Got another snippet from Discovery for you this week. Oh, the cover designer I am working with for this has created the most AMAZING cover. You just won’t be able to see it until August 10th 😉 I thought I would continue on from the snippet I gave you two weeks ago.
The piece of machinery might have been troublesome, but it did have one perk he had added to it. Reaching into his pocket as he ran, he squeezed the small device he found and a second later, just as the voices of his attackers rang out heading toward the alley, his car exploded. Not taking the precious moments he needed to escape to look behind him, he ran straight through the dark alleyway. The scents of rotting cabbage and piss assaulted him, but he ignored them. Now was not the time to complain. He’d save that until later.
The alleyway was long and he hoped his pursuers had no idea where it came out—though he assumed that was a stupid wish. They owned this city, knew each and every dark crevice. No doubt they had used this particular dark tunnel for their feeding. Even at the thought, his mouth filled with saliva. He hadn’t fed in six days. Not since running into vampyr the day he arrived. Seemed they didn’t like interlopers feeding in their city. Of course, the fact they found him feasting on one of their favorite humans hadn’t helped his case.
He truly needed to feed before he left, but Jaret had been in such dire straits before. No doubt he’d find something to feed on between here and the next populated city. Animals did not taste as good as humans—and some of them were quite dreadful—but they would do the job of keeping him alert.
A bunch of crates blocked his way and he quickly scrambled up the sides of them, pausing at the top for a second to sense any trouble. It was difficult to discern, even with his acute senses, as there was trouble behind him and there could be misfortune in front. The air filled with distasteful smells from the alley as well as the stench of burning oil from his car. But it also had a touch of mold-encrusted iron—the odious scent of vampyr. Hissing, he leapt off the other side of the crates and barreled toward the opening.
Living in Montana and working the ranch is all Aaron wants to do for the rest of his life. Diagnosed as allergic to the sun thirteen years previous, every day is a struggle to get out of bed. Having to wear long-sleeved shirts, gloves, and even material to cover his face from the effects of the sun, just makes it all worse. Now, in his thirty-second year, he is sure this will be his last summer. While he hates it, he knows he needs to come to terms with the truth and put things in order for his younger cousins. Before he does so, he heads out for one night of pleasure before facing what’s coming.
Jaret loves excitement and new adventures. For over five hundred years, he has sought them out. In Montana on a whim, he comes across someone he doesn’t expect, someone who makes him feel things he does not understand and does not want to give up. In no time at all, he feels like he cannot live without Aaron. The only problem is Aaron doesn’t know who he is, what he is, nor that he isn’t going to die. Not on Jaret’s watch. With a plan to help the other man discover who he is in place, he only has one thing to worry about: whether an ancient enemy will come and destroy everything he now holds dear.
Warning: This book is a paranormal m/m romance with some horror elements. It also crosses cowboy and vampire genres. If you don’t think cowboys look hot with fangs, you’re missing out.
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