Sabrina's Vampire Series Boxed Set

by A. K. Michaels

  Sabrina's Vampire series is a Paranormal romance with a bite!

  Book 1:-

  Sabrina's life is a mess, suspended from her police job, she ran to Vegas for a break, to escape the torment and embarrassment. She followed this up by getting blind drunk and down an alleyway with two thugs who wanted more than a goodnight kiss!

  Kyle, a vampire, hears her scream and against his better judgment enters the alley and saves her. As she collapses into his arms he had a deep need to take her home? He never takes anyone to his home! Soon Sabrina is ingrained in him - he can't get enough - can't let her go and just why are his bites not healing on her neck? When he finds out he is shocked - he must keep her - make her stay!

  Will she? Will this woman stay in the arms of a vampire?!

  Book 2:-

  Sabrina has found her soulmate, albeit a Vampire! She has never been happier and thought things could only get better. That is, until her Vampire, Kyle, explains a few things to her. Like how he makes some of his vast amounts of money.

  Can the cop in her accept this? Can she accept what he does? His revelation shocks her to her very core and she has to think. Has to decide if she will be able to live with this. Has to decide if she can live with him, after this information invades her mind. Has her happiness just been ripped away from her? Or can she live with this part of her Vampire?

  Book 3:-

  Kyle's mate, Sabrina, is in terrible danger. He has to defend her, but can barely breathe or think for the fear coursing through him - not something a strong Vampire is accustomed to.

  So he runs to his Sire, knowing that the ancient Vampire will have the strength and power to keep her safe ... Or will he?

  Kyle has to give her something just in case - his modified Ruger P89 loaded with silver bullets.

  That 'just in case' arrives, with Sabrina in the arms of the thing that hunts her. Violence and death is inevitable.

  Can Kyle save her? Can he get her back ... alive?

  Read all three books in this boxset of the award winning Sabrina's Vampire series.

  Sabrina’s Vampire

  Book 1

  By

  A K Michaels

  © 2013 by A K Michaels All Rights Reserved

  This book, or any portion thereof, may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission by the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  DEDICATION

  I would like to dedicate this book to my husband and daughter for their support in my writing. Giving me the confidence to follow my dream. Something I thought I would never do – so thank you very much. I love you dearly.

  Sabrina’s Prologue

  Sabrina’s heart hammered in her chest as she locked the door to her small, rather dingy apartment. Case in hand as she made her way down the stairs and out to the waiting taxi. A taxi that would take her to the airport and a flight to Vegas.

  Although a little excited to go to the one place she had always dreamed of, the reason behind her trip causing her pain, sorrow and regret. “How could I have been so fucking stupid?” She thought for the hundredth time, no, not the hundredth...the thousandth.

  Shaking her head to clear it of her thoughts, Sabrina handed her case to the driver and got in the car. She barely acknowledged him as he spoke.

  “Airport is it?”

  “Yes.” Was all she managed as she stared out the window.

  Her mind drawing her time and again to the reason for her trip. Settling on the conversation with the Chief Inspector at the Police Station:

  “Sabrina, I have to say, I am shocked and appalled at the way you’ve acted in this, your first and very likely your last, undercover operation. I understand the difficulties officers are faced with during these situations but to have a relationship with our prime suspect and put the whole operation in jeopardy is something you may not come back from.”

  She nodded her head, biting her lip to stop tears filling her eyes. “I know, Sir, I’m sorry.”

  The small man sitting in his dress uniform behind the desk frowned over at her. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, I’m afraid. I have no doubt you are sorry but you are still suspended pending an internal investigation. However, I’ll be honest with you, in my opinion the investigation is just a formality. You’ve admitted your behavior and I suspect you will be released from the force with a dishonorable discharge.”

  Her heart leapt into her throat, almost closing her airway as she tried to stay in control. “I understand.”

  He stared intently at her before continuing. “Do you? This will follow you for the rest of your life, Sabrina. Off the record, for my own curiosity, how the hell did this happen?”

  Sabrina thought back on the last few months, being with “the suspect” day and night. Witnessing all the terrible things he did that soon became “the norm” and, somehow, falling for his cheeky smile. The way he looked at her with an intensity that clenched her thighs together with need. That first kiss that took her breath away with such force she felt lightheaded.

  The touch of his fingers on her skin, the way he brought her alive in a way no other man ever had before. Lust. Pure and simple. She was under no illusions that he loved her in the same way that she came to love him. Not a chance in hell.

  She knew he would slit her throat in a second and feel no remorse whatsoever.

  She tried to answer, stumbled over the words as she tried to keep eye contact with the Chief. “I can’t explain it, Sir. I fell for him and thoughts didn’t come into it, only feelings. I will never feel more sorry about my actions than I do now and I sincerely hope it doesn’t affect the court case.”

  “Ah, yes, the court case. Well, you will not be required for that. Any and all evidence collected by you will not be used. The chance of it being thrown out because of your actions would seriously affect the outcome, so the decision has been made not to include it.”

  As the Chief’s words hit her, the realization that everything she had endured had all been for nothing almost floored her. His worried look and words telling her she must look as bad as she felt.

