The Last True Vampire (Last True Vampire Series #1)

The Last True Vampire (Last True Vampire Series #1)

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by Kate Baxter
     
 

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As Michael's eyes lit on a female not twenty feet away, he knew without a doubt that it was her blood that called to him and her scent that had awakened him.This female had tethered his soul and returned it to him.

SOUL SURVIVOR
He is the last of his race. The one true king of the vampires. Michael Aristov roams the nightclubs

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As Michael's eyes lit on a female not twenty feet away, he knew without a doubt that it was her blood that called to him and her scent that had awakened him.This female had tethered his soul and returned it to him.

SOUL SURVIVOR
He is the last of his race. The one true king of the vampires. Michael Aristov roams the nightclubs of L.A. after dark, haunted by his past and driven by his hunger. The last of the Ancient Ones, he alone has survived the destruction of his race at the hands of the slayers. Now he is forced to hunt and feed like a common vampire, a creature of lust. Nothing in this world can fulfill his needs…until he meets a woman who's everything he's ever wanted. And more.

SWEET SALVATION
Her name is Claire Thompson. Her blood is so sweet, so intoxicating—the smell alone draws Michael to her like a moth to the flame. Sly, sexy, and seductive, Claire seems to be the only mortal who can satisfy his craving and seal his fate…forever. Can she be trusted? From their very first kiss, the last true vampire sweeps Claire into a world in which darkness rules desire—and where falling in love is the greatest danger of all…in The Last True Vampire by Kate Baxter.

First in the thrilling new series!

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“Kate Baxter tantalizingly weaves legend and sizzling romance into a tale that will leave you craving more! Kate is on my list of 'must reads'!” —New York Times bestselling author Donna Grant

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ISBN-13:
9781250053763
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
06/02/2015
Series:
Last True Vampire Series , #1
Pages:
384
Sales rank:
126,354
Product dimensions:
4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.10(d)

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The Last True Vampire


By Kate Baxter

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2015 Kate Baxter
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-5647-9


CHAPTER 1

The vampire knew of no one on the face of the earth that he despised as fervently as the Sortiari. Mikhail wondered if his torture somehow assuaged their guilt as the self-proclaimed influencers of Fate? Perhaps it justified the murders they'd tasked their lapdogs to commit? Because as far as Mikhail was concerned, the only thing the slayer had accomplished was to further enrage an already-rabid beast. Careful in his technique, the false priest took great care as he made a show of purifying Mikhail's flesh. A torch burned bright in the dark dungeon, the fire casting inhuman shadows as though revealing the slayer's true face. He touched the flame to Mikhail's skin again and again as he absolved the vampire of sin in preparation for the killing blow.

Mikhail's fangs punched down from his gums and a feral growl erupted in his chest. Pain fueled his rage and gave him strength as he fought to free himself from the bonds that restrained him. The silver chains were woven, it was said, with strands of hair from an archangel's head. Those lies might have worked on the simple folk who lived in the villages, but Mikhail knew that the Sortiari were nothing more than butchers hiding behind the cloister of the Holy See and the church's myths. The slayer wore an elaborate gold crucifix around his neck, which complemented his black and red robes, giving him the appearance of a man of God. But this creature was no priest and neither were the Sortiari holy. No, the members of this secret society were nothing more than zealots with the resources they required to further their cause thanks to the wealth of the church.

Weakened from a fortnight of torture and starved of blood, Mikhail swayed on his feet, the silver chains the only things holding him upright. Once a proud warrior, he'd been reduced to a bloodied mass of flesh and raw nerves. How he wanted to sink his fangs into his enemy's throat and rejoice in the warmth of the slayer's blood as it flowed over his tongue. He ached for vengeance, for the opportunity to deliver justice to the bastards who'd all but annihilated an entire race. Mikhail thrashed against his bonds, strained at the heavy length of silver that weighed him down and stole his strength. Endless black swallowed the whites of the slayer's eyes until no color remained and he laughed. A sound that grated in Mikhail's ears like the scratch of metal on metal.

