Spark of Light (Witch Apocalypse, Prequel 1)

By Rivka Zohar

Rockstar, Billionaire, Bad Boy Romance
*Clean, but not wholesome Romance
Spark of Light (Witch Apocalypse, Prequel 1) is the Prequel to Light of Twilight.

Shock rock star, billionaire bad boy, Jadis Bellemet, goes to watch Shine Ambrosia dance at the burlesque clubs. Will he win her heart or simply seduce other woman to distract himself from this beautiful vintage-style stripper?

Includes the prequel and a sample of Light of Twilight

***Witch Apocalypse Series Order:
Spark of Light
Light of Twilight
Light of Darkness
Light of Worlds
Light of Splendor

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rivka Zohar
• Release date: Nov 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005517380

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Spark of Light (Witch Apocalypse, Prequel 1) by Rivka Zohar

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Spark of light

(Witch Apocalypse, Prequel 1)

Rivka Zohar

Copyright © 2021 by Rivka Zohar

All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real people or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, things, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, persons, or things, living or dead, is entirely.

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Spark of light

(Witch Apocalypse, Prequel 1)

Rivka Zohar

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To Eitan

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Chapter 1

From Jadis Bellemet’s Perspective

It is a dark and foggy night in Blue Heights. The stars glimmer through the clouds like a hundred golden cat eyes blinking and watching the woods ominously down below. The cool scent of pine wades in the still air where Jadis Bellemet, a young man with a chiseled face, shaggy black hair, and grey blue hooded eyes takes a swig of Vodka from a nearly empty glass bottle. He wipes the residue white makeup off his features and the black lipstick off his lips with the back of his hand.

Looking suspiciously to the side, he shifts his cell phone in his hand and sends a number. The ring is magnified in his ears. His head pounds as an eager male voice answers the phone.

Max here.

Tie his wrists, he says into the mouth piece. And drop off Ambrosia’s files with Adams.

Yes, sir.

Jadis looks up through a break in the leaves at the black glimmering sky and tilts his gaze to the full moon pausing before he hangs up.

Behind and in the distance, he hears a faint sound. With a slight hesitation, he bends his ear. It could be footsteps lightly crushing the leaves upon the forest floor deeper within the woods. An animal perhaps? These woods are known for bears and mountain lions. His body tenses in paranoia that instead it could be an enemy he does not want to encounter. Maybe he was followed here.

Temptations run wild through his tall, muscular, lithe body. He considers his next move. At once, he gulps down more of the clear liquid relishing the burn in his throat. The moon overhead casts light on his pale neck as his head tilts back for more. With a sudden deranged thought, he throws his cranium forward, his eyes wide, and looks out across the dark street and at the door of the burlesque bar before straightening his silver tie.

I should not have come, he murmurs to himself. It is a mistake. He runs his long fingers through his hair as his nostrils flare. But I have to see her, he says with determination.

His eyes deaden like clear still ponds of ice blue water in the hollows of his pale face. And now, without reluctance, he chucks the bottle against an oak tree, shattering the glass and scaring away the sleeping birds nestled within the overhead branches and leaves. The crashes of flapping wings disturb the night and place pause on the movement from behind.

Jadis grabs up a long shard of glass from the spongy ground. Without notice, a thin stream of blood slides down his hand and he slips the glass blade in the inner pocket of his grey designer suit jacket. Now, engrossed in a newfound determination, Jadis struts through the opening in a line of fir bush and crosses the road to the nightclub.

Shine Ambrosia is in there, his estranged step-cousin. Rumor has it that she is dancing at Crazy Bull tonight. He followed her and her friend in his old Karmann Ghia, a shiny dark blue relic of his family’s past. Shine is the finest-looking woman he has ever seen. Her name has a royal air in his ears, suited for a French princess, he considers, with a delicious streak of the wicked. Just the appellation alone is toxic.

