The Every Last Drop Complete Series: All six stories in one volume

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In this collection is every story in the Every Last Drop series in one volume.
These six books will transport the reader into the twisted world of the Host, a serial kidnapper with one goal; the sweet milk of his conquests. Once they are in his clutches there can be no escape until he drains every last drop. Dark and shocking, this collection tells his story as well as the stories of the women that fall under his power. Unable to control his desires, the Host straps each of the defenseless women into his milking chairs to begin a violation that breaks past the boundaries of contemporary romance.

Amie's note - The Every Last Drop series contains strong language and sexual content. This book intended only for adult readers.

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A soft thump came from the hallway, just outside the bathroom door. It sounded like a cat had jumped off the counter and landed gently on the floor but there was just one problem with that scenario; Sandy did not own a cat.
Now she started to get scared. This could be a burglar in her house, or worse.
She looked at the bathroom door and could not remember if she had locked it or not. Living alone she sometimes just left it wide open when using the bathroom but tonight had at least remembered to close it for her bath. Locking it was another matter, why would she lock the door if there was no chance of someone opening it?
To answer her question the knob freely turned with no resistance in the hand of whoever was outside the door. It started to open inward.
This was all it took to have Sandy fly into action. She did not know what was on the other side of the door and had absolutely no intention of finding out. With no other thought then that she leaped from the tub, water splashing everywhere, and slammed into the door, pushing it back closed with all of her weight. Before the intruder had a chance to respond she stabbed the lock closed.
Bathroom door locks were not designed to block a serious attempt to get through them. They are there more as a courtesy reminder than any sort of security system. Most can be unlocked from the outside with something as simple as a straightened out paper clip pushed into the hole.
Sandy’s lock was no different and both of them knew it. Under her hand, the lock button popped out but she had been waiting for that and shoved it back in just as fast. It popped out again but this time she was not quick enough as the door slammed open and shoved her stumbling back.
There was no place to run but that did not stop Sandy from trying. She stepped into the tub and reached out to try and grab the shower curtain to close it behind her, a futile effort but one that would at least put one layer of something between her and her attacker. She was denied even this because as she reached for the curtain her feet went out from under her.
Slipping in the bubbly tub she fell backward and hard into the water. Her bottom hit the floor of the tub and kept sliding down as she sunk down into the soapy mess. It splashed back and over her body and face, momentarily blinding her from being able to see what her attacker was doing.
Sputtering, Sandy’s head popped up out of the water and as just she gasped in a breath of air the Host’s gloved hand clamped down over her face. In his palm was a drug-soaked rag that he pressed down tightly over Sandy’s mouth and nose.