Goddess of Strength

I’ve always been a little different from the other women that I’ve met. Dainty, filled with pomp and wearing the least amount of clothes possible are what I come in contact with each day. Me, I wear jeans and a tank with a hoodie to cover myself. I’m not dainty in the least. When I’m not out in the field working on heavy machinery, I’m helping my mother on our farm. We’re all that’s left of a dwindling race of farmers. 
My mother does the books, and I do all of the heavy lifting. There’s no pomp in me. I love to help people, give my time to those that are less fortunate. But what really gets me are the girls in town that look down on any of us that aren’t wearing red sole pumps with our assets hanging out for the world to see. I have to deal with their daddies everyday in my line of work and when they see me, of course they want to know more of what’s under the hoodie.
It’s no different with the men on the new crew I’m now with, but their boss, he’s a different story. He doesn’t want my body, or my skills, there’s something else he’s after that I can’t figure out.
Staring up at the red haze surrounding the blood moon while trying to calm down from another horrid interaction with that man, my mind starts to twist, the pain of my scar on the back of my neck searing like a brand. Memories of another world, another lifetime flood my mind and I cry out in not only shock, but pain. I’m not simply, Beth from small town Texas. I’m Nika… Goddess of Strength. My life, my loves and my sisters, all cursed for our own reasons, nonetheless, cursed. I have to find my bonded before time runs out, and I’m once again ignorant to my past, and without my powers. Time isn’t on my side, and there are worlds between where I can feel my heart has been torn from each of my loves. 
There’s just one problem, my new employer isn’t who he seems, and getting away from him, knowing what he can do to me if he finds out my memories are back… Let’s just say, it’s a battle I can’t win, not alone.