Free Knot (Road Kill MC #2) by Marata Eros Page B

readers 18 years and older. Violent and disturbing themes throughout. Might contain triggers.

THE DRUID SERIES
    A Druid Compilation, 1-3
    Reapers
    Bled
    Harvest
     
    New York Times Bestselling Author
    MARATA EROS
     
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    Copyright © 2011-14 Marata Eros
    No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system without the prior written permission of the publisher.
     
    This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
     
     
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    Editing suggestions provided by Hazel Novak
     

 
    The vampires are a dying race, their females sterile. When it's discovered that human females of Druid ancestry can be viable breeders... the harvest begins.
     
    Rachel Collins is a young woman living in the frozen north of Alaska in a dead-end job with a circular life. She yearns for something more.
     
    When murders begin taking place in the city where she lives, she and her girlfriend try to be more cautious, only to be caught in the middle of a dangerous situation in which an unlikely savior emerges.
     
    Can Rachel escape her destiny while two different factions hunt her?
     
     

REAPERS
    A Druid Series Novella
    Volume 1
     
    New York Times Bestselling Author
    MARATA EROS
     
    All Rights Reserved.
    Copyright © 2011 Marata Eros
    No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system without the prior written permission of the publisher.
     
    This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
     
     
    Marata Eros Website
     
    Marata Eros FB Fan Page
     
    Font art by Bookish Brunette Designs
    Editing suggestions provided by Hazel Novak

CHAPTER 1
     
    I looked at the clock, yet again ... and knew that if my boss caught me I'd be toast. Safe in my cubicle, I swung my gaze away from the the dreaded time and looked for Michelle. She'd be hanging by the cooler, which she was.
    Michelle caught me looking and lifted her chin up in greeting and grinned. She knew what I was about. It was all about getting out of here and doing something for ourselves. It had been a Long-Damn-Week and I was going to let my hair down and have some fun.
    Michelle wrapped up her conversation with one of the petty chicks that lounged all day while we picked up the slack.
    As Michelle walked toward me, I thought that maybe we wouldn't have to change: pencil skirts, thigh high stockings, stacked heels and blouses that yoked just where they should be to look sexy, nothing too much.
    Michelle stood in front of me, tapping a foot. “Watching the time won't help it go faster.”
    “Yes, I know, but I feel like the day should have ended already.”
    “I've got an idea, let's go to Spinners tonight,” she nearly squealed in delight. I wasn't feelin' the love on that place. It was always packed with a rough crowd and you had to beat the guys off with a bat.
    Michelle saw my expression and started to wheedle immediately, “Listen, give it a half hour and if it's super-lame, we'll just bail and go somewhere else. Like that brewery place... what's it's name?”
    “Talbot's,” I replied absently.
    She snapped her fingers. “That's it!”
    “Listen,” she leaned forward and our hair mingled together, “that new gal... with the red hair...”
    “Molly?” I said, automatically looking around for