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Rachel E Rice’s book one (I Am The Night) of the Night Series, a Vampire Romance, is published and is free at most EBook stores or get it free on Instafreebie. Book 2 (I Am First Night) is published and at the stores listed below. Book 3 coming in April. You can find my books everywhere ebooks are sold:  Amazon  Barnes and Noble  Apple  Kobo  Google

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Excerpt From Book 1: “I Am The Night” a Vampire Series

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Chapter Two


“I think I’ve had too much to drink,” Hannah said raising her hand to her head. The room swirled and the voices became louder mixed with laughter and music. She tried to make a half attempt to stand but instead swaying and reaching for Justin’s shoulder to prevent her from falling.

Holding her stomach and gasping for air, she said, “I need to get out of here.” Hannah standing this time but not too successful slipped back down in the seat. Justin rose and extended his hand she took his hand standing facing him.

“I’m going to take Hannah out for air. We’ll be back in a few. Order me another drink,” Justin said.

“I’m alright. I don’t want to ruin your night. Just get me to the door. I’ll wait out front at one of the tables, and when I feel better then I’ll come back in,” she said trying to pretend she was ok.

Hannah turned and took a few uneven steps. Then she reached for Justin’s arm. He walked her through a crowd of people coming into the bar and opened the door and they stepped out into the chilly night air. Hannah wore a heavy jean jacket yet she felt the wind and cold slice through it causing her to shudder.

Justin placed his arm around her shoulders to bring her close to his chest. She moved away not wanting his attention nor his help. She needed to be sick alone. And she didn’t want him to see how graceless it would be to vomit on his nice leather jacket.

“I’m okay, Justin. Go in.” She pushed at his chest and he didn’t budge. Looking up at him she said her speech slurred, “Wow, that’s impressive,” she said referring to his hard muscles. “I want to be alone in my misery. I feel better really.” That was furthest from the truth. She felt like shit and her face showed it. She was already a pale girl and sometimes she had rosy cheeks but not in the middle of winter and not now. She looked like hell and she knew it.

Justin reluctant to leave her alone turned away from Hannah and strolled back to the bar, after looking back several times to see if she needed him. He didn’t want to come on too strong and drive her away from him.

Hannah felt Justin couldn’t help her because by now he was as much inebriated as her.

Entering the bar, he found his seat near Chase with Gabriela sitting in the middle of Bryan and Chase. They didn’t look up or notice when he sat. Their only focus was Gabriela and who she would choose to kiss next. They were taking turns kissing her as the other sat there waiting for his turn like a dog waiting for his snack.

No one noticed Hannah’s absence but Justin.




Hannah never felt this bad in her entire life. Even when she had the flu. Her head ached, her stomach hurt, and she knew she was on the verge of throwing up everything she had for breakfast.

Glancing to her left, there was an alley between two tall buildings. It was dim lit and she didn’t see anyone at the time. Not even a moon to bring attention to her standing there. When she ambled to the dark corner facing the side of a building to bend over, her eyes caught the image of two men sitting on the bottom of a fire-escape.

By then it was too late for her to move. She felt the bile of the vomit entering her throat and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she would have some relief. All she could do was lean over and wait for the release of food and liquor. She had a bad feeling about the two men and something told her to run but she didn’t want the sour food and stench all over her. When she goes home her parents, especially her father, would know that she had been out drinking.

Still no relief, her head pounding and her stomach bubbling, she glanced to the side and the two men were headed in her direction.

Her head was down and before she could do anything, all she saw were their feet approaching her. They were wearing sneakers as they stood behind her. With her hands holding on to the building, she turned around looking for a way out and she vomited on their feet.

One of the men wearing white sneakers yelled, “The bitch threw up on my sneakers.” Then he grabbed her long curly hair in his fist and jerked her head back and around to face him.

“What are you doing here alone?” The other man tall and with a gruff voice grabbed her and placed a large hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming.

The shorter one still angry about his sneakers looked around searching for her friends and said, “Bring her to the basement.” When Hannah heard this, she knew that she was in serious trouble. Hannah gave out a muffled scream hoping someone going into the bar would hear her, but it was a quiet sound that had to compete with the noise of taxi horns, and music by Sam Smith playing in someone’s apartment or the bar she didn’t know which.

