A Mate for York (The Program Book 1)

by Hartnady, Charlene

  Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Serial Part 1-6

  This bestselling serial is available in a complete bundle

  Series reading order:

  1# Chosen by the Vampire Kings (6 part serial)

  2# Stolen by the Alpha Wolf (3 part serial)

  3# Unlikely Mates (3 part serial)

  4# Awakened by the Vampire Prince (3 part serial)

  All parts are available in Kindle Unlimited at this time

  Demon Chaser Series: (No cliffhangers)

  Book 1 Omega

  Book 2 Alpha

  Book 3 Hybrid

  Book 4 Skin

  Demon Chaser Boxed Set Book 1-3

  Tall. Dark. Deadly. Sizzling paranormal stories filled to the brim with hot alpha males and the strong, feisty women that manage to tame them.

  Demon Chasers…Protectors of humanity. Sworn to uphold the peace. Oath bound to keep the existence of demons a secret.

  OMEGA

  Demon Chaser Cole rescues Katy from the claws of the Alpha of a resident demon wolf pack. Hunted by Bain and his pack, Cole must try and find out why the werewolves are willing to risk a long standing agreement with the Demon Chasers in order to have her. Bain is a cruel SOB who’s had run-ins with the Demon Control Agency before so whatever the reason, it’s sure to be depraved.

  The Chaser suspects that Katy is not as innocent as she seems. Cole had better unravel this mystery fast because the shifters are closing in and more importantly, the longer he’s with Katy the more impossible he finds it to resist her.

  ALPHA

  Gray, a newly appointed Alpha and half blood demon wolf, can only turn during a full moon. With only three days before the next cycle, time is running out to convince the highest ranking female wolf to become his mate. Success will see him become a full blood. Failure will spell his death. It is only a matter of time before the challenges start coming in.

  Ashlyn, a hard ass Demon Chaser just happens to be human and the pack’s newest resident. She’s there on Demon Control Agency business. Her attraction for the new Alpha can’t be allowed to stand in her way, after all, Gray is already taken. More importantly, she has a serial killer to catch, and then she needs to get the heck out of wolfville.

  For both their sakes…

  HYBRID

  Ever since the experiments a few months ago, Brice has something inside of her. Something bad. It wants her to do violent, horrific things. She must fight it… has to try and stay in control.

  The thing inside her calms the moment she meets Garrett. Her relief is fleeting because Garrett is a Demon Chaser, he works for the very agency trying to exterminate her.

  Garrett must turn the hybrid in. She’s a vicious, dangerous creature that deserves to be put to death. Why then is she in such control? Why is he feeling things for her that he really shouldn’t? Surely his premonition about her must be true?

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  Excerpt

  Demon Chaser: Skin

  Chapter 1

  The dark closed in from all sides like thick black smoke. An impenetrable wall. Gaby couldn’t remember a time when it had been so dark that she found herself tripping over her own feet. Not even on a moonless night. But maybe it was the panic doing strange things to her.

  What scared her the most was that she never panicked. Like, not once in her whole life. It was like an icy cold fist had grabbed a hold of one of her hearts and refused to let go, which resulted in the organs having to beat twice as fast but with much less strength. Her breathing was sharp and choppy, making her feel slightly faint. To make things worse, there was a not entirely sane sounding voice resonating inside her head that repeatedly shrieked for her to keep running.

  There were brutal killers on her tail, which was exactly what she had wanted. Gaby was fully prepared for this, she excelled in one to one combat training. Had taken out much worse with one hand tied behind her back. Literally. With many frustrating, boring weeks behind her, she should’ve been enjoying herself.

  Rising to the occasion, damn it.

  Instead, she tripped for the umpteenth time and landed face first in the dirt. It hurt. She touched her fingers to her chin and pulled them away, barely able to make out her hand which she knew would be smeared with blood. Maybe she’d been trapped in this human skin for too long and it was starting to affect her. Making her weak.

  Why had she left her gun at the apartment? It was company policy to always carry your assigned firearm when on a mission. She should’ve been fired for the amount of times she’d given the bird to company policy, but damn, she wished she’d stayed in line just this once. Hell, she had only left the apartment to walk a half a block to the local Seven Eleven. Sure it was late, but it was a great part of town and she was a Demon Chaser. She could handle anything. To become a part of the Demon Control Agency you either had to be born into it or fight your way in.

  Blood. Sweat. Tears.

  Mostly blood and lots of it. Gaby was the first and last of her kind ever to make it. She was hardcore, she was badass. She was so dead since her wobbling legs could barely hold her to stand let alone drag her any further.

