FrostBite: The Hunter Chronicles Book 1
By Claire Marta
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Jasmine Hunter is a rookie agent working for the covert Supernatural Department of Scotland Yard.
Being kidnapped with a co-worker is the last thing she’s expecting from only two months in a job she loves. She is even more unprepared for the sparks that fly between her and one of their captors, especially when her unique senses are screaming he isn’t human.
Eric is a vampire, deep undercover with centuries of secrets. He has no time for distractions, yet he can’t seem to get the fiesty female out of his head, nor the hungering desires she evokes within him.
Forced to work together, they must stop the diabolical plans of Marcel Coupe – the French arms dealer responsible for her abduction. As time starts to run out can they save themselves and Paris from disaster? Or will the sizzling attraction between them be their downfall?
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- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5This was an easy, fast read that got better as it went on, but I'll also admit that, for the first ten pages or so, I really thought about just putting it down and forgetting about, the voice was so over-the-top and things, in generally, so silly. As I said, it did get better, but it continued throughout to feel a little too light and cheesy, and a fair bit too contrived, for me to really enjoy it. By the time I got halfway through, I was engaged and even amused by it, but never to the point where I even considered reading the next book in the series.If you want a light and fluffy X-Men type tale about a teen girl and her friends/family, then you might enjoy this, but in general, I wouldn't recommend it.
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FrostBite - Claire Marta
FROSTBITE: THE HUNTER CHRONICLES BOOK 1
Copyright © 2016 Claire Marta
Cover Design © 2016 by Michael James Collett
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The book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Acknowledgements
I would like to thank Michelle my amazing editor for helping me make my dream of publishing come true. You truly are the best!
Tracy and Jamie thank you for your support, as you both joined me on the crazy ride to get your own books published. I love you guys and I am so happy to have you both as friends.
Thanks to Kate for knowledge as a seasoned author and encouragement.
Everyone in the Newbies group for all the positivity! Sending much love to you all.
Rachel and Michael thank you for doing an amazing job on my book cover. Your talent shines through and I love it.
And last Alessandro for his patience and support. I know I have been driving you crazy since deciding to get my work published.
Table of Contents
FROSTBITE: The Hunter Chronicles Book 1
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Nine
About the Author
Chapter 1
Jasmine whatever you do, they can’t know we work for Scotland Yard.
Twitch spoke in a low purr into her ear. So barely audible, she was pretty sure anyone who might be listening in on them would miss his words.
Jasmine swore low and long. She knew this could mean nothing good and it did not help her anxiety levels either. A sense of panic had already been gnawing at her gut for the last several hours. She was feeling pretty terrified, too.
They were huddled in a far corner, away from the door, their bodies inches apart. Jasmine glanced around the windowless, white-walled room again. A narrow bed was stuffed in one corner—the only piece furniture. A stark, bright light shone above their heads. A thick, metal door locked from the outside barred their way.
Their kidnappers had made sure there was nothing to use as a weapon. No way to get out. They were so screwed.
Jasmine turned back to her co-worker with apprehension. What the fuck is going on, Twitch?
He did not look well. Tall and slender, he was dressed all in black as usual, but his skin was unusually pale. The faded burn marks on his forehead and neck stood out more than normal. His mop of wild cinnamon curls was knotted around his shoulders.
Jasmine had the sudden urge to find a brush and work out the knots. Instead she curled her fingers into her palms. She doubted he would like her fussing over him. Twitch did not always like to be touched. She was actually surprised he stood so close.
So instead she sighed.
This was not how she had envisioned her Friday night going. Especially three days before Christmas.
One minute she had been driving the techno mage home from a celebration of a case well done. The next they had been rammed off the road.
The screech of brakes and rendering of metal was still blurred horrifically in her mind. Her fear had been almost blinding. There had been a brief moment she thought her pounding heart was going to explode from her chest. Her head still ached from where it had slammed into the steering wheel with force. The blow had been so hard she had seen stars. She was actually surprised she didn't have a concussion.
How they had survived the crash at all, she didn't know. It was a fucking miracle.
Being held at gunpoint when you were still dazed from a near-death experience was not fun. She was pretty sure shock had been swift to settle in. Even less fun when you were crammed inside a dark cargo container for hours on end.
Panic and nausea had been her constant companions. Jasmine hadn’t had a clue where they were being taken or by whom. The men who had grabbed them had been big and professional-looking. And they had never spoken a word.
