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First Kiss of Freedom by Guest Author Nichole Wolfe

10/22/2018

 

The Whitemoon Warriors Series Book #1 ​

Coming October 30, 2018
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​Centuries of waiting...

For four hundred years, Charlie Matthews has waited for his revenge, becoming the very creature he seeks to destroy. When he finally returns to his Maker’s mansion, he knows the time is close. And only one thing stands between what he wants, and what he never knew he needed.

Leads to a single moment… 

On Nessie Robinson’s eighteenth birthday, she gets an unexpected surprise. Her ex-best friend. Emphasis on “ex.” Since he left ten years ago, she’s had to deal with the overbearing power of their Master. With his return comes tragedy, and feelings she doesn’t want to face. But every moment makes them harder to ignore.

That changes everything

With one bite, Charlie and Nessie are forced to run for their lives. Leaving behind everything they’ve known, fighting for survival, freedom, and a chance at a future neither of them ever imagined. 
Excerpt:

I hate this room.  Nessie dragged her feet through the door and entered her least favorite place on the entire estate.  The white furniture and rugs only served to make her more anxious.  One little accident, which would, of course, be her fault, and she’d spend the next several hours on her hands and knees scrubbing the entire room.

“Don’t slouch, Vanessa,” her mother chided from behind her.  

She narrowed her eyes, ready to stick out her tongue at her mother until Master entered the room.  Immediately lowering her gaze to the floor, the two of them bowed their heads as he passed them.  She noticed a second pair of feet cross in front of her vision a few moments after and her stomach cramped.  Logan, the younger male who usually fed from her, had wandering hands and a penchant for sinking his teeth to the bone.  Vampires were assholes like that.

“C’mon, I haven’t got all day!” Master bellowed as he lounged on the sofa across the room.

She scrambled over to sit on the cushion beside Logan, her eyes focusing on her fiddling hands in her lap.  Any moment now he’d snatch up her wrist and dig his ugly fangs into her vein.  Her breaths came unevenly, her heart racing, her body bracing for the coming pain.  

“You seem uneasy,” the man next to her said.  

Her breath hitched as her gaze shot up.  Not Logan.  Definitely not Logan.  That face, like a distant memory, yet so familiar.   It was him.  The vampire she had once called friend.  Best friend, if she was being honest with herself.  Before he disappeared on her, never to be seen or heard from for the last ten years.  The one who’d left her here to rot like a forgotten piece of garbage.  Vampires were assholes like that.

“It’s alright,” he said, reaching for her hand, which she snatched out of reach without a thought.  

His eyebrows raised in surprise.  

Shit.  Slaves don’t behave like that.  Your hand isn’t your hand when you’re a slave.  She slowly held out her hand, staring at him.  His face was exactly as she remembered.  Dark, stormy eyes under thick brows that matched his perfectly styled black hair.  His nose slightly veered to one side, and his lips were a tad too big for his face. 

He glanced down at her offered hand.  “Are you sure?  You don’t seem like you want me to,” he asked, shocking the shit out of her.  She wouldn’t be surprised if her jaw just fell off her face. 

“Are you daft, man?  You don’t ask her permission.  She’s a fucking slave, for gods’ sake!  What did those council members teach you!”  Master’s eyes landed on her, and her body froze.  “Come here, girl,” he commanded in a low tone that made her knees wobble as she crossed the room.  Shit, now she’d done it.  You couldn’t just hand over your hand like a good little slave, could ya, Ness?

As soon as she was within reach, he snatched her arm.  She could already feel it bruising beneath his grasp.  He yanked her down onto the unoccupied cushion, his other hand gripping her thigh to hold her in place.  As his fangs jabbed into her wrist, she yelped.  Even Logan’s bite had never been that bad.  Like someone jabbing a needle into your vein and twisting.  She clenched her teeth as Master took long, painful pulls.   Don’t cry.  Tears are weakness.  Thankfully, it didn’t last long.

When Master released her, he shoved her off the couch.  She landed on her ass on the pristine white rug.  Son of a bitch!  Now, there was a big red mark on the floor.  “There.  That’s how it’s done, boy!”

She risked a glance up at Charlie’s face. He seemed perfectly calm except for the slight ticking in his jaw.  Was he upset at her ill-treatment?  Or was it just a muscle spasm?  Probably the latter.  He hadn’t cared the last ten years, why care now, right?

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