Teaser for Visions of Destiny by Kallysten http://original.kallysten.net/category/visions-of-destiny/

1. Daisy’s first mistake was to tell her friends that
the famous seer Sam Woods is a family friend; her
second one, to let them convince her to organize a
soiree so that they may meet him. They are
excited and can’t wait to be given a vision of their
romantic future. Daisy, on the other hand, still doesn’t see the
point in being told what Cupid is preparing for her.
One by one, Daisy’s nine friends will get a glimpse of the
crucial choice, the passionate night, or the unexpected encounter
that will shape the rest of their love lives. Will Daisy join them
and ask Sam to reveal her future to her before the night is over?

2. Alicia is the first to volunteer to be shown what her future holds, maybe because she hasn’t
had much luck with men so far in her life. Craving a relationship in which she would be
needed, she has been visiting blood bars and allowing vampires to bite her. Those same
vampires, Sam Woods shows her, could cause her to lose the man she loves more than
anything…
She took a deep breath, forced herself to look straight at Ben, and
plunged in.
“I’ve been visiting a blood bar again.”
Whatever Ben had been expecting, this clearly was not it. His eyes, wide
and round, snapped up to her face. His mouth opened and closed again
without a sound. She waited for him to find his voice again. “You…what?”
Very slowly, she turned her left hand over, exposing the inside of her
wrist and the marks there. She kept her eyes on Ben, and could not miss the
way his gaze dropped to her hand on the countertop. His eyes narrowed. For
just a second, she thought she could see the doctor in him, examining a
wound, evaluating its severity. In the past weeks, she had often expected
him to notice. She had been surprised he hadn’t. It had only added to her
overall depression.
“I’ve been going for three months,” she said, and wondered if he would
hear the pain in her words that he had never noticed.

3. When Lydia volunteers to get a glimpse of her future, her boyfriend Jack is not too pleased.
As Lydia’s vision unfolds, it appears that he was right to worry.
Time has passed and broken Jack and Lydia apart, leaving Lydia in the arms of an
artist, Owen. On a special Halloween night, he reminds her of their journey together through
eight paintings before transforming her life by making her what he is – a vampire.
She hadn’t dared ask, unsure whether his answer might influence her
decision. Now that she had made up her mind, however, and as he
seemed to be in a sharing mood, she thought she could try to ask.
“Have you…have you ever turned anyone before?”
She had caught hints, a couple of times, that he had lived with
someone for a long time, but she didn’t know if the woman had been
human or vampire.
“No,” he said quietly, his eyes finding hers again. “I can’t say I’ve bitten
many people over the years, and none I would have wanted next to me
for more than a few hours.”
His free hand found hers, and he brought it to his lips. The soft kiss to
the inside of her wrist made her shiver.
“You…” The words were low, but full of strength. “I want you next to
me for a few centuries at least.”

4. In her vision, Joan is married to Brad, and they have two beautiful children. Everything seems
perfect – except for the porn videos Joan discovers on the computer, that is. After her initial
feelings of betrayal and talking about it with Brad, she realizes that, maybe, she could try to
give Brad a very special Christmas gift by acting out his fantasy…
“You wanted to see me, Ma’am?”
The look of pure hunger on his face was getting to her, and she had
to clear her throat before she could answer.
“You’re late,” she said in a sharp tone, looking at him above the rim
of her glasses. “You’ve been late too often this month. I think you’re
not taking this job all too seriously.”
“I do,” he said very fast. “I really do. I work hard.”
“That’s for me to judge. And so far, I’m not impressed.”
Crossing her arms, she leaned back in her chair, and considered Brad with her hardest
look. She had thought, when she had started planning all this, that she would have trouble
getting through it, but it was slowly becoming easier, more so than she had expected—and
actually, rather fun.
“You’ve been late three times this week. And the quality of your work is less than
adequate. Maybe I made a mistake when I hired you.”
Brad’s eyes widened as though in fear, but she knew him well enough to guess the smile
he was trying to suppress.
“Please don’t fire me. I’ll do anything.”

