Submitting to the Witch: Fates and Fortunes, #1

By Brigid Finn

Men are good for three things. Wanna know what they are?

Sage is an outcast in both the witch and human communities, and she likes it that way. Not one for long term relationships, when the urge to dominate a man in bed strikes, she propositions her gorgeous, human, next door neighbor. No big deal. But his perfect submission to her makes her want things she's never dreamed of before...

Allen has built a career around his extraversion. A meaningful romantic connection has alluded him, however. That is, until the eccentric plant lady next door opens his eyes to a whole new world of pain and pleasure. She's cast a spell on him, and he'd do anything for her. But a place by Sage's side is earned, not given.

And while Allen is fighting for Sage's heart, there are those from her world who are fighting just as hard to keep them apart.

Submitting to the Witch is a high-heat paranormal romance novella, intended for adult readers.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brigid Finn
• Release date: Mar 22, 2025
• ISBN: 9798230532576

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Brigid Finn

Submitting to the Witch

Copyright © 2022 by Brigid Finn

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Contents

1. Sage

2. Allen

3. Sage

4. Sage

5. Allen

6. Sage

7. Sage

8. Sage

9. Epilogue

10. Thank You

1

Sage

Lily, I don’t even know what that means. You made that up.

I didn’t make it up, Sage. It’s backed up by three different texts, and I’ve tested it out myself.

Sage looked out the window as Lily droned on about protection wards on speaker phone. Lily was almost definitely right about whatever she was talking about- she was always right. Questioning her no matter what she said was an old habit- Sage couldn’t resist getting a rise out of her know-it-all best friend. Lily’s voice faded into the background as Sage’s new neighbor pulled into his driveway. She’d been trying to get a good look at him for days, and this was her chance.

He looked the same as every other brown-haired white guy. Even from one hundred feet away, she could see that he used an alarming amount of hair product. He was wearing a red polo shirt tucked into a pair of perfectly pressed khakis. There was some logo on his shirt that might give away his workplace, but Sage couldn’t make it out from here. Lily had a pair of glasses that she’d charmed to be able to see for miles. Sage had attempted to make her own pair so that she could spy on her neighbors more effectively, but it hadn’t worked out. She didn’t have the gift for it that Lily did. The third member of their trio, Cressida, had suggested that Sage buy a set of binoculars meant for human bird watchers. Sage had considered punching her in the face.

Sage? Sage? Can you hear me?

Her attention snapped back to her phone. She picked it up and turned off the speakerphone. I’m going to have to call you back, Lil. Something’s come up.

Who is it this time?

I don’t know his name yet.

"His?"

Yeah, so?

You said you were tired of men because they all look the same. The last three or four have been women.

Being with women has made me realize that men are much more fun to play with. Besides, neither you nor Cressida will be with me, so what’s the point?

Cressida and I can do better, Lily agreed.

Sage walked back over to the window. Captain Hair Gel was scrubbing at his windshield with a paper towel. Her mouth turned up at the corners. I’ll call you back, Lil. She set her phone down and picked up the black cat that was underfoot.

What do you think, Morgan? Sage turned the cat’s head so that she was forced to look in the direction of the man next door. Morgan purred in Sage’s arms.

Sage hummed. Exactly what I was thinking.

* * *

Sage stood on the other side of the hood of his car, waiting for him to notice her presence. He was much taller and broader in the shoulders than she’d realized. She was going to have an excellent night. When he caught her out of the corner of his eye, he yelped and nearly jumped out of his skin.

Oh, uh, sorry! he stammered.

Why are you sorry? she asked.

Um. I don’t know. Because I didn’t see you there.

She shrugged. It’s understandable. You look busy. Her gaze swept over the white smudge on his windshield.

I guess. Um, you live next door, right? I’m Allen.

What the fuck kind of name is that?

He blinked. Um, it’s my name I guess.

She hummed. I’m Sage.

"What the fuck kind of name is that?"

She tipped her head in acknowledgement. Would you like to take me to dinner tonight, Allen?

He exhaled a laugh. I’m sorry, what?

Would you. Like to. Take me. To dinner. Tonight.

Yeah no, I heard you. His gaze traveled from her head to her toes and back up again. Sure. Yeah, sure. Dinner tonight.

Pick me up at seven. You’re driving- I don’t like driving. You pick the place. Only fair, since you’re paying. She turned on her heel and strode away.

When she was back inside, she felt jittery. Maybe she should have told him eight. She had an unusual urge to…dress up? Look pretty for him? She shook her head. Her usual black dress and a strappy pair of sandals would be more than adequate.

After she had changed her clothes, she leaned over her bathroom sink until her nose was two inches from the mirror. She wasn’t wearing makeup, and she rarely did. She should though, right? Morgan jumped up on the bathroom counter.

Oh shut up, Morgan, you don’t know anything about fucking human men. Go do something useful for once.

If she put on makeup, he might think that she was trying to look nice for him. That would give him the upperhand. She was supposed to be the one in control. She ground her teeth. Why did she feel like this?

It’s because he’s so surprisingly good looking. But you are surprisingly good looking, too.

She dug out an eyeshadow palette.

When her eyes looked sufficiently smoky, she fingered some of her frizzy waves. Her hair looked crazy. It always did.

Your hair looks crazy because you are crazy. You like it like that.

There was a knock at her door. Sage shoved everything back into her vanity drawer and ran to get it, like he would walk away if she wasn’t quick enough.

Hey, you ready?

Yes. She glared at him. He was tall. He had to be over six feet, right? Maybe she should’ve worn heels. If she had anticipated how well he’d fill a pair of jeans, she would’ve done something with her hair. Too late now.

The slap of her sandals against the concrete was deafening.

You look nice, he offered.

Hm.

He laughed, and she whipped her head towards him, wondering what was so funny. He didn’t offer any explanation, however, and her pride didn’t allow her to ask for one.

He opened the passenger door of his car for her, and she narrowed her eyes at him. He winked and shut the door after she hopped in. The fresh smell of the interior of his car was overpowering.

Is this a new car?

No, he answered. I just got it detailed. I get a discount on that kind of thing from work. Plus, I sell this type of car, so I’m always advertising.

"You’re a car salesman." Her lip curled.

Yeah, he laughed. What do you do?

I’m a fortune teller.

"Ha ha, no really. Do you work?"

"Yes, really, I’m a fortune teller. Feel free to ask the neighbors. She waved her hand idly. I prefer the term ‘diviner,’ actually, but humans don’t know what that means, so."

He grinned broadly. "I have heard quite a bit about you from the neighbors. And they did say that, but I didn’t take it seriously."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. This was a boring conversation, so far.

"So are you like that lady on TV or whatever? Like you can see dead