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The Recruit Book Six EBOOK

The Recruit Book Six EBOOK

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The final battle begins.

Hannah has spent years battling vampires to avenge her sister’s death and protect the lives of friends and family.  With her mate at her side, they’ve battled countless threats from the blood sucking leeches.

But the vampire uprising is relentless.

With the ancient and powerful, Calissa, creating more deadly beasts daily, Hannah and the recruits are slowly losing the war.

Until fate brings a gift - Nathaniel, a priest turned vampire. 

Nathaniel may have been Calissa’s second in command, but with his soul restored and the love of former stripper, Clementine, he’s determined to help the recruits destroy Calissa and forever end the uprising.

Dangers lurk around every corner, and as the final battle descends on them, Hannah, Will, and the recruits must fight for their lives… and all of humanity.



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“I need you to work another few hours.”

She turned and clutched her robe closed when Terry’s gaze dropped to her tits. “I’ve been working since five. My shift is done.”

“Too fucking bad, Amber. We just got in a shitload of customers, and a few of them want some girls for private dances.”

“No,” she said. One of the new girls, Samantha, slipped by her. She was wearing a teeny blue bikini top that barely covered her giant breasts, a cowboy hat, and a pair of ass-less chaps. As she walked by Terry, he reached down and goosed her, wheezing laughter when she jumped and made a startled shriek.

She scurried away as a booming voice said, “Next up on the stage is Samantha. She’s a feisty little cowgirl looking for a cowboy to ride. Give her a hand, boys!”

The scattered applause was light and apathetic.

She scowled at Terry. “I’m tired, and I want to go home.”

“Like I said, too fucking bad. Both Dana and Goldie called in sick. Get your ass to the private room with Lisa and Jolene or you’re fucking fired. You get me?”

She nodded, trying not to flinch when Terry touched her long blonde hair. “You’ve been working here long enough to know how this works, little girl. If you’re nice to Terry, Terry’ll be nice to you. He reached down to cup her breast through her robe and she shoved his hand away.

“Don’t touch me.”

He glared at her before smoothing his shirt down over his belly. “You think you’re fucking better than the other girls? You’re not. You’re trash, just like them, and sooner or later you’ll be begging me for this.” He grabbed his crotch and thrust it obscenely at her.

“Touch me again and you’ll regret it.” She tried to sound authoritative, tried to mask the fear in her voice, but she must have done a piss-poor job of it, because Terry just grinned at her. She recoiled at the sight of his rotting teeth, and his grin grew wider.

“Like I said, sooner or later, bitch.”

He walked out of the dressing room, and she slumped against the wall. Her pulse was racing, and her breath was coming in harsh gaps. She wiped away the sweat on her forehead and reapplied her lipstick before leaving the dressing room and heading toward the private dance rooms.

She slipped inside the biggest one. Lisa and Jolene were already there, both of them naked except for tiny thongs. Three men were standing on the far side of the room, all of them tall and broad and weirdly pale. A trickle of apprehension slid down her back when the biggest of them turned to stare at her. He was dark-haired with light blue eyes and when he smiled at her, her apprehension grew. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that clung to his muscular frame.

Please don’t let him pick me, please don’t let him pick me, she thought.

She took off her robe and hung it on the hook next to Lisa and Jolene’s. She was wearing the same tiny thong that the other girls wore, but she could have been naked for all she cared. After three years of stripping, she had no qualms about being naked in front of anyone.

Lisa put her hands on her hips, legs posed seductively as she smiled at the impossibly handsome men. “Good evening, boys. Before we get started, please remember the golden rule – no touching during the lap dance. Is everyone clear on that?”

The three men nodded, and she took a deep breath and followed Lisa and Jolene to the three men. Jolene stopped in front of the biggest one, and her heart sank when he shook his head and pointed at her.

“Amber,” Jolene said in a sweet baby-girl voice, “this handsome fella wants you.”

She pasted a smile on her face and followed him as he walked to one of the leather couches in the room. He sat down and as music drifted out of the speakers attached to the walls, she turned and backed up between his spread legs. She closed her eyes and floated away on the music, moving on instinct and muscle memory as she rubbed and gyrated her ass against the man’s crotch. She could feel his dick hardening and she circled faster, arching her back and lifting her hair up with her hands before staring over her shoulder. She gave him a seductive smile and ran her tongue along her bottom lip.

