Eternally Entangled

By RaShelle Workman

My first week of college, and I already had an embarrassing mishap with magical jungle juice. On the plus side, I also got my first toe-curling kiss. Too bad the guy with the amazing lips is off-limits. At least, he should be.

After escaping my lonely prison, all I wanted was to attend Gothel Springs University. Filled with humans and supernaturals, it seemed the perfect place to hide. Even with a magical spell protecting me, there are those who know what I am, and they will do anything for my blood. That's why I've always stayed away from vampires. My parents taught me how to slay them before I learned how to ride a bike.

But what if the man I'm beyond attracted to has become one?

I can't tell, and I don't want to because I want more of his kisses. I'm already half-way to falling for him. And with vampires, love is eternal.

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Eternally Entangled Series

Eternally Entangled
Thoroughly Tousled
Infinitely Intertwined

• Language: English
• Publisher: Booklover Legion
• Release date: Apr 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005261566

RaShelle Workman

Booklover Legion brings together authors and readers who love: ya fairytale reimaginings, supernatural suspense, paranormal cozy mysteries, steamy contemporary romance, heartfelt romantic suspense, sweet romance, sexy ya science fiction, and paranormal romance.Authors include:RaShelle Workman ~ YA Fairytale ReimaginingsRachel James ~ Supernatural SuspenseBess Morgan ~ Paranormal Cozy MysteriesRuby Carr ~ Steamy Contemporary RomanceLayla Jones ~ Heartfelt Romantic SuspenseAnn Hardy ~ Sweet RomanceShelly Saber ~ Sexy YA Science FictionCaroline Asher ~ Paranormal RomanceBooklover Legion is a subsidiary of Polished Pen Press, LLC.

Book preview

INTRODUCTION

Wysteria’s story is told over three volumes.

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Eternally Entangled

Thoroughly Tousled

Infinitely Intertwined

Eternally entangled

My first week of college, and I already had an embarrassing mishap with magical jungle juice. On the plus side, I also got my first toe-curling kiss. Too bad the guy with the amazing lips is off-limits. At least, he should be. ♥

After escaping my lonely prison, all I wanted was to attend Gothel Springs University. Filled with humans and supernaturals, it seemed the perfect place to hide. Even with a magical spell protecting me, there are those who know what I am, and they will do anything for my blood. That's why I've always stayed away from vampires. My parents taught me how to slay them before I learned how to ride a bike. 

But what if the man I'm beyond attracted to has become one?

I can't tell, and I don't want to because I want more of his kisses. I'm already half-way to falling for him. And with vampires, love is eternal. 

__________

ETERNALLY ENTANGLED SERIES:

★ Eternally Entangled

★ Thoroughly Tousled

★ Infinitely Intertwined

1

ESCAPE

WYSTERIA

You must hurry, Wysteria. She will return at any moment. Leva appears seemingly out of nowhere, scaring me half to death.

I’d been gazing longingly at the view beyond my window.

High above the ground, inside my towering prison, I could see the green, green grass, the lush treetops, and the sparkling azure water that went on for as far as my eyes could see.

You startled the hell out of me, I say, my hand flying to my throat.

Sorry, not sorry, Wys. Now come on. My little pixilette best and only friend pats my cheek and flies into the room, hovering above the trap door.

Alright. Alright. I adjust my skirt while I move, working to find some courage.

Leva has enough for the both of us, though she’s probably only five inches tall. Sunlight from a hole in the roof envelops Leva’s body, causing her teal wings to shimmer.

Move like your butt is on fire, she huffs, putting her hands on her tiny waist. If you are still here when she returns, I won’t be able to stop her from doing something worse than she already has.

Okay. Sheesh. I slide on my shoes.

She lets out an annoyed sound. Maybe this time it’ll be forever. No more living in this tower with a window where you can see so much of our land. No more anything.

I push my extra-long blond hair off my face, going over the plan.

Once I’m out of the tower, I must travel through the thickets and to the beach where a boat will be waiting.

From there, I am to row until I reach the end of the realm.

The whole thing sounds ridiculous.

I can’t do this!

At the prospect of going alone, my insides quiver.