Being an only child and with her parents both dead, there was no one to miss her absence.
Twitch had been sedated the whole journey and had only been awake for ten minutes. Jasmine had spent the whole trip clinging to his unconscious form in darkness. Those hours, she had spent shaking and praying this was all one huge mistake.
So far this weekend sucked.
Jasmine winced when gentle fingers touched her forehead. She knew there was a huge, nasty bump there. It was throbbing and painful. She could have done with a painkiller, but doubted she could be given one by their jailers.
Waving away the concern on Twitch’s face, she stared at him expectantly.
He hummed, his peridot green eyes wary. Do you remember how Mark told you how we met?
Mark was their boss. Detective Mark Cummings, head of their team in the SNC. It was a branch of Scotland Yard that dealt with supernatural cases. He was a fair man, but took no shit from his team members. The department had become public knowledge after vampires had announced their existence over a year ago. Literally overnight the world had been introduced to their existence, and suddenly they were everywhere.
There had not been as much worldwide shock as Jasmine had expected, though. Apparently the world’s governments had known for centuries about their existence. No big shock there, really—not with everything else they kept quiet. And Jasmine knew now there was so much more.
She had only been on the team for two months and so far, her tasks had been run of the mill for a rookie. Well as run of the mill as it could be when you were a sensitive.
Jasmine frowned. Yes. He said you had gotten yourself into trouble with a supernatural black market. He saved you from some horrible people and you went to work for him.
That was all their boss had said. He was always tight-lipped about his team member’s pasts, which was something Jasmine was grateful for. No one liked their secrets give out freely, Jasmine included.
An unhappy smile twisted the techno mage’s lips. These are those fuckers.
So Twitch’s past had come back to bite him on the arse. Nice.
Her look turned disbelieving. How can you be sure?
Twitch ran a hand through his hair in agitation. When his fingers became entangled in a knot he huffed, I recognized them when they rammed us off the road.
Jasmine swore again. This could not be fucking happening.
She watched for a moment as he roughly freed his fingers without yanking out his hair. The guy really needed a haircut.
Can’t you use some magic to get us out of here? Don’t you have a gadget or something?
She glanced towards the closed door.
Twitch was a techno mage. He had the ability to fuse magic and technology. Normally he was found sitting in his lab, tables strewn with motherboards, computer chips, and a selection of musty, ancient tombs. Paranoid and a recluse, he barely left his lair. Last night had been the exception. It had been drinks down the pub with his colleagues after they had solved a rash of body-snatching. At least she now knew why he didn’t like to go out.
Twitch shook his head. The room has wards to stop me using my magic and they stripped me of all my tech. I need a piece of technology for my magic to work anyway.
Jasmine swore for the fourth time.
All she had was the ability to sense supernaturals. Physically she could do nothing to get them out of there. Sometimes only being a sensitive sucked.
She smoothed down the ruby red, satiny material of her dress with slightly shaking hands. It came to her knees, the bodice crisscrossing across her breasts. A long-sleeved, black, woolen cardigan covered her arms. Pretty, but not really practical. She had worn it especially for that evening’s celebrations. If she had known she was going to get kidnapped, she would have stuck with jeans. Her feet were also killing her in black high heels. Why the hell hadn’t she changed into her trainers in the car?
Marcel Coupe isn’t stupid,
Twitch said. He knows what I’m capable of and that’s why he wants me.
Twitch’s lips flattened into a white line. He’s an arms dealer with big fucking plans.
Jasmine didn’t like the sound of that. Not one bit. What do you mean by plans?
You’ve seen what I can do with magic and technology,
Twitch said and then sighed. Imagine that in the wrong hands—weapons of mass destruction, Jazzy.
If her friend was right they were in deep shit. The things the techno mage could do when he put his mind to it was amazing. And more than a little scary.
The only upside to this situation was that their boss, Mark, would notice their absence quickly. Twitch was the team’s surveillance guy. His purr was like the voice of an angel, whispering in your ear when you had an earpiece in. The silence would start alarm bells ringing. Would they be able to trace them though? That was the problem. Jasmine had no clue where they were.
Twitch’s gaze skimmed over her for a moment. I don’t suppose you're still wearing your…
Before he could finish the sentence the door was thrust open.
Two goons stood in the doorway. Both men were walls of muscle with big, beefy arms. Their glares were meant to intimidate. And they did.