The slayer paused in his ministrations, a silver dagger dripping with Mikhail's own blood clenched tight in his fist. "By the will of Fate, we have rid the world of your kind." The words were spoken as nothing more than a whisper, yet they resonated with the force of an angry shout. "The Sortiari have killed your females, ripped the wombs from their wretched bodies, and burned the abominations growing inside of them in sacred flames. Your warriors are gone, torn limb from limb, their black hearts speared, and the pieces buried in consecrated ground."

His breath hot and reeking of rancid flesh, the slayer spoke close to Mikhail's face. A monster stood in this cold, dank dungeon, but it wasn't the vampire. As the creature in the guise of a human sliced the blade across Mikhail's torso, cutting away great sheets of his flesh, he saw a glimpse of the beast that simmered beneath the slayer's skin. Berserker. He could almost laugh at the folly of the church for allying themselves with the Sortiari. Employing the very creatures they sought to vanquish. As pain clouded his mind and stole any sense of reason, Mikhail refused to cry out. He would not show weakness.

"I killed your sire with my own hands, you soulless wretch," the slayer said with pride. "Your whore as well. And as the last of your kind, you are nothing more than the heir to death. The entirety of your race will end with you." He dropped the dagger somewhere at his side and from his robes produced a long wooden spike, tipped with silver. "The future waits to do the Sortiari's bidding. We are Fate." Holding it in both fists, the slayer held the weapon high above his head, raised to the sky as though in prayer. "May God have mercy on your evil soul," he snarled as he drove the spike into the vampire's chest.

* * *

Michael Aristov came awake with the setting sun, clutching at his chest. His fingers found the familiar star-shaped scar, burned there by the wooden spike infused with Sortiari magic. Another inch to the left and he would have joined the entirety of his race in whatever afterlife awaited the immortal. Would there be a day of his existence that he didn't relive that wretched night of torture in his dreams? He collapsed back on his pillow as he attempted to rub the ghost of pain from his sternum. Tonight wasn't the first night he'd wished the assassin had been better at the job. Death would have been a welcome respite from the pain of isolation and the promise of an eternity of soulless existence.

He swung his legs over the edge of the king-size bed and let his head hang between his shoulders. How many nights had it been since he'd fed? Twenty? Thirty? Too damned many at any rate. His body ached with hunger, his throat raw and his gut pulsing with a hollow yet acidic burn that damn near brought him to his knees. With effort, Michael reached for his cell on the bedside table. He scrolled through his contacts and hit "send."

"What's on tap for tonight?" a man answered on the other end.

"I'm going out. Bring the car." Michael's own voice was gravel spinning in a cement mixer, and speaking did little to soothe the fire in his throat.

"Ten minutes?"

Michael's head spun. His thoughts clouded. If he didn't feed soon, instinct would overtake him and he'd be unable to control his compulsion to feed. "Make it five."

"Five minutes, then" came the reply before the call disconnected.

Arms braced at his sides, Michael pushed himself off the bed. He wobbled on his feet for a moment, light-headed. The collective hunger of an entire race exhausted his strength and he wondered, if he allowed them all to perish, would he too finally see his end? The slayers hadn't managed to do the deed four centuries ago; surely he was doomed to the torture of this empty existence for all eternity.

A few stumbling steps took Michael to a control panel on the wall. He pushed a button and the blackout blinds retracted from the floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing the gray twilight that draped the sky as though with the haze of a mourning cloak. Michael gazed out at the gardens beyond his window, and the tension constricting his muscles eased by slow degrees. He didn't miss the sun. The sun was hot, and bright, and punishing. He had no desire to feel the warmth of it on his skin or see the ocean in the daytime, bright and blue in its reflection, like the vampires did in the movies. Michael didn't secretly yearn for a time when he would meet the accursed yellow orb in a glorious display of morning light. The thing he feared — truly resented — was that he had to shut himself up in a tomb to block out those deadly rays. Even in his spacious house, miles from the congestion of the city, he felt suffocated once the blinds went down. And he had that Sortiari bastard to thank for that.

True to his word, Alex pulled up to the front door just a few minutes later. The human was worth every cent of his considerable paycheck: prompt, discreet, and efficient. He never asked questions and he did whatever was required of him. And in a city where gossip paid very, very well, he was a valuable commodity indeed.

"Where to?" Alex asked as he opened the door of the sleek black town car.

