage rips from my mouth. I twirl on my feet and run back into our room.
“Tris, TRIS! Where are you?” I run to our bed, pulling the sheet from the bottom bunk where she sleeps. All that’s left behind is her teddy; a small dog-eared brown bear I found in a dumpster when she was two. It’s the only toy she’s ever had and she doesn’t go anywhere without it. I pick it up and clutch it against my chest, burying my face into it to draw in her smell. Inside, my heart shatters that little bit more.
Noella rests her hand on my arm and squeezes gently. “You made a deal, didn’t you?”
I turn slowly to face her, my head bowed, ashamed. “I did it to keep her safe. I did it for Tris. He lied. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It was supposed to me. Not her.”
Noella’s warm fingers lift my chin. I blink back the tears, they won’t help me or Tris now.
“I know, child. I know what this has cost you. What it will cost you…”
“I have to find her. Bring her home. I will take her place. She’s only three, Noella. She’ll be so frightened. What have I done?”
; Noella considers me a moment, her dark eyes assessing mine. I feel uncomfortable under her gaze. After a beat she speaks.
“There is a way,” she says, her hand dropping from my chin. I snatch at it, squeezing it hard. She winces, but I don’t let go.
“Tell me.”
Noella remains quiet, her crinkled mouth pursed shut now.
“Tell me, Noella, or so help me…” I threaten, squeezing her hand harder. A few months ago I would never have dreamed of hurting anyone, especially someone old and frail like Noella, someone kind. I have changed. I have done things that would turn even the kindest, most forgiving person against me. I’m not a good person. Noella knows it. My eyes flick to the rucksack containing my knife, Luke’s knife actually, given it’s really his.
“There’s no need for violence, Ciera. I want to help you. I want to help your sister. I shall tell you what you need to know. But this won’t be easy. You will need help, and there is only one person I know of who can help you now.”
“Tell me,” I repeat, more gently this time. I let go of Noella’s hand and she draws it to her chest, rubbing it gently.
“You must find the light within the Dark Woods, only then will you be able to enter the place which only the damned can walk.”
My eyebrows pull together in confusion. Light within the Dark Woods? What is she talking about?
“Where are these woods you speak of? What light do you mean? Noella, I don’t have time for riddles. Just tell me how I can help my sister!” I can’t help but shout, fear making me scared, making me panic. Knowing how frightened Tris must be makes my own fear a thousand times worse. She doesn’t even have her teddy. I force away the debilitating thoughts. I must be strong. I must find her.
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