“No one will hear you, bitch,” the short bald man said. Hannah tried to dig in her heels to keep from being taken. Her father had warned her against going willingly with an abductor. “Put up a fight,” he said. “You know what will happen if someone gets you alone. You won’t have a chance. And for God’s sake stay off dark streets at night.” She remembered his words during her struggle but it was too late.

The tall blond guy drugged her along as if she was a rag doll, but she was doing her best to drag her feet, scratch, and bite and fight while the other guy was watching out for anyone who came looking for her.

Where was Justin when she needed him, and why was she so stupid as to tell him that she didn’t want his help?

As the two men managed to get her to the basement steps, she looked down at the open door. She had to do something before they got her behind that steel door. She opened her mouth wide and brought down her teeth on the soft skin between his thumb and finger. She bit him hard where he let her go and Hannah began screaming for help.

“That cunt bit me. I’ll probably need a tetanus shot. I’m bleeding,” the tall blond squealed.

When Hannah tried to run past the blond as she tried screaming over the sound of loud music and laughter from the bar, the short one still angry about his sneakers, came running and hit her with his fist and then back hand. Hannah crumpled and fell backwards on an old soiled mattress.

“You didn’t kill her did you?” He bent and placed his hand under her neck to check her pulse.

He stood looking at his friend. “She’s not dead. Let’s get her up and into the basement.

“We could fuck her here, and leave her body in that trash once we finish,” the short one said as they stood over her trying to decide what to do, “they won’t find her for months, maybe years buried under all that garbage in New Jersey.”



“What if I take her with me, and you two go back to what it is you were doing before you saw her?” The voice hard with a high degree of coldness. A hardness that neither one had heard on the streets of New York. It was low and yet loud because of the deep timber in his voice. There was a threatening edge to it. Yet the two men thought nothing of it. They were predators of the worse kind and they didn’t scare easy.

“She’s ours. We saw her first,” the tall blond said.

“I think you may have misunderstood me. I wasn’t asking for your permission,” the tall stranger stood six feet and he wore a black shirt, black pants, and a black duster over it. He had a day old growth of a dark beard on his face. His hair dark and full.

“Who are you? Do you think you’re some kind of super hero where you can take a bullet? The tall man the height of the stranger pulled from his pocket a chrome plated twenty-five and the short man a thirty-eight short barreled pistol and pointed it at the stranger.”

“I’m your ultimate nightmare,” the stranger said with a closed smile.

“My nightmares come at night, in my bed,” the tall man said as he laughed loud turning to his friend and his friend laughing along with him.

“I am the night,” the stranger said. “The first night, and the last night you will ever see.” He stepped closer to the tall guy as his eyes changed color. “I don’t want you to miss. Is this close enough?” The men weren’t convinced yet. So they stood there with stupid grins on their faces.

A bullet rang out at close range and nothing happened to the stranger. On seeing this the short one took off down the alley and up a fire escape. Scurrying inside their seedy apartment, the window fell down with a bang. The tall one looked back watching at his friend, unable to move. When he turned to the stranger, he saw him wrap his one hand around his throat.

He watched as the stranger’s two large incisors slid down pass his lips and he watched as the stranger leaned and plunged his teeth into his neck unable to move. He felt his life drain from his body.

With his legs flaying and arms waving about and then going limp, he looked like a rag doll. His clothes falling from his shrunken body. A mere skeleton laying in the stranger’s hand. All skull and large eyes looking back at the stranger. The stranger waved his hand and the garbage bin opened and he tossed the body inside and waved his hand and it closed.

The stranger looked down at Hannah lying on the soiled mattress.

The stranger stood over Hannah and reached for her. She still hadn’t gain consciousness. He passed two fingers over her mouth to wipe her mouth of the man’s blood. Bringing it to his lips he sucked his finger of the blood.

Looking down at her he thought how beautiful she was cradled in his arms and still she wasn’t cognizant of where she was and who was carrying her.

The stranger leaned into to her placing a strain of her reddish hair to the side, watching at her rosy mouth. He smelled her scent and became overwhelmed. It was her time of the month. He knew he shouldn’t be around her because she was so tempting and aroused him like never before.

He had no will around this female. She was too beautiful and too alluring and would only be a distraction and the death of him sooner or later. But he needed to make sure she was ok before he released her.

He needed to savor her smell one last time, feel her warm skin, look into her youthful life-filled eyes before he could say goodbye.

