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Dark Indiscretions: Dark Indiscretions, #1

Dark Indiscretions: Dark Indiscretions, #1

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Dark Indiscretions: Dark Indiscretions, #1

3/5 (4 ratings)
189 pages
3 hours
Oct 15, 2014


Mature audiences only 18+ (Second ed. almost 6K added)


Jennifer's family is scarier than any nightmare. But if she rebels against the family ways, they'll turn their viciousness on her next..


At just a century old, a family dinner gone wrong shows Jennifer Johnston exactly why humans believe Mystics are evil, and the events that follow leave her with more than just a few tortured memories.


Jackson Dawls and Taylor Durham are a deadly species all their own as well, but even they fear the Mystics and their barbaric ways. Now, unforeseen circumstances bring them face to face with not one, but a few.


When the three meet, long-hidden secrets are brought to light. Secrets no one but Jennifer knew. But if they can't learn to work together, their apprehensions will destroy their lives.

Oct 15, 2014

About the author

Shakuita Johnson is a 29-year-old Psychology major. When she isn't going to school or working, she is doing what she loves most. Writing. She started writing in middle school. Starting with poetry. Then short stories in a creative writing course her senior year. Her love for paranormal and supernatural started with R.L. Stine Goosebumps books and TV shows, Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles, and Christopher Pike books. She is an avid reader with over 100 books on her bookshelf and 1000 plus on her iPad. Visit her online and read her poems and one attempt at songwriting on her blog at http://www.dark-indiscretions.com. You can also find her at www.facebook.com/shakuitajohnson. Check out her website at www.authorshakuitajohnson.com.

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Jamestown, Virginia. 1625

Jennifer Johnston looked over at her family and shook her head in disgust. Just looking at the bunch of them made her sick. It was time to get out of here before she killed them all, and this time she meant it. As she turned on her heels to leave, before she changed her mind, her mother's voice rang out. Fuck it all! Why did she even come in the first place?

Jennifer, where are you going, dear? Dinner will be ready in a moment. Your brothers found a few unattended five-year-olds, exclaimed Sara Johnston.

Not today. She did not want to deal with this shit today. Five-year-olds? Really? Did her dumb ass family think these children wouldn’t be missed? Jennifer pleaded for patience in her head before she addressed her mother. Any small perceived disrespect was liable to set her off. She didn’t need a hysterical mother on top of everything else in her life.

I have to go, Mother. I have things I need to do and I can't stay for dinner, Jennifer said.

See? She could be cordial when the need arose.

Nonsense! This is family time and whether you like it or not, you are a part of this family, was her mother’s reply with a hint of annoyance.

Well, if her mother thought that was going to make her stay at this bullshit dinner, she was sadly mistaken. Jennifer was over a hundred years old and didn’t have time for these disgusting events anymore. Pretending to be the perfect, happy little family no longer appealed to her; honestly, it was never even her thing. She had full control of her Mystic powers and she would no longer hesitate to use them. Especially against her family, because none of them ever had.

Jennifer, you heard your mother, girl. Sit your ass down before I sit it down for you, her father, Samuel Johnston, Sr. barked.

Awesome! Just fan-fucking-tastic. Just who in the hell did he think he was talking to like that? She wasn’t a child anymore.

He’s your father, she heard her inner voice say.

Oh, that's right. He is. Damn. Didn't matter, she was about to teach her parents and two older brothers that she wasn't to be fucked with. Period. Inner voice be damned.

Look, I'm done with this family crap. We're not a family. We're a joke. Let me leave and nobody will get hurt. We all know I’m not like the rest of you, so let’s just stop the theatrics. Besides, I’m not really into the whole draining five-year-olds dry thing. It’s never really been my style to hurt defenseless children or adults for that matter, she said.

Why you little spoiled bitch! Samuel Johnston, Jr., the older of her two brothers, screamed. Who the hell do you think you are? You think you’re better than all the rest of us? News flash, this is who you are so stop trying to be something else you’re not. Bottom line, you will respect our parents, or John and I will beat the shit out of you and then victimize you in ways you never knew were possible.

