And because I'm awesome, here's a bit from chapter 1 of Bloodlines
to get you excited:
“The night is young and I am hungry. Find me some succulent young thing to amuse me. What about that boy so keen on you, Damian? Has he been properly debauched? We could share him.”
“I don’t think he would like that,” he said, bristling at the very idea of sharing Jamie-boy with anyone, even his beloved (yet annoying) sire.
“C’est la vie,” Marcello lamented. “Tell me you have decent alcohol in this place.”
Like magic Jilly appeared at the bar. “Drinks gentlemen?” she asked.
“Why aren't you serving the actual customers?” Damian asked her, annoyed over the whole situation.
Jilly leaned into them. “Everyone wants to know who your delicious boy toy here is, and if he’s available.”
“Very available,” Damian assured, hoping Marcello didn't reveal the truth—that it was the other way around and Damian was the toy.
Marcello appeared willing to play along with the idea that Damian was in charge. “How about you?” he asked Jilly, no doubt amused at her frankness. She actually blushed.
“How is Midnight Star doing?” Damian asked, derailing the train before it had a chance to chug down the tracks. There was no way Marcello was going to seduce away one of his most promising people. Mentioning Star effectively pulled Jilly’s attention from Marcello.
“She’s holding on,” she said. “The scars are gone, but she doesn't like to leave our house. I have to bring her meals to her. Thank you for the promotion,” she added. “It helps to know I can take care of her.”
“My pleasure,” he said.
She reached for his hand and squeezed it before hurrying away to serve a vamp tramp at the other end of the bar.
Damian noticed that the tramp was staring at them. In fact, a large portion of the crowd kept sneaking glances as Marcello, hands down the most beautiful creature in the club. Damian tried not to feel pride that someone like Marcello had chosen him when he could have had anyone as a companion. Being the partner of the best looking person in the room was always satisfying. But this was his club, and he didn't want to look like he belonged to anybody.
The band began to play the first chords of their opening number, the human half of the duo launching into the first words of “Personal Jesus” in her low, raspy voice. “Go dance,” Damian suggested. Marcello loved to dance. “Every human and vampire in this room is waiting for a chance to touch you.”
“They are, aren't they?” Marcello said with a smile. He unbuttoned the jacket of his suit and waltzed into the crowd like it belonged to him instead of Damian.
A moment later Jamie-boy reappeared at Damian’s side. “Please tell me what’s going on. Where are you going with him?”
“Eavesdropping is rude, Jamie-boy.” All the same, he couldn't be mad because he hadn't told him he was leaving. Marcello was ruining everything. “Let’s go upstairs,” Damian said, handing over Jamie-boy’s discarded sweatshirt. “We’ll talk.”
“You never talk to me about anything,” Jamie-boy pouted, pulling the garment over his head.
“I am now.”