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Amara Dey’s

Decagon Series

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The Series

These stories are set on present day Earth, and the fictional world of Decagon. My main characters are inspired by the deities of Santeria mythology, with my own twist on their magical abilities.There are brave heroes, wicked villains, vicious monsters, exciting battles, and daring escapes. And of course, steamy romance.
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No Mere Mortal – Chapter One

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The mirror behind the bar reflected the familiar figure of her ex, and Venus’ stomach lurched.

Loud music and voices around her faded away and blasted back. She abandoned her rum and coke on the counter and hurried toward the cloakroom to collect her coat and bag. A firm hand rested on her shoulder and stopped her in her tracks.

“Why are you leaving early?” The voice belonged to Marco, her best friend and teaching partner.

“I’m beat,” she said, keeping her back to him.

“Liar liar, pants on fire.”

“Don’t be childish.” Venus swung to face him.

“Well,” Marco said in a mix of apology and self-defense. “What’s going on with you? You’re never tired when salsa music’s playing.”

Venus gave Marco a pained look, broke eye contact, and hung her head.

“Pedro’s turned up with his latest bird.” The words fell from her mouth, choked with emotion.

“This isn’t an exclusive club. He can go wherever he pleases.” Marco shrugged his shoulders. “And you shouldn’t scurry away. Say hello, smile, and leave.”

“I can’t, M, I can’t.” Venus slanted her body away from Marco.

“Look, it’s been six months since you guys split. Come with me to see my godfather. He’ll make you forget the Colombian idiot.”

“You know I’m not into your Santeria beliefs, Marco,” Venus said, making eye contact again.

“Oh, ye of little faith.” Marco shook his head at her. “I’ll give you a ride. Wait a minute while I fetch my gear.”

Venus leaned sideways and noticed a slim brunette hovering behind them.

“I think you’re wanted elsewhere.”

Venus grinned up at her friend, who twisted around and recognized his latest female conquest.

“Right. Do you mind if I don’t drop you home tonight?” Marco turned back to Venus.

“No, you guys enjoy yourselves.”

“And you take care. I’ll see you at our next class.”

Marco kissed Venus on her cheek before he gave the hoverer his full attention. Venus watched them walk onto the dance floor and smiled. What a Casanova. Cuban born, Marco practised his homeland’s indigenous faith, the worship of Orisha deities. Marco’s godfather, a Santeria priest, offered many spiritual services. In her case he’d ask the deity, Orisha Idowu, to remove her sadness. Marco believed these rituals worked. Venus didn’t. She needed to leave right away. Pedro out of her sight removed him from her mind.

Venus exited the popular Latin nightclub and strode toward the nearest tube station, hurt that Pedro turned up with a gorgeous date, and furious he spoiled her fun evening. The DJ spun a sweet medley of tunes after lessons ended, and club goers took over the floor. She always danced salsa with them, but not tonight.
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