A nice open field in Siberia might be nice. "Take me into the city. Club district."

Alex inclined his head. "Anywhere in particular?"

Michael should have found a dhampir to supply a willing vein — that blood would surely sustain him longer — but he didn't have the patience or energy to deal with his own kin. Keeping company with dhampirs would dredge up too many painful memories for him to stomach. "Wherever's hot right now. I don't care about the specifics."

"Can do." Alex closed the door and took the driver's seat. "You do realize things won't heat up at the clubs for a few hours yet. Tongues will wag whether you're fashionably late or way too early."

True, but at this point it hardly mattered. "Like you said, they'll talk either way. Let's just get this over with."

"You're the boss," Alex replied as he put the car into gear and began the long trek down Mulholland toward the city.

Michael leaned his head back on the rest as he relaxed against the supple leather interior and closed his eyes. His control was slipping as the thirst mounted, his sanity on the precipice of collapse. The memories of the Ancient Ones assaulted his mind, remnants of lives extinguished by Sortiari slayers. Once he fed he'd be strong enough to keep the memories at bay, but right now his mind roared with myriad voices, thoughts, and events of lives in a time long since passed.

"Not much farther," Alex remarked from the front of the car. "Just hang on."

Awareness spiked for the briefest moment and a desperate snarl tore from Michael's throat. The scent of the driver's blood invaded his nostrils, tempting him beyond reason. His fangs slid down from his gums and it took every ounce of willpower in his control to keep from attacking the man speeding through the city in an effort to see him properly fed. Michael pierced his tongue with one sharp tip. It had been so long since he'd last fed, he didn't even have a drop of blood in his own body left to spare. His heart was silent in his rib cage, his lungs still. Chest unmoving with breath. He had nothing with which to keep the frenzy in check.

Michael Aristov was the last of the Ancient Ones, untethered and soulless, the lone remaining carrier of the collective memory, and the sole guardian of an orphaned race.

And if he didn't feed soon, he would be the death of them all.

* * *

Claire Thompson spread the wad of bills out on the table, smoothing the crumpled edges, and put them in order, largest to smallest. She promised herself this would be her last hustle, just this once until she picked up more hours at the diner. Without the three hundred dollars she'd won off those guys at the pool tables, she wouldn't have been able to make her rent. And there was no way in hell she was living out of her car again.

Truth be told, there was nothing like easy money. The hours at the diner were hard. Her feet ached every day, she was always tired, and half of her customers were filthy letches or undertipping assholes. She was good at hustling and it took a hell of lot less effort than balancing five plates of eggs and hash browns in one hand while trying not to spill the pot of coffee in her other. But she'd made a vow to herself that she was going to walk the straight and narrow from here on out. Well, from tomorrow on out. Tonight was about making her rent and getting the cash she needed for at least a week's worth of groceries. Los Angeles was a jungle. Survival of the fittest, kill or be killed, all of that law of the wild crap counted here, and she wasn't about to be culled from the herd because she couldn't take care of herself.

Claire stared across the street, observing the circus that had begun to set up camp at Diablo, the newest hot-spot nightclub. The neon sign glowed bloodred in the encroaching darkness and the lineup of party girls waiting to go inside were a spectacle in and of themselves. What in god's name would possess a woman to leave her house dressed like a sexy stuffed animal? Tall furry boots, shorter-than-short micromini skirts, and bikini tops weren't enough for these hard-core partiers' outfits. Nope. They topped it all off with pointy-eared furry hats and little fluffy tails that stuck out from the backs of their too-short skirts.

Gag.

However ... with the drum and bass EDM party scene came a set of recreational drugs that would make a lot of them easy prey for a skilled pickpocket like Claire. And this wasn't the usual down-and-out crowd you came across in the Valley. The clientele who frequented Diablo tonight consisted of overprivileged, spoiled-rotten daddy's girls and unambitious trust fund boys. None of them would miss a diamond tennis bracelet or gold watch. They probably had drawers full of them at home. A single score would set her up for a couple of months. It was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. Besides, after tonight she was going straight.

She looked down at her worn skinny jeans, simple black tee, and cheap Payless heels. Not exactly the type of grade-A hottie who made it past the velvet rope, especially when she was contending with a horde of plushies, all sucking on pacifiers — probably laced with Molly — in a way that would tempt Freud from the grave. Ew.