5. Mike has had little luck in finding Mr. Right, despite his friends’ attempts at introducing
him to potential relationship interests. On the eve of Valentine’s Day, his loneliness and one
drink too many cause him to flirt with a handsome stranger and ask for a one-night stand. In
the morning, though, that questionable decision might turn out to be the one that will change
Mike’s life for the better.
He finally reached the bar and, sitting next to Green Eyes, he propped his
cheek on his closed fist. His elbow slipped on the counter before he could
catch himself again.
“I want to sleep with you,” he said, slurring the words a little.
Green Eyes raised an eyebrow at him and considered him for a few
seconds. “Does that pick up line usually work for you?” he asked, a wry
chuckle hiding in his words.
“First time I used it,” Mike said truthfully. “Ask me again in half an hour.”
“Half an hour?” Green Eyes laughed. “You think that’s all I’m worth? Not
even a full hour?”
Mike frowned, trying to figure out if he was being mocked or encouraged.
He licked his lips and pushed a little more. “Would you give me a full hour?”
he asked with a forced grin. “Two? A full night?”
Another laugh, this time accompanied by a small shake of the head. Things
weren’t looking too good. But still, Green Eyes wasn’t turning away or telling
Mike to fuck off. Instead, he pointed out, “I don’t even know your name.”

6. For all his fears of not finding the person he is destined to love, Brett discovers in his
vision that he will fall in love with not one lover, but two. Two vampires, in fact, a man and a
woman, both of them so precious to him that he wants to show his love by offering them
wedding rings. But when one of them refuses to wear the ring, the perfect relationship he
thought he had starts to crumble around him… or does it?
“There’s something I want to give each of you,” he said as he pulled out
the boxes. They seemed so small suddenly in his hand. “I’ve been thinking
for a long time about how I could ever show you how grateful I am for
having you two in my life. How much I love you.” He looked up at Lisa at
that, met her eyes and gave her an apologetic grin. “I know you don’t like
that word, and I don’t expect you to say it back.” She never had said it, not in
close to ten years, but Brett didn’t need to hear it; he knew she loved
him, they both did, and that was enough. He turned to Leo now, and his grin
softened a little. “But I do. I really do. And… these are for you. I hope you’ll
like them.”
He held out the square box to Leo, the round one to Lisa, and held his
breath as he waited for their reactions.
Leo picked up the jewelry box first and opened it at once. His face split up
on a wide smile and before Brett could even blink he had tugged the ring
free and slipped it on the ring finger of his left hand.
“Not only is it gorgeous, but it fits just right!”

7. Loneliness pushes Cathleen to ask for her turn, and the vision Woods offers her shows her
the man who will give her the companionship and love she craves — a man half her age. Torn
by the fear of how others, including her own son, will see this age difference, Cathleen has
kept her relationship with Alex a secret. It is now time for her to decide if she should end it
altogether, or if she can allow herself to enjoy the love she had nearly given up on finding.
“Still clothed,” he pointed out, grinning much too widely. “Are you going to stay covered
all night?”
She tossed the square packet and it landed on his chest. “Are you?” she asked back,
tongue in cheek.
He watched her shimmy out of her panties just as intently as she watched his fingers
guide the condom over his cock. When she joined him on the bed and knee-walked toward
him, he licked his lips and held his hands out to her. Lying hard and thick on his stomach, his
cock twitched hopefully.
“A present all wrapped up for me,” she said, taking his hands and letting him
guide her until she was kneeling over his lap. “Do I get to give it a try too?”
“As much as you want. You know it’s—” His voice broke on a
groan when she took hold of his cock and gave it a few slow
strokes. “Yours,” he finished, and his hands came to rest at her
waist, as light as air.
She pushed herself higher on her knees and guided his cock to her
opening.

8. The core of Rachel’s identity comes to light in the vision Woods gives her. She has been
living a ‘normal’ life by day, and the life of a BDSM submissive by night, being very careful
not to let her two worlds meet. But when, after a night of hard play, her Master offers to push
their relationship into the light, making the most important decision of her life is strangely not
as difficult as Rachel would have expected.
“Good girl,” he said again, now caressing her mouth with his
thumb before he pressed a quick kiss to her lips and turned away.
“You wanted the suede one first,” he said, picking up the toy again.
“I will grant you that much.”
She watched his hand run over the falls, very much like she had
done earlier, and her own hands closed over the cold chains as she
remembered the softness of the suede. In a moment, after he was
done warming her up and started flogging her, the suede would feel
entirely different.
“But after that, it’s my choice,” he continued. He walked around
her and ran a hand down her spine. “I’m not following anyone’s
script. Do you understand, Sheila?”
Rachel had to stop herself from pushing back against his hand to
increase the contact. “Yes, Sir.”