Every move she made was exaggerated and aimed to tease and torment. Normally by now, the men were starting to move on the couch, thrusting their pelvis up to try to maintain contact. This man though… he still hadn’t moved, his hands resting at his side, his body relaxed on the couch. If he didn’t have an erection, she would have thought he wasn’t affected at all.

She turned and straddled him, letting her pussy rest against his cock as she shook her hair back and arched her spine. Her breasts were average size, Terry had been on her the last four months to consider getting implants, but they were round and full and perkier than most of the girls’ in the club. She cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples until they were hard. She pinched them, and the man grinned a little. His teeth were incredibly white and even, and a trickle of fear went down her spine.

“What’s your name, pretty one?” The man’s voice was deep and weirdly melodic.

She swallowed, her fingers still stroking her nipples, and said, “Amber.”

There was a low moan from behind her. She looked over her shoulder, her brow wrinkling. Lisa was allowing the man to touch her. His hands were on her ass and he was dry humping her as he sucked on her nipples. Lisa’s head was tilted back and she had a look of pure pleasure on her face. As she watched, the man nuzzled her neck and what looked like blood dripped down her neck.

“What?” She whispered. “Lisa, why…”

Jolene’s sharp cry made her swing her gaze to the left. Jolene’s thong was gone, and she was riding the man’s cock with reckless inhibition as he sucked greedily at her neck. Her eyes widened. They never fucked the customers. At least not in the damn club. If Terry found out, he’d kill Jolene. She had to stop her, she had to…

“Amber, look at me.”

His low voice demanded obedience. She turned and stared into the man’s gaze. Those incredibly light blue eyes were sending a weird weakness stealing through her limbs. He cupped the back of her skull and she smiled. He was cold, so very cold, but she suddenly craved his touch.

“Amber.” He pressed his icy lips against her mouth. She moaned and parted her lips, sucking eagerly at his tongue when he slipped it into her mouth.

She rubbed against his dick, kissing him with growing desire as he cupped her breast and played with her nipple. His frigid, rough hand felt incredible and she arched her back, silently begging for more.

He pulled back and she stared at his fangs in fascination. They were long and sharp, and why hadn’t she noticed them before?

“Tell me your real name, pretty one,” he whispered.

Her head swayed on her neck like a flower on a delicate stalk. He pinched her nipple, sending pain and pleasure through her. “Your real name, little one.”

“Clementine,” she whispered.

“Clementine,” he repeated. “A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

“What’s yours?” Her voice sounded like it was coming from a great distance. She tried to focus, tried to stare at something other than his face, but she couldn’t look away.

He smiled at her and threaded his hand into her hair. “My name is Nathaniel.”

“Nice to meet you, Nathaniel.” She licked her lips as her head fell back again.

“It is lovely to meet you, Clementine. You taste so sweet.” He pressed another kiss against her mouth.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I would like to fuck you. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” she said immediately. She ground her pussy against his dick. “Please fuck me. Please fuck me right now.”

She tried to claw open his jeans and he caught her hands. “Not yet, pretty one.”

“Please,” she whined. “Please I need it.”

“You will have it soon.” He nuzzled her neck. “But first, one small drink to see if you really do taste as sweet as I hope.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

He pulled her head back, and she clutched at him as he licked and sucked on her neck. When his fangs sunk into her vein, there was only the briefest moment of pain before…bliss. She rubbed herself against him as he sucked at her neck. She was starting to feel a little lightheaded, but she rocked harder against him. Her orgasm was so close, she could…

The man pulled away from her as the door to the room swung open. He hissed and shoved her to the floor. He jumped to his feet and she gasped in horror when he made a loud grunt and the handle of a knife appeared in his chest. He touched the handle before stumbling back and falling to the floor.

The small dark-haired woman who had thrown the knife made a birdlike cry of satisfaction. Another woman carrying…Jesus, were those swords?... raced across the room as the two remaining men jumped to their feet.

Clementine stared in utter shock as, with a quick flick of her wrist, the woman beheaded the first man with the sword in her right hand. The sword in her left hand thrust through the second man’s chest and he made a gurgling noise of pain as blood spurted out of his mouth.