There were other ways to get into a nightclub, though. She didn't need to look like a teddy-bear hooker to get past the gatekeepers. That's what back doors were for. Claire stuffed all but a hundred bucks of her cash into her pocket and headed out of the pool hall and across the street. She passed up the line of clubbers at the front entrance and strolled to the back of the building as though she belonged there. That was the trick to sneaking around: Never look like you're sneaking. A twentysomething guy in a red T-shirt withDiablo scrawled across the front in black script was standing outside the rear exit smoking a cigarette. He eyed Claire with suspicion, taking her in from head to toe. She smiled as though she'd known the guy for years, and tucked the two fifties against her right palm. Indecision gave her pause, and her step faltered as she headed up to the door. If she didn't score inside, she'd be out a hundred bucks and she'd have to go out tomorrow night to make up the extra cash. Which would totally shoot to shit her vow to make tonight her last night.

"Hey," she said to the guy at the door. "Sup?"

"The line to get in is around the corner," he replied on an exhalation of smoke.

Claire kept the friendly smile plastered on her face no matter how badly the smell made her stomach lurch. Scent and memory were closely tied, unfortunately, and Claire had a lot of shitty memories to dredge up. "Oh, I know," she said, and stretched out her right hand. "I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Janae." Rule of the hustle number one:Never give your real name.

"Paul," the guy said, reaching out to shake her hand.

She slipped the bills against his hand and, though his eyes showed a hint of acknowledgment, he didn't give any other sign that she'd placed the bills into his palm. Apparently this wasn't Paul's first rodeo. He tucked his hand in his pocket without so much as a glance at the money. Like he knew that she'd tipped him well. Then again, Claire had always had this strange trustworthy quality about her. It was like she could project an aura of honesty and people just bought it. It's what made her so good at the con. And likewise, she always knew when someone was lying. Like a tingle that spread through her body. Intuition like that was a godsend when you grew up on the streets.

Paul toed the back door, easing it open to allow just enough room for Claire to pass through. He didn't budge from his spot, just took another drag and expelled the smoke. "See ya around, Janae."

"You're one of the good ones, Paul," she said as she slipped through the door.

He responded with an amused snort.

Once through the stockroom and in the club proper, Claire was reminded of why she didn't hang out at places like this. It always surprised her how high-class debauchery was so much more accepted. This place had the same sex, drugs, and dirty dealings on display as you'd find in a dive bar in the Valley. But in the morning everyone who'd been here would skip along their merry way like nothing had happened, as though money absolved them of all sin, whereas the stigma of bad behavior followed the less fortunate wherever they went. The wealth and privilege here was a painful reminder that these people were the haves while she was a have-not. She mused, as she took in her surroundings, that by midnight the accumulated net worth of the club patrons could probably pay off the national debt.

Acting as though she belonged in this crowd was tough when she felt so out of place. Her shoes were the most expensive part of her sad wardrobe. She'd saved up tips for two weeks to afford the thirty-dollar black heels, and to tell the truth, they pinched her feet so badly she was considering going barefoot. Dirty floors be damned.

From the corner of her eye she caught sight of a group of girls taking selfies with their top-of-the-line smartphones. Claire couldn't even afford a cheap prepaid burner phone. If she had to make a call, she used the phone at the diner. Besides, it's not like she had anyone in her life who might be interested in talking to her. For several minutes she stood there, staring as the trio made the standard pouty duck-lip faces, then switched to screwed-up gazes with their tongues lolling out of their mouths like deranged poodles. Which, considering the fact they were all wearing fuzzy hats and tails, wasn't too far off.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Claire turned to the guy who'd sidled up beside her. Rule number two of the hustle: Free is always better. Especially at a high-end club like this, because a glass of white wine probably ran about twenty-five bucks. "Sure. Thanks," she said, flashing a winsome smile. "I'll take a bourbon and Coke."


(Continues...)

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Kate Baxter is a die-hard romantic with a thing for Shakespeare. She lives in the great northwest where she hides away to write about all things fanged, furry, and undead.