Leva, I can’t leave. Mother will be upset. I fan my face with my hand as a nervous sweat breaks out along my hairline.

Redyrin, Leva corrects. She isn’t your mother. She kidnapped you away from your real mother and father in the human realm. She doesn’t love you. She’s just using you.

I swallow down my fear. I know. I know, I say, even though I’m still trying to figure it all out.

I don’t remember my parents or the human realm.

I don’t remember anything at all before I arrived here. To my mind, never had I ever been outside the walls of my tower.

Not once in eighteen years.

At least not once that I can remember.

According to Leva, my real name is Rapunzel, and I don’t belong here.

Part of me is thrilled at the prospect of leaving.

I always dreamed of a life beyond my tower.

But the more significant portion of myself is dizzy with fear.

Can I abandon what I know?

Leva, come with me. Please. I can’t do this by myself. I need you.

Even though she hadn’t spoken to me once before yesterday - my eighteenth birthday - she’s been my companion and only friend for so long, I don’t want to be without her.

Very well, but you need to pick up the pace. She tugs on my hair, and I follow her over to the leather satchel, where she helps me pack some bread and cheese.

I want a change of clothes, but there isn’t any time.

Keep this safe, she says, picking up and handing me a clear bottle nearly as big as her.

At the effort, her wings and hair change from teal to tawny, the color of her eyes.

I take it, studying the contents, which look like water, except when it catches the light allowing me to see strange things, almost like stars shimmering within.

Hurry, she says, snapping me back to the task at hand.

I tuck the potion into one of my dress pockets and tug the bag over my head so the strap rests on my shoulder.

Leva’s pointy face pinches with worry, and her large eyes that seem almost too big for her face become cloudy with anxiety.

She drops onto the escape hatch in the floor and taps it three times with her fingers. The latch clicks.

You did it, I say.

Part of me hadn’t believed she could.

She’d kept her magic a secret from me all these years, too, probably because of Redyrin.

My mind is still reeling at all Leva has shared since Redyrin left last evening to hunt and forage our food.

As I follow the pixilette down the steps, I relive our conversation in my mind.

Even now, I sense the rightness of Leva’s confession.

But the knowledge doesn’t change the fact that I’m so scared my knees tremble with each step.

Am I really going to do this?

Go to another realm, the human one, and find my family.

My heart shouts with joy over the possibility, but my mind recoils.

What if it’s as Moth-Redyrin says?

What if life outside my tower is too much to handle?

My extra-long hair catches on one of the nails sticking out of a wooden step. Ouch, I cry, rubbing my head and working to untangle my hair.

My locks have never been cut. According to Redyrin, doing so will be detrimental, but sheesh, it’s annoying.

Your hair is obnoxious, Leva says, confirming what I already know.

She flies over and carefully unhooks my hair.

When it’s free, she speaks several words.

I guess it’s a spell.

Without stopping, I hurry after Leva.

Down, down, down all of the circular stairs. The turret is dark and damp, and the steps are covered in moss.

Redyrin did spells all the time.

She would wind some of my hair around her hands and then say words I didn’t understand. All sorts of things would happen. Paintings came to life and talked to Redyrin.

Our tower would be clean in seconds after a few words uttered from Redyrin’s mouth.

Strangest of all, whenever Redyrin began to look tired and her hair began to gray, she would whisper the words that brought youth back to her body.

Many times I asked Redyrin about my hair. She always said I was unique, and she needed me to survive.

At that thought, I shudder.

Would Mo-Redyrin die if I left?

I didn’t like that she took me away from my real parents, and I didn’t like that she kept me locked away in the tower, but she had been good to me in her own way.

I didn’t want her to die.

Wysteria, Leva says, frantic. She snaps her fingers, and a spark of magic snaps me out of my thoughts.

I study her, working to keep my eyes from crossing.

Before I can say anything, my hair, which has been dragging along behind me, is suddenly pulled away from my face and secured back into a braid.

Thank you, Leva, I say and sigh. One less thing to worry about.

At the bottom of the steps, I pull open the door. Leva flies out, but I don’t follow right away.

Will Redyrin die without me? I ask quietly.

Leva opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Like she changed her mind.

Probably not, she finally says.

Then under her