  “Are you okay? Sabrina, are you okay? You’re as white as a sheet.”

  She couldn’t answer as she fought the urge to vomit. That would be the icing on the cake...throwing up all over the Chief Inspector’s desk. As she managed a slight nod and he waved his hand dismissively.

  “Now for the formalities. Officer Forbes, I hereby relieve you of all duties as an officer of the law and you are on suspension, pending an internal investigation. The investigation will take no longer than three months, as dictated by our guidelines, and you will be sent a letter of the outcome in due course. Please hand over your Warrant Card and clear any personal belongings from the building. You are not allowed on the premises unless it is in connection with the investigation. You are not allowed communication with any other officers until this matter has been dealt with.”

  He stood up, holding out his hand as she fumbled in her bag, finding her official Warrant Card that told of her inclusion in the Police Force. Her heart almost breaking as she handed it over...the one and only thing she’d ever wanted to do and now it was gone. All her fault but it still hurt her so much that she wondered if she would recover.

  The taxi driver’s voice interrupted her pondering. “We’re here.”

  She hadn’t even realized the car had stopped, or that he had got out and retrieved her case from the rear. The door on the passenger side open as he stuck his head in.

  “Oh, thank you.” she mumbled as she handed over the cash to pay and took her case, before heading inside the terminal.

  The
airport was busy, as usual, but not too bad and it wasn’t long ‘til she was through to the departure lounge. Once again wondering on her decision to go to Vegas. Using up savings that she’ll probably need in the coming months. “If I don’t get away I’ll go nuts!” She thought as she waited patiently for the boarding call.

  Opening her kindle, she tried to read, the words blurring together again and again, before she finally boarded the plane. Settling down in her seat she looked out the small window to her left. Watching her home city of Glasgow as they started to taxi for take-off. As the plane picked up speed, the wheels leaving the ground she felt a sense of relief like never before.

  “First thing I’m doing is getting drunk!” She thought, no idea the life changing repercussions that decision would have.

  Chapter 1

  Sabrina knew the second she was in trouble – the very point where she had made her mistake.

  Taking a wrong turn Sabrina found herself in a dark alleyway, far from the bright lights of Vegas. The alley was dirty, smelly, dark, and she was not alone.

  The two guys she had told to “get lost” in the last bar she had found herself in, well they were now heading in her direction. She was sure they didn’t want to help her find her way back to her hotel.

  No, they had told her in lurid details what they wanted to do to her, asking her to go with them. Although very drunk, Sabrina had pulled back in disgust, shouting, “Get lost!” in her Scottish twang.

  The same Scottish accent that had gotten her so bloody drunk. It was St Paddy’s Day, and with her accent, everyone had assumed she was Irish, which resulted in her getting many free drinks. Far too many. Which left her in this position.

  Stuck in an alley, blind drunk, with two not so nice guys, coming her way. Fuck.

  Sabrina stood up taller, cursing the high heels she was wearing. “Stay the fuck away! Ye hear me, yer a pair of fucking assholes!” Even as the words left her mouth, she knew she was probably just making them angry, but her alcohol addled brain wasn’t working properly, not at all.

  “Oh, now now, Irish girl, we’re not going anywhere. Well not yet. We’re going to have some fun first!” The taller of the two guys spoke, even in her drunken state, she could clearly hear the lust in his voice. Oh Fuck.

  Sabrina’s eyes darted all around, trying to find an escape route – nope – nothing. If she was sober, not in a dress and heels, she could’ve dealt with these two, easily. But drunk, high heels, rather tight dress, well that equaled her being in a whole hell of a lot of trouble.

  Her heart rate picked up, she couldn’t help it. Fear was now coursing through her system, her fight or flight was in full mode. Adrenaline was being pushed through her blood stream at an alarming rate, as she fought to think. She was so drunk she was fighting to stay upright.

  The two males got closer, and closer, and soon Sabrina could smell their body odor. It was anything but pleasant. The looks on their faces was worse. “I’m not getting out of this,” she thought.

  She did something she never thought she would do. She screamed at the top of her lungs, “HELP!” and the guys laughed. Actually laughed at her attempt to get any kind of assistance.

  “This is Vegas, honey. Nobody will come. Shit, they won’t even call the cops!” The smaller, fatter, male said, then started to laugh once again.

  Sabrina’s body was now shaking. This was her worst nightmare, her absolute worst.

  The two were so close now she could smell their breath and the alcohol, and she knew her own would be the same.

  “No! I told ye, get the fuck away fae me!” Sabrina’s accent getting more pronounced, as her fear got worse.

  She closed her eyes, knowing what was going to happen, not wanting to see the looks in their faces. She took a deep breath and started chanting in her head “survive, survive, survive.”

  A clammy hand grabbed her arm, pulling her roughly towards him, and she screamed again – one last time – before she was raped. That was what was going to happen, and it was her own damn fault. Getting so drunk, getting lost, pissing these two off in the pub – she should’ve known better.

  *****

  Kyle was walking slowly, he had been out for a while, found what he wanted, taken it, and was now just cruising.