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The Last True Vampire 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
amdrane2 More than 1 year ago
Wow, I loved this book and am incredibly excited to see where this series will go. That Claire wasn't so squeaky clean was a great character trait. I'm not saying she was a bad girl, but she is definitely on the edge. Michael was at times a sad sad vampire and other times he was in total control. This was an exciting new take on the vampire genre and I wasn't too sure at first, but by the third chapter I was hooked. I ended up reading it in one sitting. I definitely want more of this series.  Thanks to Netgalley for the ARC.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this new series. Bravo to KB. Well done.
BuckeyeAngel More than 1 year ago
Mikhail hated the Sortiari who were torturing him and planned to kill him . Mikhail was once a proud warrior but now he was powerless to help himself. But he did manage to survive now he was Michael Aristov. Michael goes to the club as he hasn’t fed in a long time. But then he smelled her, his mate and her name is Claire. Claire also feels something so very strong nothing like it previously. Claire would become queen to Michaels vampire king unless the Sortiari have their way. Well i did really like the story and plot what is there not to like? This story has action, suspense, passion, romance, enemies, attacks, problems, and mistakes. Anyway I enjoyed all that. The only thing I didn’t really enjoy was How Michael treats Claire at first but at least he sees his errors and changes his ways. Besides that this was really good. I like the characters a lot especially Claire. I recommend. I received an ARC of this story for an honest review.
Under_The_Covers_BookBlog More than 1 year ago
3.5 Stars Reviewed by Annie and posted at Under The Covers Book Blog Baxter revives the fiercest of the paranormal creatures with the THE LAST TRUE VAMPIRE. This book has all the components that I love about a great Paranormal Romance. It even reminds me of one of my most read novels of all time, Dark Lover by J.R. Ward. Michael Aristov is the last vampire in a dying breed. When a chance meeting ignites a mating bond of sorts, Michael wants nothing more than to complain his made. The only thing is Claire Thompson doesn’t know anything about the world. Or him. Claire is a sweet loving girl. She kind of reminds me of Beth of Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series. While still fiercely independent, Claire also has this vulnerability to her that makes her relatable. And yet despite that, things turn hot in an instant whenever Michael and Claire are together. That’s what I love about Paranormal Romance; there’s this intensity and rawness to them that adds depth and darkness to the story. I think Baxter captured this well. Her writing is eloquent and engaging and very much fitting to the genre. I’m looking forward to see what she has planned next for the series.
grandmareads102 More than 1 year ago
Mikhail has lived a life filled with pain and loss. His memories of the Sortiari and their torture still haunt him. Suddenly his life takes on a renewed vigor. He has met his mate. Claire Thompson survives by using the con. When she is approached by a dark, dangerous man, their attraction is powerful and unexpected. Everything changes in an instant. Who will survive this encounter? Kate Baxter has written an amazing story that is filled with suspense, deception and powerful characters. Mikhail and Claire are commanding figures. Mikhail is a dominant Alpha who has endured unimaginable pain. He doesn't understand his mate's desire for freedom and is not use to battling a feisty woman. Claire is strong woman. She's been on her own for years. She realizes that her relationship with Mikhail is dangerous. She doesn't trust easily. Her one weakness is Vanessa, a child who lives in her building. She's determined to protect her. Can she keep her promise? The secondary characters add the perfect balance to this fast-moving story. I want know more about Ronan. He's a commanding character. The Last True Vampire gave me a hero and heroine that I could root for. This book was action packed from start to finish. I stayed up late reading. I had to know what happened next. Just be aware that the story ends with many unanswered questions. We have to wait for the next book to get more answers.
HafwynD More than 1 year ago
