Episode One

Welcome to the first episode of my Kindle Vella dark paranormal romance. I’m going to be scripting these blog posts a little differently because one I love dark romance of any kind.

So, officially Welcome to the world of Elle and Rain. Rain is a male shifter wolf who has recently been thrust into power as his packs new alpha. He has a dark past and over half his pack is challenging him and don’t believe he is fit to be alpha of his pack. There are rumors that a war is brewing between his pack and another’s and the last thing he needs is a distraction of finding his one true mate. But the fates have other ideas in mind for him.

Elle is a girl just trying to keep her head above water. She’s living with her toxic mother and is counting down the days until she can finally strike out on her own with her tarot business and getting her own place. Her problem money.. She needs money fast with a looming eviction notice staring at her. Elle feels the mate pull and is excited to begin to understand it. But Rain wants nothing but for Elle to stay out of danger and go away. But, when Elle’s spirit guides warn her of impending danger for Rains packs and a protentional new romance for them both, can Rain find it in him to keep staying away from her?

Elle POV 

Elle woke up to a blaring alarm clock in her room, the sun was so bright against her all white bedroom. 

Ugh, she moaned, it couldn’t be time to get up already. Noooo. 

But, here it was time to get up already. 

As she slung her small frame out of the bed tossing the purple comforter over the mattress, 

she could here her mother cooking in the kitchen. 

Great Elle thought. She’s home.

 Elle heard her mother stumbling around again in the kitchen trying her best to make breakfast.

As Elle walked down the hallway with it’s peeling yellow paint on the walls, a tightness burned in her throat. Readying herself for the confrontation that was coming her way. 

        “oh you’re home.” Ann spat out.

like, Elle was her roommate instead of her daughter. 

You know our rent is due in a couple days. I’m looking a little short on my half.

         “you’re always a little short.”

I shoot back. 

It’s petty as fuck. 

I can feel the burn in my throat as I spit her attitude back out at her.

I hate how she makes me feel small sometimes, like her world is dependent on mine for survival.

 You’d think it was she was the daughter sometimes instead of me.

She stills, looking at me with rage in her eyes, as she’s scrambling eggs over the stove.

Taking a steady breath before we go into all out war, I make my way through the rest of the house trying to find clothes to wear.

I know how I can make some extra money tonight.

The strip will be packed it’s Friday in Vegas, and people will be out, drinking, gambling, hot and ready to know what their future will hold. The Vegas strip was just 20 minutes from her hometown of Blackwater Heights.

  If, I had any sense at all I’d leave my mother and find a place down there, so I could be free and independent of her. I make sure I’m dressed in all black, with a low cut tight fitted shirt on. Showing off my best assets.

If people are busy looking at the girls, they aren’t busy watching me as I read tarot cards for them.

I hate it when people notice the little tic I have in my neck, as I feel the familiar wave of energy come over me once I shuffle the cards.

As I let the voices come in.

But that is my secret weapon. No one knows, that sometimes, sometimes the voices are right, that sometimes what the cards show me come true.

Grabbing my trusted Rider Waite deck, I had out the door and down to the Vegas Strip, hopefully I’ll have enough rent money, or enough money to move away from my horrible mother and strike out on my own.

The heat as always was unable as Elle set up her table and decks and candles. But,I love it here on the strip, the excitement, and buzz of everyone. 

My spot is right next to the strip club called Midnight’s Girls. Max, the owner has always been nice to me. He looks out for me when I have clients that try and get a little handsy. Or mistake me for a stripper.  The night began to flow in and out as some of my regulars would come by my table asking the same questions, ” Will I get good tips tonight?” “Will I find love?” “Is he or she cheating on me?” 

Those are my favorite questions, because they are almost always YES. 

But, I always have tissues and a little hidden flask of Jack, just in case it’s an emotional ending. 

As I look down at my tip jar I notice I’ve actually made quite a bit tonight and as I’m counting I look up to see the most gorgeous man traveling with what can be  only what described as a pack of other equally mouth watering looking men. 

All Tall and beautiful, but they seemed to be following the one in front, all of them seemed to almost walk behind him.  This greek god is the most gorgeous out of all of them. Just that one thought makes the heat in my skin set on fire. My heart seems to be beating faster. 

Get ahold of yourself woman! 