9. Earlier in the evening, Brad’s girlfriend, Joan, was shown their married life and
children, and Brad can’t wait to see what he expects will be the same idyllic future.
However, he discovers something else entirely, something that leaves him – and Daisy –
shocked and asking questions for which Woods has no good answers.
“My turn?” he asked quietly, but the nod he expected didn’t come. Instead, with a small
smile and a twinkle in her eyes, Melissa pushed him back and down until he was sitting on the
edge of the bed. His cock wavered in front of him as though seeking that warm touch
again, to no avail.
She took her bracelets off first, sliding them off her wrist and putting them down on the
night table. Then she held her hand up to him, palm out. When he gave her his hand she led it
to the end of the bow that tied her wraparound dress. Under her guidance, his fingers closed
over the silky fabric and when she took a step back, the knot came loose. Her dress slid
open, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of flesh.
A roll of her shoulders caused the dress to slip off and slide to the floor
with a whisper. Melissa stood in front of him, wearing nothing but a powder
blue bra and matching panties, and a slight blush high on her cheeks. Brad
let his gaze run over her, caressing her full curves and silky skin with his eyes.
His fingers twitched on the mattress on either side of him, impatient to touch.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, all but choking on the words.
Melissa flashed him a coy little smile.

10. It was heartache that caused Jack to leave the soiree earlier when he guessed that his
girlfriend’s vision showed her a future without him. Now, he returns and asks to see for
himself. What he discovers in the vision Woods offers him is the very thing all Special
Enforcers fear: his awakening as a vampire. When the opportunity arises to kill Angela, his
Sire, will he seize it and avenge his own death, or try to move on toward a future with her?
“And I’m curious about why you didn’t kill me,” he finished.
Angela blinked then laughed, throwing back her head and exposing the long, elegant
curve of her throat. Jack’s fangs, which had receded, extended again and he jumped in
surprise at the odd feeling.
“But I did kill you,” Angela said, her eyes gleaming as much as the teeth she exposed in a
wide grin. “Ask the proper question, Childe.”
She pushed herself higher up on the bed, then laid down on
her side, propping her temple against her open hand. Her other hand still
played with the stake, rolling it back and forth on the bed sheet. Was it a threat?
A reminder that she held the power? What about the way she displayed her body,
the robe still revealing glimpses of her flesh: was that an invitation? She was
certainly close enough for Jack to touch her—close enough to touch him, too. Under
the pillow he still clutched in his lap, his cock twitched almost hopefully.
With too many thoughts, too many questions swirling through his mind, Jack
didn’t answer right away and Angela clucked her tongue reprovingly.
“What you mean to ask is, why didn’t I leave you dead?” she said, almost chastising,

11. Despite her reluctance, Sam still hasn’t given up on offering Daisy a vision of her
future, haunted by the thought that maybe, just maybe, she is the person whose life will be
linked to his – the person he has been looking for in each vision. As they take a stroll on the
moonlit beach, he asks her one last time to let him show her future to her. In the
end, though, it might be Daisy who offers Sam a vision of his own…
Daisy tried to cling to her resolve, telling him—and reminding herself—why she’d made
her decision. “Sam… I don’t want to know. I want surprises in my life.”
Without even thinking all that hard, she could come up with ten, twenty examples of
things she would rather not have known before they had happened to her.
Maybe if she told him, if she explained…
No. She had long ago decided that she wouldn’t tell a soul. She didn’t
want anyone to treat her differently because of something she couldn’t
control.
But Woods wasn’t giving up. “I’ll make you talk about it,” he offered.
“You’ll forget right away, like Brett and Jack did.”
Daisy forced a laugh to her lips, but it rang false. “You want me to have a
vision and forget it right away? Why would I want to do that?”
“So that I’ll know,” he said, and there was a thread of fear in his voice that
hadn’t been there before, a fear that Daisy did not understand until he continued.
“So that I can leave tonight and not wonder for the rest of my life if I let the woman
I could have made happy get away without trying to hold on to her. Please.”

12. If you would like to read more, First Vision of Destiny – Alicia
is available now as a free download on the author’s website
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The entire series is available as
individual installments, or as one
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