His mind fixates on memorized images of her from a yet to be aired episode of Appleville Vampires. He has his insider connections. She only had the relatively small supporting role of the badass character, Angie, but her alluring execution was unforgettable. He wants to run his hand down her raven black hair that cascades ever so softly over her sensuous shoulders in shiny waves. Oh, her hypnotic ice blue eyes… He imagines her body beneath all the haute couture lace, mouthwatering, delicious. He wants to touch her, but even though he had his way with hundreds of women, Shine is the only female in the world he cannot approach. Something about her causes him to do crazy things.

Last week Jadis saw Shine Ambrosia in person at an amateur theater production of Hamlet he attended with his tan haired, tan faced, handsome friend, Torry Wetherfield, a California man with grace. She was a magnificent Ophelia full of passion and innocence which led to her demise. Poor Ophelia. When Jadis saw Shine Ambrosia, though from afar, he knew he had to be near her. There was something rapturous, yet tragic about that woman that made him want to devour her.

After the production, with his heart pounding fast and his mind filled with desirous thoughts, he skirted away to the bar toward a pretty young blonde with long, voluptuous legs and a tight waist that he had flirted with him during intermission. She would do.

When the blonde saw Jadis strutting toward her, she pulled her virus protection face mask off her mouth as her cheeks burned. Her blue eyes cast down and then up. She couldn’t help but giggle.

Go outside and wait for me, he ordered, his mind distracted.

Need waded in her eyes as she nodded. Now? she asked, her tongue heavy in her mouth. In the moment, she could not care about contagion from Solar 49 virus. He was too appealing.

He took his cell phone out of his pocket as he motioned the bartender. Wait by the limo, he said under his breath looking at the face of his phone as he pressed in a call. I’m going to do what’s good for you.

Her hand lifted to her neck as she smiled, her thin, sleek body tense. This is the opportunity of a lifetime, even if it’s dangerous, she thought as her heart warmed against the lace of her undergarments. Tossing her hair out of habit, she took up her Gucci clutch and strolled out of the theater lobby. Her free hand fidgeted at her side.

A shot of Absinthe, he said to the tall, muscular bartender clad in a black suit and tie.

With his protective face mask cupped around his chin, the bartender smiled, showing a mouth of pearly white, but overlapping teeth. Hey aren’t you… His hand touched his thin lips.

Jadis waved him away with a flick of his hand as he spoke into the phone looking down at his silver boots, Pull up in front of the waterfall and escort the blonde in black into the car.

The limo driver had a low, assured voice. As requested, Sir.

Nodding his head now, the bartender poured Jadis’s anise flavored spirit and handed it to him. You’re awesome, buddy, he said pulling up his virus mask over his mouth and nose. At first I didn’t recognize you without the makeup and crazy opposing eyes.

Thanks, Jadis responded with a practiced smile and hit the Absinthe down his throat."

Hey, can you sign this? the guy asked, handing Jadis a slip of paper from the order tray.

Jadis nodded distractedly as he drew out his name in a Gothic stylized print with the quick, absent-minded sketch of a skeleton waltzing with a woman who looked much like Shine Ambrosia. He handed the paper to the man.

Wow, that’s amazing, dude! The guy’s eyes widened.

Jadis’s grey blue eyes cast at the front entrance as he laid an overly generous wad of cash on the bar top, ignoring further conversation of the bartender’s pursuit. The California air was warmer than usual that night and scented with floral bloom from the rose bushes surrounding the circular drop off. When he got into the back of the limo, the blonde smiled and set her cocktail down on the side table. Take off your glasses, he ordered, the expression on his face impassive as he looked at her with cool eyes that to her appeared sad.

She nodded lightly, the heat rising up to her chest. Though she was rarely this forthcoming, she felt she couldn’t deny him, nor did she want to. There was something broken within him that she yearned to reveal. As she took off her glasses, her head fell back as he touched her in an unexpected way.

When she