The Last True Vampire was amazing. I hadn't read any books by this author and I am so hooked an a new fan. I love a great vampire romance and this one has topped my list! It has its own uniqueness with Michael/Mikhail being the Las Vampire and the Sortiori being the hunters, but also the dhampires who are not able to become Vampires until Michael finds and claims his mate. This uniqueness stand out amongst all the other books and I can not wait for the next book in the series. Claire was trying to make some fast cash by hustling drunks in a club. She runs into Michael and gets way more than she bargained for and is drawn into a world she never thought could exist outside of books. She manages to get away barely when Michael is surrounded by his celebrating dhampires. After she is gone Michael is overwhelmed by Claire and the need to claim. If the Sortiori finds her they will kill her and nearly did. Bringing Claire into his world and convincing her that it is real wasn't easy. Keeping her alive is becoming just as hard. Behind the scenes drama is also causing problems. The set up for future books is apparent in this one and It just makes me salivate for more. I can't wait to see where it will lead. This is a highly recommended book by me for all who love PNR and especially hot dominant vampires!
jeanniezelos More than 1 year ago
The Last True Vampire, Kate Baxter Review from Jeannie Zelos Book reviews. Genre: Paranormal, Romance  DNF: Well, I’ve got over a third of the way through this and I just can’t get into it   The story seems kind of formulaic; dying out vampires, hunters seeking to kill those left, and a human who can save them all....The characters felt a little one dimensional to me too. I can see lots of five star reviews, so clearly this book resonates with many readers. It’s more of that not all books suit all readers, as reading is very subjective to personal taste.  Stars: Two.  ARC supplied by Netgalley. 
weluvdopey More than 1 year ago
Loved It! This is a great book; this is the first book in the Last True Vampire series by Kate Baxter. Michael is the last of his race, the one true king of the vampires. He has survived the destruction of his race by the hands of the slayers. Now he is forced to hunt and feed like a common vampire, nothing seems to stop his craving for more blood that is until he meets Claire. Claire Thompson is a mortal, but her sweet blood is the only thing that will stop Michael’s cravings and gives him the power he needs to bring balance to his people. If you are looking for a great paranormal romance then you need to read this book. I am looking forward to reading the next book in this series to see what happens next.  A Review copy was provided to me in exchange for a fair and honest review. The free book held no determination on my personal review.
closkot More than 1 year ago
My Thoughts - 5 out of 5 Unicorns - I loved it!!!  ***Received a copy of the ebook for an honest review The cover is awesome of course, but I wished it would have shown his scar to be true to the book :) This is the first book I have read by Kate Baxter and the first in a new series.  I think she knocked it out of the park.  I loved it!!  She took an old idea (vampires) and made it unique and completely her own.  I will definitely be reading the rest of this series and checking out anything new Kate comes out with.  This is an adult series due to the steamy scenes and violence. Michael starts out as a grumpy do things my way kind of guy, and even though your heart bled for what he has had to endure….I wanted to slap him in the back of the head like he was DiNozzo from CSI and ask what do you think you are doing.  Claire has this amazing fighting spirit from being in survival mode since she was a kid, and she also has this wonderful caring persona that very few get to see.  This is tons of action, fighting, and drama in this book, and it is unique which I love in a new series.  Vampire, Dhampirs, Berserker Hunters, and so much more :) I highly recommend this book to vamp lovers who love when an author makes it is new!!!  I need book 2 like now!!
TSRBR More than 1 year ago
Overall Rating:  4.25 Rockin Strars The Last True Vampire by Kate Baxter is the first book in her electrifying new series.  It takes a unique spin on vampire folklore and uses present day Hollywood, California as the background for this exceptional novel.  Mikhail Aristov is the last ancient one of his kind since the slaughtering of his people. He was left encased in a tomb for over a hundred years by the Sortiari, a secret assassins/enforcers of the Fates.  Since then he has roamed the world alone for the past few centuries.  As the king of the vampires and the last of his species, he carries the heavy burden of the Collective, empty and alone.  Until one night he smells the sweetest aroma coming from a human woman, Claire. She is his soul mate and the missing part of his soul.  He is now whole, his soul has been returned to him.  This is Claire and Mikhail’s search for answers among a world filled with war and uncertainty. Claire is a waitress and is better known as a hustler.  She's raised on the streets, abandon by her mother when she was only sixteen.  She doesn't trust easily and has developed a keen sense that allows her to read people’s intent.  Trying to make ends meet, she locks eyes with her newest victim and plans to seduce him in order to pick his pockets.  Little does she know that her life is about to drastically change! Mikhail is the king of his people, the dhampirs. Even though they have longevity and the ability to roam during sunlight hours it is not enough. The dhampirs are longing for his ascension to power and the end of waiting in stasis to be changed by their master.  