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Book one in The Rhythm of His Blood series
When inspiration shows up in person, can it only end in blood, sweat and fear?
When British rock latest release, there’s time for a little fun. During a visit to a strip club with a friend, he hears one of his songs being played, and he can’t resist a chance to meet the sexy dancer performing on stage.
El Molino’s star performer, Xavier Gavrilov, is so much more than a pretty face and what starts off as a night of passion soon turns into something deeper as Xavier begins to fall for Rayne, and to care for his oddball bunch of aging porn-star friends.
But Rayne has a dangerous secret, a craving for blood, a need that Xavier is more than happy to fulfill. The singer must soon go home to England, though, and things take a darker turn when he and Xavier come to the attention of Frisco’s vampire elite.
When Rayne departs for London, Xavier tries to return to his normal life but is snatched by vampires working for the Master of San Francisco and plunged into a violent world he never knew existed. To save him, Rayne must return to the city, but he will have to call in favors from old friends if they are to safely navigate the dangers of vampire politics and maintain the powerful bond that is growing between them.
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Editors:
Genres:
Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Pansexual, Polyamorous
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Age Difference, Cultural Differences, Death of Parent, Famous / Not Famous, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, Hurt / Comfort, Sex Buddies Become Lovers, Smartass Twinks, True Love
Word Count: 109959
Setting: San Francisco, United States of America
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
“Sorry mate, he’s taken.”
Xav turned his head so quickly he thought he’d given himself whiplash. His first, ridiculous thought was he’d been spot on with the height assessment. The speaker was a couple of inches shorter than him though he stood in a way that made the most of every single inch. That stare, which he’d imagined was enhanced by the cameras or studio lighting, was just as sharp and icy pale in real life, his eyes framed with the longest eyelashes he’d ever seen on a man.
“Who the fuck are you?” the first customer demanded, scowling. “I was here first.”
“And you’ve had your five minutes. Now fuck off and let the grown-ups talk,” the singer told him, shaking his head as if at the impertinence of the man.
“Holy shit!” Xavier exhaled, finally getting a word in, although a second later he silently cursed his typical eloquence and plastered a charming grin over the cracks in his composure.
READ MOREThe pale gaze never wavered but the sensuous, full-lipped mouth below it curved in a slight smile at his impulsive exclamation.
“Unholy shit, even!” Rayne Wylde remarked in a quiet, smoky tone that was unexpectedly lower in timbre than his singing voice.
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