She pulled her sword free, and Clementine made a soft squeal of surprise when both men burst into ash.

“What the hell?” She whispered as she scrambled back against the wall. She crossed her arms over her breasts, staring wide-eyed at the two women. Lisa and Jolene were both lying on the floor, and the dark-haired woman knelt and pressed her fingers against Lisa’s neck and then Jolene’s.

A blond man carrying a gun stepped into the room. He was covered in ash and blood, and he shook his head. “What a fucking shitstorm out there. Nine goddamn vampires and not a single one of them yearlings. They were fucking fast.”

“You okay?” The sword-carrying woman asked.

“Yeah. One of them tried to bite me, but Selena pumped it full of sunshine. Will’s killing the last two of them. How many in here?”

“Three,” the woman said. “Are the women alive, Olivia?”

Olivia shook her head, and the woman cursed before squatting in front of Clementine. She stared wide eyed at the woman, making a soft whimper as she stared at the blood-covered swords.

“We won’t hurt you. My name is Hannah. What’s yours?”

“Clementine,” she whispered.

“Okay. Listen, I know this is weird, but…”

“Hey, Hannah?”

“What, Reid?”

“You sure that guy’s a fanger? He hasn’t turned to ash.”

Hannah stood and stared at the man lying on the floor. “Shit.”

“Oh my God, please tell me I didn’t kill a human.” The girl named Olivia moved with shocking speed toward Nathaniel.

Hannah stared down at Clementine, her eyes going wide when she saw the drying blood on her neck. “Olivia! Get back! He’s a fucking vamp – get back!”

Olivia stumbled back, but Nathaniel had already jumped to his feet. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her into his embrace, plucking the knife from his chest and dropping it to the floor. “You should always aim for the heart, pretty one.”

He plunged his fangs into Olivia’s pale throat and drank greedily. Hannah and Reid ran toward them, but Nathaniel was already pushing Olivia away. He wiped at the blood on his lips before staring at her. “What? What are you?”

She bared her fangs at him, and he blinked in surprise. “What the fuck?”

Clementine cried out when Nathaniel’s eyes rolled up in his head. He dropped to the floor, his entire body convulsing as foam bubbled out from between his lips.

The woman named Hannah paid no attention to him as she grabbed Olivia’s arm and pulled her closer. “Olivia, are you okay?”

“Yeah. Sorry, I fucked up. I missed the heart, and I let him bite me.”

“It’s okay.”

Reid joined them and nudged Nathaniel’s convulsing body with his foot. “Now what?”

“We wait for him to turn and then we bring him back to the facility,” Hannah said.

Clementine climbed shakily to her feet. She inched toward the doorway, stopping and staring in terrified silence at the giant of a man who appeared in the doorway. He was completely naked, and she stared at his rock hard abs before her gaze dropped to his considerable dick.

“You know, we should do all our hunting in strip joints. Old naked fur face over there actually blends in.”

“Shut up, Reid,” the man growled. “Who is this?”

“Clementine,” Hannah said.

“What happened?” The naked man stepped into the room, and Clementine made a terrified squeak and stumbled away.

“Clementine, sit down,” Hannah said.

She sank into the couch obediently. Her hands were trembling and she tucked them into her armpits as the woman named Olivia brought her a robe. “Here, honey. Put this on.”

She was shaking too badly to do it herself, but Olivia helped her into it and then tied it closed for her.

“What happened?” The man asked again.

“This one bit Olivia. We’re waiting for him to turn.”

“Shit,” the man said. “Jordan’s gonna flip.”

“Probably,” Reid said cheerfully. “But, what’s the harm of having another -”

“He’s coming to,” Hannah said.

Clementine watched as Hannah helped Nathaniel sit up. He wiped the foam and blood from his mouth and stared at her in mute surprise.

“My name is Hannah. What’s yours?”

“Nathaniel,” he whispered. “I – what’s happening?”

“Do you know what you are?” Hannah said.

Nathaniel stared at them, his gaze landing on Clementine last. Confusion crossed his face, and he stared down at himself before touching his blood-soaked t-shirt.

“Yes,” he whispered. “I am a priest.”

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