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Bloodlines Synopsis:
Damian owes his immortal life to his sire Marcello, and now he owes him money too. To pay his debts Damian must board the Bloodlines Cruise Ship, which will sail to international waters where there is no law against turning humans into vampires. He must share his blood with one of Marcello's 'guests'--humans paying large amounts of money for the chance at immortality. Damian doesn't want to turn a stranger into a vampire. He doesn't know what he wants.
Jamie-boy is pissed off. Damian refuses to admit his love for Jamie-boy, and he begins to question whether or not it exists at all. To make it worse, Damian has been taken away by his beautiful sire for ten whole days. Jamie-boy doesn't give himself a chance to feel alone though, because an incubus named Trent is more than willing to be his new friend.
Loyalties and love are tested in this latest installment of the Deadly Liaisons series.
(Contains m/m sex, BDSM, violence)
Excerpt:
Summer was coming to an end and the beginnings of fall chill
stirred in the air once the sun went down. Jamie-boy was wearing a pair of very
short cut-offs and a baggy black sweatshirt. He liked to wear as little
clothing as possible around Damian because he liked the reaction he got from
the old vampire. Somehow it was like the era of shorts and mini-skirts had
never happened in Damian’s mind, because Jamie-boy often caught him staring at
scantily clad people in public.
They walked up together. Jamie-boy was proud to be at the
side of the city’s most important vampire. Everyone loved Damian, and he
belonged to him. Everyone they passed in the bar would stop to look at them and
say hello—sometimes Damian spent half the night just greeting people.
“Evening Damian,” the vampire working the door, Veronica,
said.
“Everything going well tonight?” he asked.
“Lover’s Walk was late, but they’re setting up now,” she
said, referring to the first decent band Damian had ever managed to book. As
she and Damian spoke Jamie-boy’s attention wandered. His eyes scanned the
street and grew wide at the large antique limousine driving towards them. It
ignored the curb, pulling up onto the sidewalk in front of the door. Jamie-boy
jumped and Damian pulled him back out of the way as it rolled to a stop feet
from where they stood.
The vehicle had a giant chrome grill and round, buggy
looking headlights resting on the front fenders. A large silver swan rested
primly at the end of the hood. It was the kind of limousine Damian would ride
in if Damian rode in a limo, which he never would. Grand displays were not a
part of Damian’s personality. To Jamie-boy it was part of what made him so
comfortable to be around. He could be ostentatious if he wanted to, but he
wasn't. Aside from his car and the occasional suit worn to the bar he looked
like everyone else, only his calm authority raising him a step above the other
vampires in New Franklin.
The driver got out and opened the back door. A pinstriped
leg stepped out of the limo, followed by the rest of a three piece suit and a
silver-topped cane. The person connected to all this grandeur had to be a
vampire, otherwise he was a kid younger than Jamie-boy with a real superiority complex.
The vampire was about Jamie-boy’s height, slim in the
well-fitted suit and blood red tie. His dark chestnut hair fell loose around his
shoulders and only his clothing gave away his gender. His face was androgynous
and perfect with full lips, high cheekbones and dark eyes like pools of ink. He
was too perfect to be real, beyond the celestial beauty Jamie-boy thought of
when he looked at Damian. If Damian was an angel, this vampire was a god.
Jamie-boy glanced up at Damian. His blue eyes were locked
onto the new stranger, who seemed to float across the sidewalk like he weighed
nothing. “Damian?” Jamie-boy questioned. His vampire lover ignored him.
“Marcello. What are you doing here?” Damian demanded of the
stranger.
"What? No 'hello, I missed you so?' I'm hurt."
"No you aren't," Damian. "Seriously, what are
you doing here?" Jamie-boy looked at Damian, at the stranger and back to
Damian again. His gaze on Marcello (whoever he was) was intense and unwavering.
The stranger only raised his eyebrows, making Damian sigh with the same
exasperation he often gave Jamie-boy. "Fine. Hello. I missed you so."
"That's better. So this is what my money paid
for?" he asked, looking over the front of the building and it's shabby,
smoke-stained bricks. Jamie-boy immediately felt defensive of the bar he had
grown to love. The front door was beautiful heavy oak and the stained glass
windows glowed with light from within. He thought it looked old-fashioned and
lovely. This vampire didn't seem impressed.
"Damian," Jamie-boy said, grabbing at his hand.
"Not now Jamie-boy. Go inside, I'll be right
there."
Jamie-boy pulled away, hurt. Veronica gave him a sympathetic
nod as he went inside. He didn't like knowing that Damian was often with other
people (humans mostly, as a precursor to a meal), but he always knew that he
was the favorite. He spent more nights with Damian than without him, even if it
was just a short hello before he went in to work the night shift at the Taco
King. But this Marcello was different. Damian watched him like he was
everything. Maybe he was. “It’s nothing,” Jamie-boy tried to convince himself.
“Just because he’s so beautiful doesn't mean anything.”
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