QSFer Katze Snow has a new MM paranormal book out:
A world of intrigue. A life of lies. A future of sacrifice.
Vincent Hudson is a vampire hunter, and his life is about to be ruined.
When a hunting trip ends in tragedy, he is forced to do the unthinkable—seek refuge in Sanctuary Hope, where each family must nominate a member to the city council. But there is a catch.
In exchange for refuge, the nominees are turned into bloodslaves for an elite chain of vampires, and unaware of the gut-wrenching reality, Vincent nominates himself. He only wanted to save his group.
Now, a life of captivity and war await him…
Bloodstream Book One
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Vincent remained stagnant. He had only two options now. Attack the bloodsucker and doom the rest of his group or bide his time until he contacted Cadmus.
Good things come to those who wait.
“Wise decision,” Maddox regarded as Vincent sat at the end of the table. He claimed the seat opposite him and reached for a decanter brimming with dark-red blood. “You are not a beast, and I will not be treating you as such. Do no harm, no harm will come to you or your group. Do you understand me?”
Vincent nodded. Once.
“Then let’s go over the basics, shall we?” Maddox poured a generous amount of blood into his wineglass and lifted. “You will address me as your Sir at all times. You will obey my every order. You will not question, resist, or sully any of that which I demand of you.”
Vincent’s neck stiffened at the words, but he knew better than to voice what he really wanted to say.
He had to think of his group.
“Now repeat the contract rules for me. I want to see that you know your place and I needn’t remind you of it. Should I have to… Well, we will not come to that, now will we?” He took a sip from his glass, silver eyes pressed on Vincent. “Go.”
Vincent gritted his teeth. “My sponsor and I are bound for eternity.”
“My sponsor will decide who and what I am.”
“My former life no longer exists.”
“I am at my sponsor’s mercy; they may do with me as they see fit.”
“The last one?”
Vincent gulped, the words catching in his throat. “I must always obey my sponsor.”
Trouble was, he hadn’t known his sponsor would be a vampire.
“From now on, Vincent, your life is hinged to my own. My demands of you, my rules, are my reputation. They all rely on how you and I work together. After all, that is what Project Caine is about. It benefits the both of us.”
“Benefits? Reputation?” Vincent snarled, this time unable to restrain himself. “Your entire reputation is built on lies. Sir.”
Maddox’s gaze darkened, and his eyes narrowed into thin slivers of ice. “You see lies, Dusk Hunter, whereas I see reality. Claim of me what you will. At the end of the day, your only purpose in life is to please me.”
“Then what would please you, Sir?”
The question hung in the air, seemingly catching Maddox off-guard. For a moment, his features were unchecked and his forehead wrinkled in surprise. Then just like that, he wiped his face clean of emotion.
“Why, to satiate my sinister hunger, of course.” He devoured the last droplet of blood.
Vincent chose his next words wisely. “What if I disobeyed you? What then, Sir?”
Maddox stretched up from the table and, in one invisibly swift movement, he grabbed the bucket of ice. Vincent watched him pour the wine into a tall crystal glass, the contents, thankfully, white.
“I will never raise a hand to you, for I have no such desire. Should you disobey me, however, I will ensure your group is left with nothing. Every decision you make from here on will dictate your quality of life. Please me, you and your group will live like Gods. Similarly, displease me at any given moment, I will treat you all like the slave you claim to be. Their fate lies in your hands, just like yours lies within mine.”
He prowled toward Vincent, extended the glass, and the air between them thickened.
Vincent eyed the object with utter disdain. He could see his own reflection staring back at him, on the brink of destruction, and yet the vampire’s reflection remained to be seen.
While their reflections were known to shimmer against glass objects, the wineglass displayed nothing, which meant one thing.
Maddox Caine was a First Born vampire. An ancient. The worstof his kind.
He shot his hand out and smacked the object from Maddox. The glass shattered against the wall and puddled on the ornate floor.
Revenge sprang Vincent forward, barreling him into Maddox with every fiber of his being.
Their bodies collided and tumbled onto the floor.
Vincent grabbed on to Maddox’s windpipe and clenched his fingers.
The vampire afforded him a dry smile, though no signs of discomfort arose. If anything, he appeared to be enjoying it; his fangs sliced over his bottom lip, and his cheeks spread into a manic smile.
Vincent pressed down harder, his thighs straddling the beast, but no matter how fervently he strangled him, the vampire did not appear to weaken. He tackled a different weakness instead and seized one of his arms. He twisted the limb behind his back and held him in a practiced hold.
“I know what you are!” Vincent’s saliva spat through the air, landing on Maddox’s neck. “I’ve been hunting you scum my entire fucking life. You think I didn’t know the moment you stepped in here? I could smell you like a pile of shit dumped out in the sun. You repulse me.”
The body underneath him remained motionless. Then, after a sigh: “Are you quite finished, Vincent? I hadn’t done speaking yet.”
Vincent glared at the back of his skull with long-lashed hatred. “Don’t you understand? I could kill you. Right here, right now, I could snap your neck like a twig and rip your head off before you could even blink, and there ain’t a damn thing you could do about it, you piece of shit.”
He tightened his hold again, and something popped. He had snapped the vampire’s wrist, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to hear him scream, beg, wail forhim to stop. Then, as quickly as the longing surfaced, their roles were reversed.
Maddox pinned Vincent to the wall and twisted his arm behind his back. His hot breath rushed down Vincent’s neck, and pain stabbed at his skull.
“Now that you have made your motives quite clear, how about I confess my own?”
Vincent’s eyes rolled to the side, his teeth grinding against the pain.
With a smile, Maddox rotated his broken wrist, and the bone snapped back into place. He didn’t even fucking blink.
“You are going to sit over there and enjoy the nice meal I had prepared for you, then you will listen to every word I have to say. Remember your decisions merely reflect how you, and your group, will be treated within my city. Now sit the fuck back down, or I will drag you over there and you will regret it.”
Vincent’s eyes latched on to Maddox like a feral beast, just waiting for the moment to pounce again. But the word group kept him at bay. He wanted revenge but he’d have to think of a better way to get it.
“Now, where was I?” Maddox dusted an elegant hand down his suit. “Oh, yes. Sit. Back. Down!”
After leaving school and renting a crummy flat at sixteen, Katze Snow now lives in Scotland with her wolf-dog and kitty. When she’s not writing or listening to music, she works for a top-secret, underground organization, but shh, it’s a secret. She finally published her debut novel in 2016.
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