Happy Halloween, Seductive Studs! Given the date, I figured I would post a snippet from Discovery, my M/M PNR. And what better snippet to give, than that of the enemy, the vampyr Vinishad.
Vinishad glared at the city that was his home. He should have returned victorious, given a hero’s welcome, and the best virgins in the city to drink. Instead, he waited outside the city, unsure of what his welcome would be. Faolen had made it clear he considered the drakyl business closed and that they had more important things to do than to track one measly creature. It infuriated him that the head of their clutch would allow such an insult without recourse. It had been so simple to convince Kimil that together they could take down the offensive drakyl and come back as conquerors. Now it was just him and as he entered the place he’d called home since he was turned, he moved warily. The human streetlamps were almost blinding and not for the first time, he wished they could just take them all out.
Knowing the town well, he stuck to the alleyways and back roads, steering clear of any areas humans might congregate. If Faolen elected to name him a traitor, any human he fed from would just be another mark against him.
The entrance to their underground dwellings was inside a warehouse Faolen owned. The guard inside the door didn’t even look at him as he walked past. Whether because he knew him or because Vinishad’s name was dirt, he couldn’t be sure. Kimil had been well-liked by most of the guard. Why, he couldn’t tell. Yes, he was strong, but he was also an ass-kisser. His death was not that big of a loss in Vinishad’s mind, and not just because it might make him first in line to head the clutch once its current leader was ended. If Faolen didn’t end him this night, he would get someone with brains as well as brawn put into the other position. And that individual could help him plan for the demise of the Drakyl clan.
Lifting up the trap door in the smallest office in the far corner, he dropped four levels down onto the floor. And instantly knew this was it. Five vampyr waited, all wearing the guard uniform. Nodding at them, he strode toward Faolen’s office, for he was sure that was where he would be ordered to. It was early in the night and the corridors were empty. They should have been full of fellow vampyr preparing to go feed, but there were none. Instead of laughter and hisses, the stone walls and floor ricocheted with the sound of their boots as they walked along. What was this, the tune that led him to his final death?
The door stood open at the end of the hallway and that gave him the first nervous feeling he had truly felt. That door was never open. Knowing he would have to fight, Vinishad elected to try and talk himself out of this. After all, their clutch deserved a better leader than Faolen. He had no plans to expand outside of their city whereas Vinishad wished to take over the surrounding areas. If he could convince their leader that the drakyl were a true danger, it might be the only thing that stood between him and sure death.
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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