I chide myself. 

 He is tall, tattooed from his arms, to his neck and god knows where else, but I can only imagine. He has this beautiful olive skin and dark hair with these eyes. 

The eyes are what initially did it for me. Not quite blue but not quite green either. For a second our eyes meet and just that one second I think I see a flash of dark blue hit his eyes, the feeling that comes over me is bizarre. I can’t place it, as I’ve never felt anything like this energy coming off of any other man before. It is also a look that make my panties want to melt off of my body as I feel heat rising all over me. 

        “Clam down girl”, I try and whisper to myself. 

But, then again most men don’t know my little secret. My sensitivity to others energies. 

 The wind does a little whoosh around me. My candles flame flickers, and I hear my small spirits guides voice whisper “Not human”. 

All of this is a lot happening at fucking once. I feel hot, bothered, and overwhelmed. As a sickening feeling takes hold of me, I finally realize I’m staring with my damn mouth open. 

If, they are not human what ARE They exactly? 

Oh, fuck. I’m fucking drooling. great. Oh, my fuck.

 He has definitely noticed me staring at him. 

Everyone in his little pack of friends have noticed I’m drooling. 

Let me just die of embarrassment now please. But, maybe they don’t seem to notice me. They walk past me and to the doors of Midnight. Briefly, the greek god at the front looks at me, I could almost swear he looks like he could either eat me in a way that makes my insides want to melt or he wants to murder me. 

His vibes don’t scream hugely attracted. 

As the mouth watering group of men head to the door Max greets them. 

Max who is wearing all black skinny jeans and a black top his usual look, big and broad shoulders with a nose ring and black painted fingernails is the owner. Steps out with beers in hand, smoking.

 “My boys, I’m so happy you could make your way out of the woods to see me.” 

The greek god and Max hug, and they walk in. Before Max goes inside he comes next to me and lends in. 

“How’s it going tonight Elle?” 

“Better than I thought.”

 I say, with a sheepish smile as I hold up my tip jar. I know I’m as red as a fucking tomato, and Max seems to know why. 

With a wink, Max says, “They are harmless to humans.” With that  Max leaves me to the line that is starting to form at my table. As the night goes I I continue pulling cards for myself. But the lovers card of the tarot seems to haunt all of my readings moving forward. 

I begin to realize its for me. Could this mysterious mountain of a tattooed god be for me? 

Elle woke up to a blaring alarm clock in her room, the sun was so bright against her all white bedroom. 

Ugh, she moaned, it couldn’t be time to get up already. Noooo. 

But, here it was time to get up already. 

As she slung her small frame out of the bed tossing the purple comforter over the mattress, 

she could here her mother cooking in the kitchen. 

Great Elle thought. She’s home.

 Elle heard her mother stumbling around again in the kitchen trying her best to make breakfast.

As Elle walked down the hallway with it’s peeling yellow paint on the walls, a tightness burned in her throat. Readying herself for the confrontation that was coming her way. 

        “oh you’re home.” Ann spat out.

like, Elle was her roommate instead of her daughter. 

You know our rent is due in a couple days. I’m looking a little short on my half.

         “you’re always a little short.”

I shoot back. 

It’s petty as fuck. 

I can feel the burn in my throat as I spit her attitude back out at her.

I hate how she makes me feel small sometimes, like her world is dependent on mine for survival.

 You’d think it was she was the daughter sometimes instead of me.

She stills, looking at me with rage in her eyes, as she’s scrambling eggs over the stove.

Taking a steady breath before we go into all out war, I make my way through the rest of the house trying to find clothes to wear.

I know how I can make some extra money tonight.

The strip will be packed it’s Friday in Vegas, and people will be out, drinking, gambling, hot and ready to know what their future will hold. The Vegas strip was just 20 minutes from her hometown of Blackwater Heights.

  If, I had any sense at all I’d leave my mother and find a place down there, so I could be free and independent of her. I make sure I’m dressed in all black, with a low cut tight fitted shirt on. Showing off my best assets.

If people are busy looking at the girls, they aren’t busy watching me as I read tarot cards for them.

I hate it when people notice the little tic I have in my neck, as I feel the familiar wave of energy come over me once I shuffle the cards.

As I let the voices come in.

