Servant of the Undead: Undead seeking human captives. A blizzard and raw desires. Passion and fear.
Servant of the Undead, Book 1 in the Tribe of the Undead series
Undead seeking human captives. A blizzard and raw desires.
Passion and fear.
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Boston is hostage to a blizzard & rumors spread about
zombies roaming the streets, looking for human flesh. Hayden Thomas, tabloid
writer, is out to get some fresh news about the undead. At the Boston Public
Library, he uncovers research about a tribe that survives by having constant
sex with human instead of eating their flesh.
Mattie, one of the undead out tracking a rival tribe, finds
Hayden and uses him for sex. Afterward, she discovers his research and acquires
him as her sexual servant, planning to use him for information as well as
sustenance.
Hayden Thomas shifted on the wooden captain’s chair, trying
without success to ease the stiffness in his spine. Whoever selected the chairs
for the Boston Public Library obviously never sat in them. The damn things had
no armrests and were crammed so close together Bates Hall looked like a
cafeteria.
Except for the green desk lamps and rows of bookcases lining the
wood paneled walls of the vast, deserted room. Hayden leaned back, placing his
palms on the small of his back as he stretched.
Fine, it did look like a library. And it was everything the
city claimed it to be, historical, well-cared for, and a fucking architectural
gem. He just didn’t want to be there, digging through old books sane people
shouldn’t care about. As if on cue his phone flashed. He picked it up and read
the message. That article will be done tonight. Right? You’ll have something
fresh. Right?
As if he had a choice.
Hayden tapped in his reply, yes and yes, then shoved the
phone in his pocket. He wasn’t going to look at it again until he had what he
needed. Something fresh. What the hell did that mean anyway? A paycheck.
Control over his future. Little things like that. So he’d come to the library,
to look through actual books. He’d scanned through several about werewolves
then set aside the ones on vampires when he found the ones he needed.
Coming to the library had been a good idea. Not only had he
found fresher content than the guys only using the internet, he’d also made a
video clip of the inside with his webcam. He might be able to use that on the
paper’s website as part of the series. A scholarly approach to give the piece
an air of authority. Bob would love the irony of that.
“Lights in this section getting turned off early. ‘Bout
twenty minutes.”
The security guard had come up behind Hayden and was
standing in the aisle between the rows of gleaming wood tables. He motioned
toward the expansive windows that started at the top of the bookshelves and
reached up about fifteen feet to the domed ceiling. “Snowmaggeddon, man.
Everybody’s leaving. You should too.”
Outside, snow whipped against the glass, so fierce and
bright that even though the sun had gone down an hour ago the white blast was
still visible. The bloated flakes brushed against the glass, spun in circles, creating
a delicate, menacing spiral. Shit. A storm. As if he didn’t have enough to deal
with. He’d promised Rachelle, a girl he’d started seeing, that he’d be done
with the article that night so they could “do something fun, something crazy”
tomorrow. Hayden eyed the stack of books surrounding his laptop.
“Do you have a photocopy machine?” he asked, scanning the
area behind the guy.
“Yeah.” The guard looked at the piles of books, his mouth
twisting into a frown as his gaze skimmed over the titles. “Where’d you find
those?”
“In the scary monster section, under Z for zombies.”
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