Hey, and welcome to another wonderful WipItUp Wednesday!
Discovery is out in 1 week. Are you ready? Here’s a scene from Aaron and Jaret’s first meeting
“Two of your darkest ales,” Jaret called out and before long Bette delivered, setting a glass in front of each of them before retreating to the bar. Aaron picked his up to take a swig but stopped when Jaret lifted a hand. The man reached into the inner lining of his jacket and pulled out a flask. He was adding alcohol to the beer? Amused and then confused, Aaron watched deep red liquid drip into Jaret’s glass. After about a jigger, he added the same to Aaron’s cup. Returning the flask back into his jacket, he lifted his glass in a salute. “To strangers.”
“To strangers,” Aaron parroted back before swishing the beer around and taking a long sip. It was…good. Sweeter than the ale usually was and the flavor trickled along his taste buds. Almost instantly, he had to have more. And more. Until in no time, his glass was empty. Looking up into the eyes of the man opposite him, he realized his shivers and aches had lessened. Now he was ready for some fun. “Whatever you added definitely helped.”
Snorting out a laugh, Jaret smiled, his lips quirking up on one side. “I don’t see how you handled drinking that without it.”
“You get used to it. So, are you just passing through?” Even as the words were out of his mouth, he knew how provincial they sounded. He was just a fucking cowboy whereas this guy was from another country. A world-traveler probably.
“Not sure. I’m looking forward to checking out the area. Can you suggest the right place?” Jaret’s head cocked to the side as he spoke and Aaron had the feeling there were unspoken words, a message the man was sending, and while he wasn’t sure what that message was, he hoped it was the one he wanted.
“The best place in town is in the alley behind the grocer,” he said, while looking over Jaret’s shoulder—meeting his eyes while saying this was impossible. Aaron had learned early on that closeted gay men did not want him to look them directly in the eyes. “Tall walls, the highway’s on the other side. Nobody hears a thing.”
For a moment, the man looked taken aback and Aaron felt his cheeks heat up. He’d been mistaken. The guy wasn’t asking for a hookup. Fuck. Before he could backtrack or just sprint out of the bar, the quirked smile was back. “Good to know. I could use a little pick-me-up tonight. Interested?”
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.