As if he willed her to look at him, her eyelids opened and her green eyes stared up at him. He paused and looked at her. She was in his arms leaning her head against his chest. It had been many years and he couldn’t remember when or if he ever felt this feeling for a human female. Maybe never until today.

It was a longing to be loved and to return that love. It was a longing to feel himself inside a warm body. Not any woman’s body, her body.

Before he reached the sidewalk he said to her, “Do you remember anything?” His voice soft, soothing, and non-threatening.” Hannah could see him in the faint window lights coming from the apartments and the sign from the bar. She stared at him unable to speak. His face magnificently handsome and pale with chiseled features and high cheekbones. His lips full over even teeth.

If she could wish for a man it would have been him. She could dream about him now. Her knight saved her. The man of her dreams who now would be only in her dreams.

Mesmerized at his gaze, her eyes followed up and she focused on his eyes. They were the bluest she had ever seen. Icy radiance, her first thought only had she seen that color once in new snow. His eyes glowed as he moved through the seamless darkness of the alley carrying Hannah.

For some reason she wasn’t afraid of him. She should have been, but because of what she remembered about the two men trying to rape her and kill her, she felt safe in the stranger’s arms. So safe that she didn’t want to leave him.

His presence affected her in ways she couldn’t comprehend. She felt the power and charm he emitted. The power his body possessed over hers. To fight his power she knew she had to resist because she wanted to go with him and she didn’t care where it was.

But where was she going with him, and where was he taking her?

Was she safe because she was still alive and hadn’t been molested? “Please put me down. I can stand,” she said with a tone of gratitude and strength. The stranger placed her on her feet. He raised his head as if taking in a breath. He was remembering how she smelled in his arms and how he would have to pull himself away from her before he forgot who he was and why he was out walking.

The stranger turned quickly sensing an approaching male.

Then Hannah heard Justin calling her name, “Hannah, where are you?” Hannah rushed in the direction of his voice emerging from the alley, she turned around to thank the stranger. He was gone. She looked up. He couldn’t have vanished into the buildings. He wasn’t dressed like he belonged in that neighbor. The feel of his clothing, fine cloth, and expensive.

She stared into the darkness not believing her eyes. The alley behind her a dead end. “I’m here,” she shouted when Justin didn’t see her. He walked closer to the edge of the building and then peeped around it to see her eyes large with fright.

“What are you doing in that alley?”

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Excerpt From Star Splitter Book 2

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Excerpt from Star Splitter Book 2

When she stopped struggling the craft dropped her inside a compound and took off. This was a prison of some kind. A prison with women. They walked around in a daze but one thing she noticed, they were all dressed in beautiful attire, and they were her age or younger. None were teenagers and none were in their thirties.


They were beautiful young women. And the second thing she noticed. They were like her, well almost like her. They were the first androids built to look like humans.

As Jessie stood watching at them, a group of soldiers rushed in her direction and subdued her with electrical prods and short circuited her program.

When she woke she was in an office sitting in a large wingback chair. She heard the shuffling of feet and a door opening and closing and then the opening of the door to the sparse office where the window overlooked the courtyard of what she thought was a prison.

“You’re Jessie, am I right?” The thin faced, deep set eyes, nervous male said standing before her leaning on the desk and stooping to look her in the eyes. “You aren’t like the old models here. You are more human than a human female. I never thought I would come across one like you.”

“That’s because I’m the only one like me,” Jessie said in an arrogant tone.”

“You have all the mannerism and sharp tongue of a human female. You are priceless. I will get a lot of gold for you. Do you understand me?” He stood in front of her. If you want to remain in your state of conscientiousness you will have to hold your tongue.”

Jessie glared at him. She didn’t know how to control that part of her brain. She didn’t know how to be obedient and do what the man had said hold your tongue. She held her tongue and just glared at him with her unusual blue eyes.

“But of course you do. Don’t be frightened.” It wasn’t fear that the man saw in her eyes but loathing. “Your previous owner died shortly after he discovered that you had run away. I guess the old man’s heart couldn’t stand the disappointment.”

“Why are you holding me against my will?” Jessie felt compelled to say.

“Because you have no will. You are what I say you are, and you are now a possession of the corporation of this planet. The rich men on this planet pay me to bring them the best A. I. females in the universe. Ones that will obey their every command and ones that will provide whatever sex they subscribe to. Any and everything,” he emphasized with a widening of his grey eyes.