  She turned to face the men who chased her. The bloods were just toying with her. They could’ve had her immediately. The chase was so much more fun for them though.

  Bracing her legs, she thought to herself that it was good that she now found herself in a part of the alley that was lit by a nearby streetlamp. At least she could see. Since when did she need light to see?

  There were three of them, all demon bloods, she guessed them to be fifty or sixty years of age. Barely shaving yet. She took a deep breath. The cold fist clenched tighter in her chest as the bloods moved closer. The biggest of the three stepped in ahead of the rest, he tilted his head and sniffed the air.

  “Mmmm...smells good.”

  What looked like the youngest smirked. “What does? Her blood or her pussy?”

  “Both. The sweet, sweet scent of human blood and that musky, tangy scent of”—he licked his lips—“pussy. I’m not sure which one I want first.”

  This made no sense, now that they were this close they should be able to smell that she was a skin shifter.

  “Well, I hate to disappoint but I’m not a human and if you think you’re getting anywhere near me you’re sadly mistaken,” her voice was surprisingly strong. To make matters worse, they didn’t seem to recognize her, so they couldn’t be the demons that had raped and murdered Macy. The whole reason she was on this mission in the first place was to get the bastards that were responsible.

  All three laughed. The bigger one spoke again, obviously the ringleader. “You are definitely human and so screwed, you have no idea. This is going to go down one of two ways”—he held up two fingers—“you stay calm and relaxed. We can all mess around for a while. We will bite but it’s going to feel oh so good for all of us—you included.” He paused, “Or, you can try and fight. Now, there’s nothing that turns a vampire on more than a good old fight. We’ll fuck harder and suck harder and I can’t guarantee that you’ll survive. Which is it to be?” His eyes gleamed.

  “Listen dickhead. I also have two things for you, firstly I’m not human and secondly I’m a Demon fucking Control Agent so get the fuck away from me.” She’d never felt fear, yet knew she was experiencing it right now. It was a feeling that she never wanted to have again. These three demons were sick bastards, they needed to be exterminated. Jerks like this were the very reason she’d joined the agency in the first place. Most species of demon were stronger than humans and could therefore easily dominate and hurt them. These young bucks needed to be taught a serious lesson.

  Her legs still wobbled though and her chin burned where she had scraped it. To add to that, she needed a streetlight to be able to see and the demon bloods w
ere still convinced that she was a human. Gaby was in serious trouble, all of her demon senses seemed to have abandoned her. Chances were good that her strength would fail her too, but damn it she would fight them to the death. Her only hope was that they killed her before getting their dicks or their fangs anywhere near her.

  “Oh shit, Ed. I don’t know about doing a Chaser. This could have repercussions,” said the demon blood that had been silent up until now.

  “Listen to your friend, turn around and walk away.”

  “And what? You’ll forget all about us. Won’t remember what we look like or that my name is Ed?” The ringleader scowled at his buddy as he said his own name. “Nah, remember I gave you two choices, looks like that privilege has just been revoked. Good news boys, we can be as rough as we want. I’m going first.” He stepped towards her and snarled revealing long deadly fangs, the sound of a zipper being opened drew her eyes to his pants. His erect cock jutted forward. “No drinking until after we’ve all had a chance to fuck her. Don’t want to kill her by accident.”

  A scream built inside her as she turned to run. A large hand clamped over her mouth. Gaby tried hard to bite, but the fucker was too quick. The other two flanked her, grabbing her by her upper arms with their vicelike grips. Within a blink, they had her slammed up against a dumpster on the far side of the alley. Out of sight, in the shadows. Gaby screamed into the hand because it hurt like a bitch, but also because as hard as she tried she couldn’t move. She clamped her legs shut even though it seemed futile.

  “Pull her back a bit, I want at those tits she’s been flashing.” It was the ringleader that spoke. She’d remember his voice. Right now she was in survival mode and would do anything to stay alive just to be able to get these sons of bitches later.

  What Ed had referred to as flashing was a jogging top which had a built in bra. Sure it was tight, showed off maybe an inch of cleavage but it could hardly be called sexy. It was practical. The two guys pulled her back a few inches so that the dickhead about to rape her could fit his hand between her and the dumpster.

  He squeezed her breast. “Nice, seriously big and they’re real. Andy, keep a hold of her but take her mouth as well please. I’m going to need both hands.”

  At least he was being polite about the whole thing. Would he say thank you after he finished fucking her? The guy on her right slid his hand in the place of Ed’s before she could manage to make a single sound, let alone scream. The fuckers were fast.