  Then he heard noises, from an alley up ahead on his left. He pushed his senses out. A female, two guys, from what he heard the guys were planning on having some fun with the female. Without her permission.

  Kyle stopped, listened, then made to walk on. He was not in the habit of doing good deeds. He was usually the one doing anything but good deeds. Then the female’s voice reached him, was that a Scottish accent? Yes – it was.

  Bugger, now that just plain annoyed him. A Scottish lass in trouble here in sin city. What was a Vamp to do? An ancient, Scottish, Vampire. Even if he had not been back in Scotland, or in fact, any part of the UK, for centuries, he still considered himself a Scot.

  Kyle shook his head and moved forward, toward the mouth of the alley. As he entered he saw the female – a young woman – and she was terrified. Kyle could sense it, smell her fear, hear her heart beating way too fast.

  Normally, Kyle wouldn’t have got involved in this sort of drama, always keeping a low profile no matter where he went. He let out a large sigh and shouted, “Hey you guys, want tae leave that lassie alone?”

  Kyle emphasized his accent, though it was normally far less pronounced, almost non-existent. The guys both turned, one now had a grip on the girl, pulling her towards him, as she screamed. Fear prevalent in that noise, torn from her throat.

  Now Kyle started moving towards the two pricks. “I said, leave her alone!” Kyle’s voice was now cold like ice. His tone warning of the anger that was just under the surface.

  The one that had a hold on the female shouted back. “Get lost, we’re just havin’ some fun with this Irish girl.”

  Kyle’s ears heard the girl hiss, “I’m no fucking Irish you twat – I’m Scottish!” Kyle laughed, aye the lassie was definitely Scottish.

  The smaller of the men moved towards Kyle, whose stride didn’t even falter, as he picked him up by his shirt and threw him away to the side. The force of which was immense, the guy hit the wall, hard, and slid down and lay still.

  The one that was at the girl, was now looking uneasy. “If you let her go I won’t hurt ye,” Kyle told him, but instead the guy pulled her in tight, using her as a shield.

  Kyle got his first look at the female and what he saw he liked. She was quite tall, about five foot six, with very long auburn hair, which fell in shaggy ringlets all around her face. A face which was scared at this moment. Her fear didn’t hide the lovely green eyes and small nose, lush, full lips, a slight scar on her chin. No, her fear didn’t detract from her beauty at all.

  Then her scent hit his Vampire senses, and he stopped, just for a second, before continuing on. Her scent was like none other he had every come across. The alcohol was obvious, but underneath that, was “her” scent. A scent that pulled him forward towards her. The guy now inconsequential and just something to get rid of.

  As Kyle reached where they stood his eyes met hers. She was pleading with him in those eyes. Imploring him to save her. So that’s what he did.

  He used his Vampire abilities, moving so quickly, that neither the man holding her, or the girl herself, saw what happened. Only that the man now lay on the ground, a gaping hole in his throat.

  Kyle caught her before she fell, then she passed out. Kyle picked her up and carried her out the alley, the feel of her body in his arms making him hard.

  Kyle didn’t think, only moved, soon he was laying her in the front seat of his car. He got in and drove off, to the house he had rented for the past few months on the outskirts of Sin City.

  As he drove, his thoughts were going haywire. He had never had this kind of reaction to anyone. Not ever, and he needed to know more. Needed to know why he felt lik
e this. Needed to know her, fully.

  The house was set back from the street, at the end of a small cul de sac. Privacy was very important to him, to any Vampire, and this house had it. The garage was attached to the house, but he pulled up outside, as close to his front door as he could get.

  Kyle sat for a few minutes, this was a bad idea. A very bad idea. He never brought anyone back to his residence. No, this was definitely a very very bad idea.

  However, he got out, picked her up from the seat and carried her in. He didn’t stop in the kitchen, or the hall, or even to lay her down on a sofa. No, he carried her all the way up the stairs, into his bedroom, walked to his very large bed, and finally lay her flat, using his hand to move her hair, which had fallen over her face.

  He sat down next to her and just stared. Taking in every single part of her. Her hair, her face, her throat, with that pulse at the side. Her dress tight over her breasts, breasts that he knew would feel just perfect in his hands, and downwards his eyes moved. Her dress had bunched up a little, his eyes drawn to her thighs, thighs he wanted clamped round his ass as he entered her.

  What the hell was wrong with him?

  He liked sex, in fact, he liked a particular kind of sex, and he partook often, but he had never wanted anyone the way he wanted this female. He didn’t even know her name for Christ sake.

  Kyle stood up, poured himself a whiskey, from his bottle on the dressing table and took a sip. A long, slow, sip, trying to work through his thoughts, his feelings. His eyes were drawn back to her and he sent his senses out again.

  Her heart had slowed, that was good, he thought she was going to have a heart attack earlier. Her breathing even, and then he saw her leg move, then her arm, then her whole body.

  Thrashing against her would be rapist, she tried to escape, and Kyle moved next to her. “It’s okay, you’re safe.” He spoke softly, not wanting to scare her even more. He placed a hand on her forehead and her eyes flew open.