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Uprising (Book 1)

Uprising (Book 1)

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This is a spin-off series and can be read as a standalone or, with the Eternally Mated series.
“We can’t fight evolution, only ride it out and hope the ending is in our favor.”

Ryder Mattis As a former Navy Seal, beating the odds is something Ryder excels at. However, the world has changed and his transformation into a vampire gives survival a whole new meaning. If that isn’t enough to ruin his life, a plague unleashes utter destruction on humanity. He knows he has what it takes to protect those who survive even if they don’t like his rules. What he doesn’t count on is a female with stormy eyes and a will to live getting under his skin.

Kayla has lost everyone she loves to the red death. Surviving the plague is one thing, but a vow made to her dying father puts her under the protection of a predator. Surprised at how her body reacts to Ryder when he feeds, she has a hard choice to make. But when tragedy strikes and forces the vampire to give her his blood, she morphs into something no one could ever predict.

The new world doesn’t come with a handbook and when fate brands them as potential mates, they are not prepared. They can either battle each other, or band together in a fight for survival. The future holds no guarantees, but being alone might be worse than death.

Main Tropes

  • Alpha Hero
  • Fated Mates
  • Military


Ryder, a former Navy SEAL, has always defied the odds. However, his life takes a dramatic turn when he undergoes a transformation into a vampire, introducing a whole new dimension to the concept of survival. As if that weren't enough, a devastating plague ravages humanity, pushing him to become a protector of the survivors, even if it means imposing his own rules. What he doesn't anticipate is the presence of a strong-willed woman with stormy eyes, who manages to get under his skin in ways he never imagined.

Kayla has endured the heartbreak of losing everyone she loves to the deadly red death plague. While surviving the outbreak is an achievement in itself, a promise she made to her dying father places her under the unexpected protection of a vampire, Ryder. Astonished by her body's reactions to Ryder when he feeds, Kayla is faced with a difficult choice. However, when tragedy strikes, forcing Ryder to share his blood with her, she undergoes a transformation that defies all expectations.

In this uncharted new world, where there is no handbook to guide them, fate unexpectedly designates them as potential mates. Their ill-preparedness for this revelation leaves them with a stark choice: confront each other as adversaries or unite in a desperate battle for survival. While the future remains uncertain and devoid of guarantees, the prospect of loneliness in this post-apocalyptic world may be even more harrowing than death itself. Ryder and Kayla's journey unfolds in a gripping narrative of love, survival, and the unpredictable twists of fate.

Intro Into Chapter One


That voice. It was like nails on a chalkboard, demanding Sabrina wake up, but damn, her bed was comfy. Maybe if she grabbed some duct tape, she could shut up whoever was busy tweaking her last nerve.

“What did you do to her?” The female voice posed the question to someone else. Great, that meant another asshole was in her room, intent on interrupting her sleep. Did these people not know it was best to leave sleeping dragons sleep?

“Saved her life,” the male voice dripped with irritation, which was what Sabrina was quickly becoming. 

“Well, shouldn’t she be awake by now?” The female was clearly panicked.

“How should I know? I’ve never turned anyone before.”

Oooookay. Now they had her attention. Turn someone? Into what? Against her better judgment, Sabrina cracked open an eye and…

“Holy fucking shit mother of a––” She slammed that eye shut and slapped both hands over her face. Speaking through her fingers, she continued, “Turn off that fucking light! Are you trying to blind a person?”

“Quick, close the curtains,” the female hissed at what Sabrina guessed was the irritated male. Soon a heavy set of footsteps stormed across the hardwood, followed by the sound of metal scraping against metal.

“Okay, Mom. Spike closed the curtains.”

Spike? What the hell kind of name was Spike? Tempting fate, she cracked open her eyes through her spread fingers. It took a minute for everything to come into focus and the fog that hung over her to lift. Vision now sharp as a tack, she shot daggers at the two people who stared down at her. Ruby, her daughter and… Well, that must be Spike. Aptly named for the leather jacket he wore, all jacked up with silver studs and a short spike on each shoulder. How ridiculous he looked. Though she certainly understood why her daughter would hang with him. He was ruggedly handsome with his short blond hair, scruff on his jaw, and the brownest eyes she had ever seen.