But that is my secret weapon. No one knows, that sometimes, sometimes the voices are right, that sometimes what the cards show me come true.

Grabbing my trusted Rider Waite deck, I had out the door and down to the Vegas Strip, hopefully I’ll have enough rent money, or enough money to move away from my horrible mother and strike out on my own.

The heat as always was unable as Elle set up her table and decks and candles. But,I love it here on the strip, the excitement, and buzz of everyone. 

My spot is right next to the strip club called Midnight’s Girls. Max, the owner has always been nice to me. He looks out for me when I have clients that try and get a little handsy. Or mistake me for a stripper.  The night began to flow in and out as some of my regulars would come by my table asking the same questions, ” Will I get good tips tonight?” “Will I find love?” “Is he or she cheating on me?” 

Those are my favorite questions, because they are almost always YES. 

But, I always have tissues and a little hidden flask of Jack, just in case it’s an emotional ending. 

As I look down at my tip jar I notice I’ve actually made quite a bit tonight and as I’m counting I look up to see the most gorgeous man traveling with what can be  only what described as a pack of other equally mouth watering looking men. 

All Tall and beautiful, but they seemed to be following the one in front, all of them seemed to almost walk behind him.  This greek god is the most gorgeous out of all of them. Just that one thought makes the heat in my skin set on fire. My heart seems to be beating faster. 

Get ahold of yourself woman! 

I chide myself. 

 He is tall, tattooed from his arms, to his neck and god knows where else, but I can only imagine. He has this beautiful olive skin and dark hair with these eyes. 

The eyes are what initially did it for me. Not quite blue but not quite green either. For a second our eyes meet and just that one second I think I see a flash of dark blue hit his eyes, the feeling that comes over me is bizarre. I can’t place it, as I’ve never felt anything like this energy coming off of any other man before. It is also a look that make my panties want to melt off of my body as I feel heat rising all over me. 

        “Clam down girl”, I try and whisper to myself. 

But, then again most men don’t know my little secret. My sensitivity to others energies. 

 The wind does a little whoosh around me. My candles flame flickers, and I hear my small spirits guides voice whisper “Not human”. 

All of this is a lot happening at fucking once. I feel hot, bothered, and overwhelmed. As a sickening feeling takes hold of me, I finally realize I’m staring with my damn mouth open. 

If, they are not human what ARE They exactly? 

Oh, fuck. I’m fucking drooling. great. Oh, my fuck.

 He has definitely noticed me staring at him. 

Everyone in his little pack of friends have noticed I’m drooling. 

Let me just die of embarrassment now please. But, maybe they don’t seem to notice me. They walk past me and to the doors of Midnight. Briefly, the greek god at the front looks at me, I could almost swear he looks like he could either eat me in a way that makes my insides want to melt or he wants to murder me. 

His vibes don’t scream hugely attracted. 

As the mouth watering group of men head to the door Max greets them. 

Max who is wearing all black skinny jeans and a black top his usual look, big and broad shoulders with a nose ring and black painted fingernails is the owner. Steps out with beers in hand, smoking.

 “My boys, I’m so happy you could make your way out of the woods to see me.” 

The greek god and Max hug, and they walk in. Before Max goes inside he comes next to me and lends in. 

“How’s it going tonight Elle?” 

“Better than I thought.”

 I say, with a sheepish smile as I hold up my tip jar. I know I’m as red as a fucking tomato, and Max seems to know why. 

With a wink, Max says, “They are harmless to humans.” With that  Max leaves me to the line that is starting to form at my table. As the night goes I I continue pulling cards for myself. But the lovers card of the tarot seems to haunt all of my readings moving forward. 

I begin to realize its for me. Could this mysterious mountain of a tattooed god be for me? 

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Published by Whatsinthebrew

Hello to all who venture to come towards this haunted, tarot card slinging, romance seeking table. I'm happy to have you here, in this space. This is my first venture with romance writing and I'm so excited. Usually you can find me slinging tarot cards for clients, but I've long since had a love for romance books. My guilty pleasure to escape. However, I'm finding that my ideal characters are no longer found in books and have been found within me. So, come here for blogs, and seek peaks into my books. Occasionally, I might also post collective energy tarot readings. As that is my profession. Needing a personal tarot reading? Please visit that site. www.whatsinthebrew.com

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