Try it, asshole, and it will be the last thing that either one of you pieces of shit will do, she replied with an eerie calm in her voice.

This thing was going south fast, but Jenny didn’t really seem to care. Well, that wasn’t true; she didn’t care at all. Not even a little. Her family’s been nothing but a pain in her ass since they found out she didn't share in their perversions when she was around five or six. The moment she wouldn’t just feed from some random human like they were cattle on a farm.

Most importantly, she was not engaging in sex with either one of her brothers and that shit was final. No longer up for discussion. They could all go fuck themselves. Just because their parents and many ancestors before them thought it was okay to fuck, marry, and have children with your siblings, didn't mean she did. Talking about we do what we have to do to keep the bloodlines pure. She was tired of hearing that from every Mystic she knew. HELL NO! It wasn't going to happen that way. Not for her. Ever. She didn’t care if it was culturally appropriate in the Mystic society. She was changing up that habit. Did they not understand what incest did to the psyche? Did they not read the history books based on the royal families? They were more vulnerable to genetic flaws and insanity. She would not be one of them. Mystics were already bat-shit crazy as it was.

It seemed today was the day for death, and it for damn sure wasn't going to be her. She would do whatever it took, regardless of whether she wanted to. Her family had ruled her life for far too long and their cultural upbringing and rules allowed them to. The idiot who made it so you couldn’t leave your parents’ home until you were a century old should be pulled apart piece by piece and fed to the wolves. The real ones, not the shape-shifting ones.

Oh, so you're a big girl now? her father whined. You want out of this family? You feel like you’re too good for us? We do what we have to do to keep the bloodlines pure. It is the way of our people and has been for thousands of years. Neither of your brothers would hurt you. You know that for a fact. We aren't the only family to do so either, and we for damn sure won't be the last. If it's love you're worried about, it will eventually come. I love your mother. Always have, always will.

Right, like she was falling for that shit. Neither of her brothers would hurt her? Was her father stupid? One just threatened they would both rape her while also beating her for good measure. What planet are these people living on? How could she explain this to them? How could she make them understand she didn’t want the same things for her life that they did? She didn't know, but she guessed she had to try. Right?

Daddy, I just can't. It's wrong and disgusting. Why can’t you understand that? I won't do it and if none of you will respect that, then I'm out of here. I'm tired of having this argument over and over again. There are other Mystics they can mate with. I don't want to be married to one of my brothers. They are sadistic little assholes and I wouldn’t mate with them if they were the last two options on this Earth. I have seen what they do to their dates. It’s not pleasant. I want no part of it. I want my Nyhiya, and neither one of them is it. I know fate has chosen someone specifically for me, and they are out there somewhere just waiting to find me.

There, she had finally said it.

She should have kept her stupid mouth shut.


Boston, Massachusetts, 2012

Finally, she was home from a long day at work. All she wanted to do for the few hours she had left was to take a nice, long bath, drink a couple of glasses of wine, and curl up with a great book. For the next four days, she didn’t have to be a child psychologist anymore; it was a long four-day weekend, and Jennifer Johnston was not going to take it for granted. She rarely ever got a day off, even when she was supposed to be off. There was always some emergency that required her immediate attention. Hell, to be quite honest, she could use the break from all the horrible secrets her little clients revealed to her. Matter of fact, she was tired of soaking up the horrible memories of these poor abused and neglected children. They haunted her at the end of every day after her sessions. She was a Mystic for goodness sake. She should be used to horror stories, but she guessed she was cut from a different cloth; something her family would never let her forget. Her family. She was so not going there again. She would much rather forget them and that fucked up night, all those many years ago. Or centuries ago. Whatever.

Yes, she had lived for a very long time, yet she was still fucking alone. She hadn't found her Nyhiya - her one true love - yet. She was a Mystic, meaning she was half Vampyra and half shape-shifting witch. Meaning she was one of the baddest things stalking the night. She was a descendant of the few surviving true pure blood families. They didn’t make them like her anymore, meaning more and more Mystics were turning their noses up at the incest part of their history. You could still find a few families that practiced the old ways, but not as many as there were. The Mystics were what people liked to refer to as evil reincarnated. They felt no remorse. They killed without prejudice. Well, they all did, at least until she was born. She just couldn't be like the rest of them. They were ruthless, inhumane creatures that cared little for things that they deemed weren't worthy in their eyes. They were even believed to show no emotions at all but it wasn’t true. They felt things, just extremely differently from normal species did. They had no in-between. It was all or nothing with Mystics. She didn't want to be one; it disgusted her that she had no choice in what she was. But that was the fate she was given. What she was born to be. A thing of pure evil.