“How do you feel?” her daughter asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

“Fine, considering you woke me from the wettest dream ever.” And what a doozy it had been. Mr. Tall, Dark and Sinful, with the most wicked tongue ever had been busy giving her the number and not his phone number either. She would seriously consider selling her soul to Satan for a man like that in her bed instead of her worn-out vibrator. The Intimidator had seen better days, that was for sure, and every time she plugged the beast in, she feared electrical shock. Maybe it was time to retire him and invest in something safer.

Pushing herself up, she looked around, now pissed that the skillful tongue between her thighs wasn’t real.

“What time is it?”

“Nine in the morning,” her daughter replied.

This not only caused concern but her black brow to jack up. “Why are you in my bedroom at nine in the morning? And, even more important, why is he and who is he?” She pointed her index finger at who she assumed was Spike.

“That’s Spike, my boyfriend.” Her daughter still hadn’t moved from the edge of her bed.

“I see. Well, while it’s nice to meet you Spike, I have things to do.” She shoved the blanket, which was tangled around her, and swung her legs until her feet were planted on the warm wooden planks. Normally, she didn’t sleep this late, but she recalled tying one on in a big way last night with Robin and Laura. Laura had wanted to drown herself in booze since she was turning fifty this week. The hurricanes had flowed way too easily, and they had closed down the bar. It surprised her at how great she felt now that the sun was no longer blinding her. As she walked across the floor, she realized Ruby and Spike were still in her room and staring her down like she had three heads. Whipping to face them, she sighed.

“Why are you guys still here? Did I forget something?” She racked her brain and came up empty. Her manager covered the coffee shop, and Sabrina had the next couple of days off. So, she stared at them with the patience of a woman who needed her gallon of iced coffee. It was her addiction and God help anyone who stood between her and that witch’s brew. 

“Mom, do you really not remember anything from your night out?”

“I recall drinking way too much and lots of dancing.” Her jaw unhinged itself and nearly smacked her breasts, which, she quickly realized, were far perkier than they should be unbound in her flimsy tee and Spike was busy staring. Crossing her arms, she tossed a lethal glare in his direction, causing him to quickly divert his gaze to the floor and stare at his biker boots. Not that she minded the attention, but he was her daughter’s boyfriend. Sabrina didn’t play that game.

“Did I dance on the bar again?” Dear God, please not again. She wasn’t a big drinker and the last time she had tied one on, she had danced on the bar. The embarrassment had been enough to make her drink nothing harder than mineral water for months afterward. Shit. She needed new friends because those bitches were the devil’s right hand.

“No. I think you better sit, though.” The concern that passed in her daughter’s eyes made her knees go weak. She had done something worse? Fuck. Had she stripped? That wasn’t her thing, so it was unlikely. What was more probable was picking up some hot guy. It had been so long since she had gotten a good fuck on she wondered if her nether region had shriveled up and blown away.

“Public sex?” She cringed as the words came out of her mouth, then got pissed. She had been so drunk she had forgotten getting laid, and that was one thing she wanted to remember. Funny, she didn’t feel sexed up. Maybe it had sucked, in which case not remembering was something she could totally live with.


“Well, what the hell then?” she huffed.

“Mom. Seriously, you need to sit for this.”

Swallowing, she moved to the small sitting area by the heavily curtained window and plopped onto the lounge. “Spill it.” She was a grown-ass woman of fifty-three. Whatever dreadful thing she had done, she would accept it and move on with grace. Publicly anyway. Privately, she would swear to every deity there was to never do it again if the papers didn’t get hold of it. Last thing she needed was her face plastered on the front page unless it was to wax poetic about her sinful coffee and bakery shop, Whole Latte Love Café.

“I’m just going to get right to the point. When you left the bar, someone mugged you. The guy stabbed you and there was so much blood.” Ruby began to cry, and Sabrina wondered why she had no recollection of being mugged. She looked down at herself, noting her skin was without bruising and she had no soreness. Shouldn’t a stabbing cause a shitload of pain? Maybe she was on some kick-ass drugs, and this was just a dream.