  There was a sound of ripping and the cool evening air touched her now completely exposed chest. Using both hands, Ed cupped both her breasts squeezing hard. She screamed but it sounded muffled and ineffective against the tight hand. Her eyes grew hazy and wet drops cascaded down her cheeks. Her nose was running. So this is what it feels like to cry. She didn’t like it. Gaby grit her teeth until she tasted blood and forced herself to stop. Even when Ed squeezed and rolled her nipples to the point where she thought they might tear off, she managed to keep her emotions under control. They were going to do this whether she liked it or not. She’d be damned if she would give them the pleasure of seeing her lose it.

  “Quit playing with her, Ed. Fuck her already. I don’t like this one bit.”

  “You’re such a pussy, Garrick. It’s not very often a man gets to touch tits of this quality. I just hope her pussy is nice and tight. Let’s find out.” He opened the top button of her jeans and pulled her zipper down. The realization of what was about to happen truly hit as he started to pull her pants down. The bastard was a true sadist because he took his time doing it. One torturous inch at a time.

  “I think the lady isn’t interested,” soft spoken, evenly delivered, the newcomer sounded deadly.

  More than likely a human who would be dead within the next few seconds. She couldn’t allow herself to feel hope. There was definitely something seriously wrong with her because she couldn’t scent...anything. Yeah sure, she could smell the cloying scent of garbage, she could smell the males surrounding her. The problem was that she couldn’t smell anything beyond the surface, like the fact that the males were demon bloods. They should smell distinctly like their demon species, but didn’t. Gaby had no idea if the newcomer was demon or human. She should be able to tell.

  “Get lost puppy, this is no concern of yours.” Ed could care less about the newcomer, he even took her pants down another inch. Any further and there would be nothing left to the imagination. “A lone demon wolf is no match for three bloods so get your tail between your legs and fuck off.”

  “I said she’s not interested, so best you get your filthy hands off her,” still softly spoken, but even more deadly. This time she did feel hope unfurl but the ringleader was right, one demon wolf was no match for three bloods. At least he wasn’t a human.

  “Garrick, you hold the girl while Andy and I take care of this.”

  The hand left her mouth and Garrick took hold of both her arms. Gaby managed to turn her head enough to see the profile of the newcomer and sent up a silent prayer of thanks. He was a big SOB. Hopefully brute strength would be enough to take out the bloods.

  There was a cracking sound and a distinct tearing of clothes, the already big silhouette grew even larger. The newcomer was erupting, his demon wolf taking over. Even though he could become a wolf, he only partially shifted staying somewhere between wolf and man.

  Andy went at the wolf and was rewarded with a long clawed swipe that had him flying. Ed was much quicker, he ducked and managed to get in two solid punches before gracefully side-stepping another swipe. He got in three more punches and crouched, easily missing another slow punch. The demon wolf seemed to not feel the blood’s punches. The wolf swiped again but this time when the ringleader ducked, the wolf took advantage stepping in and side-kicked him in the knee. There was a crunching sound and the blood’s leg bent the wrong way at the joint. Ed screamed.

  Hissing and snarling, Andy threw himself at the wolf. Gaby could imagine how his fangs would be bared. How his face would be twisted and contorted revealing a glimpse of the demon inside. This form of attack was a mistake, the bloods were faster but the wolf was stronger. The big hairy brute threw his arms around the blood in what could almost be misconstrued as a friendly hug, only the sound of bones cracking could be heard. The sidekick screamed.

  Gaby could still hear what sounded like thick dry branches snapping and had to fight off a cringe. She didn’t cringe damn it. On any normal day it would be her inflicting the damage.

  One hand on his shoulder and another on his head, the wolf pulled trying to decapitate the blood but the ringleader was back, fully recovered from his knee injury. He knocked Andy to the side, easily side-stepping a swipe from the wolf. The sidekick landed in a heap on the floor. It wouldn’t take long for him to regenerate. At this rate, they’d play tag team with the wolf until he tired out and then they’d take him out. It would be useless to try and break free from the man holding her. This was so fucked up.

  The ringleader gracefully ducked, avoiding a weighty punch. Compared to the blood, the wolf moved in slow motion. She wished she could somehow help the guy. The blood got in two well-placed punches and the wolf grunted stumbling back. Damn, she’d expected him to have a bit more stamina. Gaby held her breath as the blood moved in. The wolf had yet to gain his composure, it would be over in a second if he fell.

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