Once Mikhail’s soul is returned to him, his power will be restored and he will be able to bring balance back to his people. He is ready to claim his queen and fulfill his destiny. This story is incredible and the plot is well developed.  The characters are strong and even the secondary characters will hold you enthralled with the way the author introduces them.  There are several twists and kinks as the story moves along at a steady pace.  Without giving away anything, Claire and Mikhail form an alliance that is riveting and beautiful.  Even through the worst moments, their love is evident and strong. This isn't your typical happily ever after, but they do find each other and it’s a beautiful journey they take together.  I highly recommend you read this book and look forward to the next in the series. Hero: Michael Aristov 4.25 stars Heroine: Claire Thompson 4.25 stars Steam: 4.25 stars  Plot: 4.25 stars  Cliffhanger: No ***Received an ARC of this book from the Author in exchange for an honest review***
bouncyberthaCR More than 1 year ago
5 - "Welcome back to the land of the living." Stars! I absolutely adored The Last True Vampire, I won’t say it is a huge surprise, because I loved its predecessor Stripped Bear, Kate Baxter can write and write really, really well. This story, the characters, the plot, the speed of how everything unwound and developed were all absolutely perfectly paced and described. I love me some PNR, and Vampires are up there with my favorites, add in a sassy take-no-attutude heroine and I was a pretty happy camper throughout this whole book. ”I could be more trouble than I’m worth, you know.” Mikhail Aristov has spent the last however many hundreds of years living a pretty solitary and tether-less existence and what initially starts as a harmless blood donating hook-up in one of Los Angeles, hottest night clubs soon spirals into something completely different. Mikhail’s not so random victim is actually hustling him, and while his left hand is in her pants and his fangs are in her neck, she lifting his rather expensive designed watch off his right wrist! Claire Thompson (great name for a heroine by the way!) hasn’t had the easiest time of things, living hand to mouth, working day-to-day as a waitress, and hustling to make rent do not make for the most stress-free of existences…One more mark, and it’s the straight and narrow for her, sadly the tethering of their souls, and said marks belief that she is his one true love, mean her plans go slightly awry. Add to that a team of Sortiari, Berserkers are heading straight for L.A. to try and kill Mikhail and the last of his followers, and Claire is definitely in the ‘wrong-place, wrong-time’ kind of situation. ”I always follow through… If you insist on testing me, be prepared for the consequences.” There is a lot going on in this book, a lot of characters are introduced into the plot as things develop, I liked that, Kate has done an excellent job in ‘setting the scene’ and if future books are as good as The Last True Vampire then sign me up. Action, adventure, off the charts hot sex, great characters, and an unusual twist on a well thumbed set of tropes made this book one I would happily go back to and read again. ”It’s going to take a hell of a lot more than a few supernatural assassins to keep me from you.” Ronan’s book; The Warrior Vampire is due December 15, it will certainly make my Christmas come early when I get my hands on it! ARC generously provided via Netgalley, and it was my absolute pleasure to provide the above honest review.
celticmaggie More than 1 year ago
This is a story with a bit of a switch up. Kate has put a new spin on this story line. She has really given us some different people here. I liked it. Mikhail is the last original Vampire. He is all alone with no chance of a mate. Claire is alone and lives in the slums. She is a waitress. Mikhail soon realizes she is his redemption. Spoilers here! There is a way to save both but they are hard headed. Spoilers! Here come the Sortiari who are resolved to kill off all the Vampires. This is a deep, serious book. There is a lot of sex and graphic fights. It is not really a happy book. There are so many twists and spoilers in this story. I recommend this to real lovers of graphic paranormal. I like this story and hope someone wants to read it too. There is another book on it's way. I can't wait!  I have this book for an honest review for NetGalley.
JeriTRyan More than 1 year ago
This was a new author to me so I was intrigued how the subject of vampires will be approached in this novel. And I must say she did a descend job. It is not new by all means but it is an enjoyable read. I seriously liked the lead characters but I am not sure if the author will manage to bring a good series out of this. So I am not totally convinced of this new series. We will have to leave this judgment for another day and the next book, which I am seriously looking forward too > > > I have received this Book as an ARC from the Publisher < < < > > > In Exchange I promised an honest Review < < <