Jasmine stared at them nervously. It looked likely they were finally about to find out exactly what this Marcel character wanted, but suddenly she was not sure she really wanted to know.
Gesturing towards them, one guard said something curt in what sounded like French. Were they somewhere in France?
Stay close and let me do the talking,
Twitch purred in her ear as he passed her by.
Biting her lip, she released one long, tense sigh. Unease uncoiled in her stomach. Why did she have a sudden sinking feeling this was all going to go terribly wrong?
Technically Twitch was in charge, as he had been on the team longer. She knew Mark would want her to follow what the mage said. It looked like she would have to go along with it. Eyes on Twitch’s back, she followed him out silently.
The two guards flanked them as they were directed along a sterile-looking corridor. The walls were white, no pictures or paintings hung on them. Everything just seemed so bare and stark. It was like it had been stripped of anything the prisoners might have found useful. Anything the techno mage might have found useful. This arms dealer really knew what he was dealing with by the look of it. He knew Twitch.
Twitch’s eyes roamed the area. They settled on doors for a second, as if he was taking a mental inventory. Was he looking for a way out, she wondered.
They reached the end of the hallway and one of the guards pushed open a door. With a sharp gesture of his hand he ordered them inside. They didn’t bother to argue.
This room was luxurious with two white leather sofas. A red carpet covered the floor. Three half-empty wine glasses sat on a low coffee table with two trays of what looked like finger foods that lay untouched. It had more life to it than anywhere else she had seen so far.
Glancing towards the dark panoramic view from the large window, she caught sight of the glittering lights of a city. So they were in France, possibly in a major city. At least that got them somewhere.
Ah Twitch, good of you to finally join us.
Jerking her eyes down, she regarded the three men sprawled on the sofas. The smug tone had come from a little fat man. His face reminded her of a toad. It was round and spotty with a self-satisfied expression. His beady eyes twinkled with amusement.
This had to be Marcel Coupe, the French arms dealer that Twitch had mentioned. Jasmine would not have called him threatening-looking. She knew, though, looks could be deceiving.
When her senses began to tingle, she knew they were in so much more trouble. The supernatural kind.
Chapter 2
Eric ran his gaze over the male as he entered the room. He was tall and thin, the set of his youthful jaw defiant. His nearly lime green eyes glittered with hostility through a tangle of long, reddish brown curls.
So this was the techno mage, the mind behind some of the most devastating pieces of magical tech that had been on the black market over a year ago. The one his prey had hunted for over a year now. This was the Frenchman’s obsession.
Marcel, it seemed, would have his hands full with this one. It was obvious by the male’s body language he was not happy. Perhaps he would not be so eager to help the arms dealer after all.
This would make Eric’s job a lot easier. He suppressed a pleased smile. It would mean one less problem to take care of.
His eyes moved to the female who had also entered the room. Her lovely jade green eyes glimmered with anger. Her heartbeat was thumping rapidly in his ears. It betrayed her fear. She had a painful-looking bruised bump on her forehead. The wounded flesh was red and angry, the blood already dried.
Who was she? The mage’s sister? Girlfriend?
She was a little thing, short, no more than five feet at a guess.
Her coppery red hair was cut in a bob-like style around her slim face. Rather than make her look boyish, it was feminine and soft. The length of her neck was bared to his eyes and a tempting sight.
Eric felt his fangs begin to ache in his gums. He could well imagine sinking them into the supple peachy flesh. His eyes roved over her silken clad form. She was slender, bordering on slim. Limbs long and lean, he suddenly had an image of them wrapped around him, as he thrust himself in and out of her welcoming body.
His cock hardened instantly.
Shock hit him hard. He never got distracted when he was working. Never felt desire for anyone attached to his targets. Never allowed himself to feel anything.
It was his rule.
But it had also been a long time since he had felt such desires towards a female. He had long grown bored with meaningless hookups just to satisfy an itch. What he was feeling right now, though, was no itch. Want hammered through him almost violently. He felt a hunger he had never felt before.
His eyes skimmed lower to her legs. He envisioned those high heels digging into his buttocks, urging him on. A little hum of excitement vibrated in his throat.
At his age, it was always a surprise when something stirred him anew. But this was not the time for such things.
Eric kept his expression cold. He could not afford to become distracted now. The girl would have to wait.
*
A sense of power emanated off one of the men on the sofa. Jasmine could feel it pressing against her, tingling over her flesh. He felt dangerous. Her overactive sixth sense was ringing like church bells in her head in warning.
