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Slave to a Vampire: Book 1 Catherine
Slave to a Vampire: Book 1 Catherine
Slave to a Vampire: Book 1 Catherine
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Slave to a Vampire: Book 1 Catherine

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Catherine, a young Irish peasant girl and other young teens from her village are taken away by English slave traders. Thrown into a sailing ship and taken to the other side of the world, Catherine fears for her future. She is purchased by a mysterious man and taken to his sugar plantation. Will she survive? What manner of creature is this man they call Master Lavelle?

This vampire romance is set in the mid-1600's in the Caribbean. Follow Catherine's journey across the seas to the hands of a vampire...where all is not what it seems.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 1, 2016
ISBN9781311249593
Slave to a Vampire: Book 1 Catherine

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    Slave to a Vampire - Katrina Kahler

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    Table of Contents

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 1

    The chill of the night air swept across Catherine’s face and she turned, pulling the rough wool blanket up around her neck. Her face scrunched as she tried to cling to the last remnants of sleep before they were yanked away. It was not yet morning, the birds had not yet started to chirp and the moonlight shone through the window. She reluctantly let her eyes open just a sliver and glanced around. Her twin brothers were both breathing steadily nearby, every now and then a snore. Better than most nights when she would have to kick either Liam or Dan to get them to stop.

    She rolled over, hoping to fall back into a deep slumber when a wolf’s howl broke the silence of the night. It wasn’t what she wanted to hear. Tomorrow was her wedding day, she was to marry Michael and her nerves were on edge as it was. She didn’t need to hear the cries of a wolf out on the moors.

    Enough with you, she whispered and placing her hands over her ears she tried to block out the noise.

    But the cry only grew louder. Picked up by another, and another. Catherine sat up slowly, blinking in the darkness of night. Something was amiss. As the wolves continued to howl and the hair on her neck stood on end, she stood up and nudged her brother Liam awake with her foot.

    What, what’s wrong, he asked as he shot up. Catherine? It’s the middle of the night. Get some sleep before the Fae take you.

    It’s not the Fae I’m worried about, she whispered. Liam…something’s out there.

    He grumbled but sat up listening. Just the wolves, sister. Go back to sleep. You don’t want bags under your eyes for your wedding.

    Catherine glared at him, but didn’t move. She glanced around their small bedroom in their two-room home. Liam settled back down on the floor as she crept into the main part of the home where her mother slept. But she was nowhere in sight.

    Mother, she hissed in the darkness. There was no response.

    This wasn’t right. Her mother never ventured from the house in the middle of the night. Catherine was about to fetch her brothers when she heard the first screams. At first she thought it an animal, the way it screeched and howled in pain. But then it was followed by another and another. Liam and Dan were at her side a moment later.

    What was that?

    Through the slats of the walls they saw lights flickering. The sharp taste of smoke hit their mouths and Catherine ran to open the door. Fire, the village was on fire! The siblings stood there in a panic as they watched those they’d known all their lives scream and run through the night, now lit with the flames of evil. Catherine had heard of these raids farther up the coast, but she never thought it would happen here. Not to them.

    Dan, we have to find mother, Liam yelled as the boys raced outside. Catherine, move, you can’t stay in there, the fire is spreading!

    She ran and joined her brothers, not sure where they were going, but Liam took her hand and they dashed between others racing for cover. Over her shoulder, Catherine saw large men in uniforms chasing the villagers down. The young were scooped up, thrown over shoulders and hauled off. But the others were not so lucky.

    Liam! Oh my God!

    He paused when she came to a sudden stop. They watched as the old couple, Paddy and Alice, were surrounded by three men, swords held at the ready. As the two clutched each other tightly, begging for their lives, the three moved in, running through them over and over until they fell, bloodied and dead to the ground. The men laughed as they removed their blades and wiped the blood on their sleeves as if it was nothing.

    Catherine, Dan, Liam hissed. We have to hide! They’ll take us away if we don’t!

    Too frightened to do anything else, Catherine stumbled over her feet as she followed her younger brothers through the village. Smoke blinded her and burnt her eyes, tears streamed down her face. She coughed harshly and all around her were the screams of the dying. Blood splattered up her legs from the muddied ground. And the bodies…so many already dead. How had they not heard any of it? How had this happened so quickly? Liam yanked her down, they were hiding behind the church, the one building left untouched by the raiders.

    Hands shaking, Catherine sat beside her brothers, listening to the carnage around them. Tomorrow was supposed to be her wedding day and now here she was, squatting in the shadows like a rabbit cornered by a wolf, waiting to die. She closed her eyes and did the only thing she could think of...pray.

    How dare you slaughter these innocents, a voice cried out and Catherine’s eyes shot open. Put down your swords at once or you will face the wrath of God!

    Father John had rushed from the church bearing nothing but a cross in his hands.

    Two soldiers stalked towards him, leering at the priest. Catherine held her breath, wanting him to turn around, run and hide like they were doing. But Father John held his ground and continued to yell at the men, damning them for their deeds.

    You know what I think you need, father, one of the soldiers sneered as his companion loomed closer. I think you need a good tongue lashing yourself! Grab him!

    Father John was no match for the soldier. The larger man grabbed him from behind and his metal cross fell to the ground. Catherine felt her heart thunder painfully in her chest as she watched, helpless to do anything for the man that had practically raised her and her brothers. Liam started to rise, but Dan yanked him back down. The other soldier had drawn a dagger and as they watched, reached into Father John’s mouth and gripped his tongue.

    In one swift movement, he brought the dagger down. Catherine whimpered and felt sick as the piece of flesh fell to the ground. Father John reached up to hold his bleeding mouth, sputtering and gurgling as the soldiers laughed.

    There, priest, now you can speak no more of heresy to us, the soldier mocked as he sheathed his dagger.

    Before Catherine knew what he was doing, Liam was on his feet and charged at the soldiers. He yelled as he leapt on the first one’s back. The soldier tried to fling him off, but Liam held on tight. He lowered his mouth

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