This is ridiculous. You are nothing like the rest of your kind. They can't find you now. You are powerful in your own right. No one would dare fuck with you, Jenny said out loud. More so for her own benefit and peace of mind.

After the little pep talk, Jennifer was starting to feel better. She climbed the steps of her two-bedroom townhouse and opened her bedroom door. It was a very good find for the area she lived in. Everything was so damn expensive in Massachusetts. Yes, she had the money but it still didn’t make it easier to hand it over. Some days she wished she’d have sprung for a house somewhere outside the city, but she was closer to work here. She would have hated a long commute back and forth nearly seven days a week. Her days were already long, and she didn’t want to make them unnecessarily longer. The two-story brick townhouse would have to do for now. One day she would find her dream home but now wasn’t the time.

Jennifer stripped to nothing but her panties and went into the bathroom, where she began to fill the tub with hot water, pouring lavender bath salts and bubble bath under the steady stream. She took the last remnants of her clothing off in front of the mirror as the tub filled, and took the pins out of her curly, waist-long, auburn hair and started to brush it out. She then rolled it back up onto her head in a messy bun and clamped it in place so it wouldn't get wet.

Looking fully at her reflection, she said, I need to get laid. It had been months since she had visited a club to engage in no-strings-attached sex, with whoever she found attractive at the time. She also needed to feed, although she hated having to take some poor human's blood without them being any the wiser. Jennifer wanted something real, though. She wanted her Nyhiya.

Get a grip, Jen. You still have time. Maybe if you got out more and stopped burying yourself in work, you might find the person fate decided for you.

With the water just the way she liked it, she shut the water off and started the jets. She padded her way downstairs, poured a huge glass of Moscato, thought about it for a moment and grabbed the bottle as well, then headed back upstairs into the bath to wash away the day.

Ahhh. Now this is the life. A guy could get used to this. Have you ever seen so many sexy looking men in one place, Jackson? I mean imagine the possibilities, babe.

Taylor Durham was in a gay man’s heaven, with all those tight bodies swaying back and forth to the music. Grinding together in harmony. Half-naked men all over the place; some in compromising positions. He could feel himself growing harder by the minute.

Yep. Heaven.

Well, that is the name of the club. Heaven's Angles. The sign above the door sported several pictures of sex positions at various angles. One could live here forever if you asked him. He had dragged his best friend, Jackson Dawls, here tonight because he needed some no-holds-barred dancing and a good lay. Nothing got Jackson in the sexing mood like some dancing, groping, and drinking. They were Dylia – wolf shape-shifters – with increased sexual appetites, and all those male bodies together got them all hot and bothered. So it was going to be a good night. A damn great night if Taylor had

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    3 ½ of 5 starsJennifer Johnston is a Mystic, part of a deadly group of supernatural that are considered the boogie men to the other races. Mates, Jackson Dawls and Taylor Durham are the betas of their wolf pack. Imagine their surprise when they discover they have an additional mate, of a species they were told to stay away from since childhood. Strange things are happening, and Jennifer is being stalked. Wondering whether her mates will accept and help her or leave her to fend for herself.I wasn’t sure if I was going to like Dark Indiscretions after starting the book. I’m glad I kept reading because it is an interesting story the further along you get. I think I was just disturbed by Jennifer’s family in the beginning of the novel. That being said, I feel the initial story is also very necessary for the rest of the book.Dark Indiscretions demonstrates valuable life lessons, like don’t always believe what you hear. Additionally, individuals should be judged for themselves and not their race. I really enjoyed that aspect of the novel.I would recommend this book to lovers of paranormal romance. It is a quick read that is exciting throughout.ARC provided in exchange for an honest review.