Darting nervously over each male, Jasmine’s green eyes clashed with a pair of ice blue ones. Fixed on them like a deer in headlights, she could not look away.
They were chilling, like shards of newly formed ice. Yet they were breathtakingly beautiful—in a lethal kind of way. A shiver ran through her, as the eyes examined her slowly from head to toe. Even though the room was a comfortable temperature, goosebumps rose over her skin. She tried to remember how to breathe.
The eyes crinkled at the edges in a smile, the coldness in them thawing the more she watched. Their growing warmth sent a zing of desire down her spine. A strange kind of heat began to pool low in her abdomen.
Abruptly freed, Jasmine dropped her gaze to the red-carpeted floor. She stared at it blindly for a moment.
What the fuck had just happened? Confusion ricocheted through her.
He was not human. That was for sure. What was he?
So far, she had meet werewolves, witches, mages, and even trolls. All of them had their own unique signature to her senses. This male was something new to her, whatever he was.
An air of authority and power clung to him. The word alpha
screamed somewhere in the back of her mind. That made him more than dangerous. It made him deadly.
Jasmine edged closer to Twitch. She doubted her friend had picked up on the creature in the room. Her senses seemed to be more acute, sharper, than her co-workers'.
"You promised us weapons, mon ami, the fat man said.
And we intend to make sure you fulfil this."
He dabbed at his sweaty, bald head with a silk, white handkerchief. Perspiration kept springing up, which made Jasmine wonder if he was nervous. She guessed she would be to with an alpha creature sitting so close. It was downright nerve-racking.
Twitch straightened up beside her, catching her off-guard. I didn’t promise you anything. I’m out of that business now, Marcel. I can’t help you.
His voice was low but firm.
She glanced sideways in astonishment. Generally, he was a very shy introvert. She had never seen him with steel in his voice. He actually sounded quite determined.
The fat man's laugh was more like a school girl’s giggle. Oh, you will.
Jasmine’s eyes moved back over the three men. The fat man felt human, like his young, male, blond companion. She barely spared them a look, instead returning her attention to the non-human, who sat cross-legged on the sofa. Both his arms were relaxed along the back. His body language oozed confidence and dominance.
Jasmine examined him covertly. Maybe she could figure out what they were dealing with. She knew she had to be careful though.
Broad-shouldered, he looked like he was all hard muscle beneath his expensive, grey suit. A lean waist and hips tapered down to long, muscular legs.
He had well-defined cheekbones, an aquiline nose. His short, black, tousled hair was swept back from his forehead highlighting a devastatingly cold, handsome face, which betrayed little emotion.
His eyes were a bright cerulean blue. Their spellbinding intensity stole the breath from her lungs when she found herself caught within them. They seemed to look deep inside, right to her very soul. Dizziness swept through her. Tearing her gaze from his face, she looked away.
A smile had curved his sexy mouth. He had been aware of her scrutiny.
Jasmine felt a flutter of unexpected excitement in her stomach. She resisted the urge to bite her lip. His eyes were still on her. She could feel them sliding over her almost like a heated, physical caress.
They were being held prisoner and her body had decided to respond to the nearness of a good-looking guy. She never responded to men. Not even ones that looked this hot.
Giving herself a mental shake, she tried to get a grip of her traitorous body. This guy was a fucking baddie. Plenty of monsters—human or not—had pretty faces. She knew that from experience.
Twitch's voice snapped her from her thoughts.
No, I mean it, Marcel,
he said with anger now in his voice. I’m done with the black market.
The fat man looked amused. His pudgy face squished up in an unattractive grin. Oh, Twitch,
he said and let out an exaggerated sigh. Now we are going to have to punish your girlfriend for your disobedience.
Jasmine took a second to realize he meant her. Eyes widening, she stared at the arms dealer. Then she blinked in confusion, not sure she had heard him right.
Punish her? What the fuck did he mean by that? For one thing, she wasn’t his girlfriend. And for another, she and pain really did not get on well.
Twitch’s eyes expanded in alarm. Arm snaking out, he pulled her protectively against his side. Jasmine made a little oomph
from the force. His tall form trembled slightly against her.
You can’t punish her,
Twitch said, his voice a shaky whisper. The fingers of the arm around her shoulders clenched the material of her cardigan. He was holding her so tightly; it was almost painful.
Jasmine was not sure how he was going to get her out of this, but she trusted him so she kept her mouth shut.