The man stood in front of Jessie. “You are not unusual here but you are one of a kind. All the women you see here are humanoids. They are the only women who could survive on this planet and I’ve been collecting them for twenty years. This is the first time I’ve met one like you.”

The man walked away from Jessie and sat behind his desk. Rubbed his chin as he studied her.

“I will not cooperate with whatever you have in mind. I will break out of here the first chance I get and you won’t be able to stop me.”

“I know you have that in mind. They all thought they could. But with a little configuration of your circuits, you will be like a puppy wearing an electrical leash and I will be your master. When you misbehave, I will… never mind.” And he shot her a sly smile.

He rose from behind his desk and pushed a button and two soldiers in dark brown fatigues walked up to her and took both her arms. She let them take her to the door.

Then she wrapped her hands around their wrist and with a snap of her hands she whipped them around facing each other and with a quick flick of her hands she brought their heads together. The crash of bones breaking made a sickening dull sound. She had shattered their skulls and they dropped in front of her.

It took the man a few seconds to understand what had happened. He stood with his mouth opened looking down at the two soldiers.

“You can’t get out of here. I can afford to lose men. Can you afford to give up your existence? Once I cut off the circuit to your computer, your life’s battery will die and there will be no more you. All I have to do is call in twelve men to hold you down. I don’t think you can fight off twelve men. Correct me if I’m wrong.” He smiled a wide smile. He knew Jessie’s limitations if she didn’t.

She had grown tired of hearing how she could die. She didn’t want to die because Dorian’s ship, the Star Splitter, would cease to exist and would destroy all on it if it wasn’t docked on a planet. And what about Max?

She had fallen in love with Max. She shouldn’t have but the desire to see him grew more each day that she was away from him. Filled with pain at the thought of him unable to find her, and she may never see him again, caused her to weaken with anxiety and dread.

She knew there was a possibility that she would never see Dorian again, but Max was there to love her and make her feel like a woman and that’s all she wanted was to be loved again. She cursed the scientist for giving her these feelings. But it was because of the feelings that her senses were acute and came alive. And she thought it better to laugh or cry, love and die, than to be forever a robot heartless and cold.

To the warden’s surprise Jessie said, “I won’t resist.”

“Good,” he said stepping over his dead men with crushed skulls where their brains were visible. “I’ll give you a week to rest and prepare to meet your new owner.” The man walked to the door, opened it and called in the men outside and they walked in and stared down at the two men.

“Why are you staring at them? They’re dead. Do you want to end up like them, then get them out of my sight,” he said. “I’ll take you Jessie and show you your room.” He opened the door for Jessie and she walked weary alongside of her jailer. “I want to make sure you don’t leave here without me knowing. I’ll keep you close to me. You will be living in my wing,” he looked at her, “close to me.” He unlocked the door. Jessie turned to glance at him. “I don’t want you dealing with those robots. I may want to test you before I sell you to this thing from Ovid.”

“What kind of test?” She asked. He shot her a wicked smile. His beady eyes lit up but he never answered her.

Jessie felt better now. She knew Ovid was the planet she needed to get to where she could meet up with Dorian and that peeked her curiosity. But why would he call an Alien a thing. That didn’t sound good to even a humanoid, let alone a robot.

Whatever the nervous sweaty jailer thought he would do to Jessie, wasn’t going to happen. She would rather he disconnected her than endure the touch of a slimy greedy man like him.

He pointed to a large chest as she stood around waiting for him to leave. “You’ll find all you need in there. The girls in here are special and therefore command a high price. I have to make sure the standards are kept. We get humans and Aliens from all over the galaxy looking for something that’s not a human but just human enough to satisfy their pleasures.”

She sat near the window and looked out at the courtyard. “I know what you’re thinking and you won’t get as far as the gate. It’s one hundred miles to the nearest outpost. You ran out of gas in this heat and you had only traveled twenty-five miles.”

He stood with his back to the door shifting the remote to both hands which opens and closes the door to her room.

“I’ve had a long day. Can I have some down town?” Jessie said. He laughed.

“You even talk like a woman. You probably believe you are one. Oh well, to each his own. If you believe you’re a woman, then that will make the client more than happy to have someone like you. I bet you even get headaches.” Another loud laugh as the squirrelly thin man left the room.

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