“I don’t understand. Did I go to the hospital?”

Ruby shook her head and wiped her nose with a tissue. “Spike and I just happened to come right behind you and found you. Your pulse was so weak there wasn’t time to get you help.” Her breath in was long and slow. “I asked Spike to change you.”

She blinked as if the flutter of her lashes was going to engage her brain. “Change me?”

“Spike’s a vampire, Mom. Now, you are too.”

“Mother fuck!”

* * *


Christoph’s long-time friend and advisor Jonas stepped into the office carrying a black folder which never meant good things were about to happen.

“Who now?” he questioned.

“A vampire who goes by the name of Spike.” He laid the open folder on the massive desk in front of Christoph. “He turned his girlfriend’s mother.”

His jaw ticked again. It happened every time something went wrong, which seemed to be a lot of late. He glanced down at the papers and skimmed the dossier on this Spike fellow, which seemed to be only a couple of pages. The kid was a recently made vampire. One who had moved to New Orleans only six months ago. Still, it was no excuse to break their laws. Vampires had laws for a reason, and as the king of the NOLA coven, these were his rules, and he did not abide by rule breakers.

“Bring him in for questioning.”

“Already on it.” Jonas took a seat on the sofa as the tray of coffee was wheeled into the room. “He should be in custody shortly and in front of you…” He looked at his watch. “Any moment.”

There was a brief knock on the door before it flung open and a rather pale vampire was being escorted by two of Christoph’s men. They shoved Spike in front of the large desk and forced him into a chair. The two vampires, dressed in black suits, stepped to the back of the room, their presence enough to make a grown man wet himself. Not that a vampire king needed guarding. He was the most powerful male in the room, but protocol had to be followed at all times.

He studied the vampire before him. From what he had read, Spike, a.k.a. Stanley Smith had been turned at the age of thirty-five by one of the New York coven and had only been a vampire for less than a year. He had left New York shortly after and moved to New Orleans. Christoph tapped the folder on his desk.

“Mr. Smith.”

The vampire cringed at the use of his Christian name.

“I see here that you recently applied for a permanent visa to live in New Orleans?”

“Yes, Sire.”

“And when you make such an application, you vow to obey not only the local covens’ rules, but all vampire laws. Is that not correct?”

“That is correct, Sire.” Spike shifted in his seat. Apparently, the chair was becoming a bit too hot for him. Well, he was about to turn the heat up full blast.

“Then please explain how it came to be that you have sired a vampire without permission?”

Spike rubbed his palms on his jeans. “She was dying, and my girlfriend begged me.”

“I see. So, what you are saying is that our laws are not as important as the requests of the human you are fucking?”

“N-no. That is not what I’m saying.” He shifted again. “Sire.”

The tick started again with renewed vigor and his brow hiked upward as he folded his arms and leaned back in his chair. “Then enlighten me, Mr. Smith.”

“I-I am sorry, Sire. I never meant to break the law. Time was of the essence and…” he looked down at the floor before he brought his gaze back up. “I couldn’t watch her die.”

Sucking in a breath, he glanced at Jonas and understanding passed between him and his long-time friend. Jonas had been terminally ill, and on his deathbed, when Christoph had turned him. Watching his friend slowly waste away had torn him up and spit him out. The difference was, Christoph was born over five centuries ago in a small village in Romania. The son of Vlad Dracula, he was a born vampire, and he not only made the rules, he broke them when it was to his benefit.

There were only a few born vampires, all of which held authority over their territories. They were in agreement with the vampire laws and then each had their own rules for their covens. The law stated that your king must grant permission to turn a human. After all, they couldn’t have vampires running around turning humans willy nilly.

“While I understand your situation, you still broke our law and must be punished.”

Spike nodded. “I understand, Sire.”

“You have one week to get your affairs here in order before your visa will expire. At which time you will return to your coven back in New York and take your offspring with you. Let the king of the New York coven deal with you and yours.”

The vampire paled further and swallowed. “Yes, Sire.”

“You are dismissed.”

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