We need you in one piece,
the fat man said, his white teeth flashing like a shark's. I’m sure Pierre will know just how to treat her.
His beady eyes strayed to the door.
Jasmine turned fearful eyes on the brawny man who had showed them inside.
The massive guard grinned. He rubbed one of his fists with his other hand. She had a feeling he wanted her to meet them up close and personal. It was something she would rather avoid.
He was packed with hard muscles. Obviously he spent most of his time in the gym, when he wasn’t threatening people for his boss. His nose was bent like it had once been broken. His brown eyes, boring a hole into her, were hard and uncaring.
Pierre would hurt her. She could see it in the glint of his eyes. He would also take pleasure in inflicting the pain.
Jasmine swallowed hard. All the self-defense training she had learnt fled from her head. Her heart rate increased almost painfully in her chest.
Perhaps you will allow me the pleasure.
The voice was a deep baritone. It held an English accent, upper-class and cultured.
Jasmine could feel the subtle pulse of power laced in the words. They fizzed on the tip of her tongue, like bubbles from prosecco.
Suddenly with a sense of dread she knew what they faced. Only a vampire could wield the ability of persuasion so masterfully. Those were the only creatures she had heard of that possessed that gift. Not all vampires—but enough of them.
The vampire’s eyes were chilling now. They were riveted on her with such intensity that she became a ball of nerves. Did he now want to hurt her, too?
Only a few minutes ago, his look had sent heat singing through her body. It was like he had flipped a switch. He had gone from sexual interest to a chilling remoteness in a matter of seconds.
But of course, Monsieur Jeger,
their host said and with a raised eyebrow, glanced at the vampire. You may deal with the girl.
Disappointment shadowed Pierre’s face. Jasmine was suddenly thankful he could not get his hands on her. She didn’t want to be his punching bag. Then again, she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out what the vampire had in store for her either.
She understood, though, that they wanted to make an example of her. Something to get Twitch’s cooperation, something he would not forget. That just did not bode well for her.
The vampire rose from the sofa and towered over her.
Jasmine had to tilt her head up just to meet his gaze. He was at least six feet tall. His presence was menacing and she had never felt so small in her life. She knew she was a shorty, but no one had ever made her feel this tiny.
Alarm constricted her chest. Those eyes were cold and unfriendly. These were the eyes of a killer. A monster.
Oh crap, what the fuck was she going to do?
Jasmine pressed herself fearfully into Twitch’s side. His arm squeezed her tighter. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep quiet. They were, after all, threatening her well-being.
Suddenly she wished she had not been the one to offer Twitch a ride home. One of her seasoned team-mates would have coped with his situation far better than she was capable of. They would have known what to do.
No, don’t hurt her.
Jasmine’s eyes shot up at her friend’s words. What the fuck was he doing? He could not give them what they wanted. They both knew that.
You agree to my terms?
Marcel asked, his eyebrows inching up.
The self-assurance on his face made her feel sick. The arms dealer was so sure he had Twitch right where he wanted him.
With a frustrated sigh, the techno mage nodded. Miserable green eyes met hers.
He was agreeing to protect her. Jasmine knew she could not let him do it. Creating weapons that could take innocent lives would destroy Twitch. She could not let herself be used as his vulnerability. Not even to save herself.
Taking a shaky breath, she swallowed down her fear.
No, don’t do it, Twitch.
His eyes flickered in confusion for a moment at her whisper. Jasmine.
Jasmine shook her head, eyes pleading. No, no. You can’t do this even to save me. It’s wrong and we both know it. We can’t trust them.
It wouldn't matter what happened to her. Not if she was saving the lives of others. Not if she was stopping her friend from making a terrible mistake—a mistake he might never recover from.
Marcel probably planned to kill her anyway once he had what he wanted. Why would he keep her alive? If she was going to die, she would rather go out knowing she had done so heroically.
A hand curled firmly round her bicep. A little zing of electricity shot up her arms. It didn't hurt—more of a strange little sensation. Jasmine gasped.
Raising her head, she caught a ghost of a smile on the vampire’s sensual lips. With a tug he wrenched her from Twitch’s protective embrace. It wasn’t painful but a show of force.
Struggling, she found her back pressed against a hard-muscled front. A pleasurable heat shot through her from the contact. Her heart was racing in her chest with fear and a disturbing sense of excitement.
Get the fuck off me, arsehole,
she snarled