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- The Family: Blood and Bonds - The Collection Part 1
- The Family: Blood and Bonds - Part 2
The conclusion of The Family: Blood and Bonds, a queer vampire epic about seduction, self-discovery, revenge, blood, and family, all wrapped up in monstrous cravings.
Liam and Gianni have each other now, but the rest of their world is unraveling.
Gianni's eternal struggle with his Uncle and maker Giuseppe's prescient visions is coming to a head.
James is seeing ghosts who won't give him a moment's peace.
Madison's curiosity is leading her head first into vampire drama.
And Aldo... well, Aldo's securely in the grip of vampires so evil, with a plan so obscure, that not even Liam can save him.
Yet.
Publisher: Independently Published
Cover Artists:
Genres:
Pairings: M-M, M-M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 3 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Everyone is Queer, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, Found Family, Monster Love, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever
Word Count: 140000
Setting: PIttsburgh, PA
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
I pinned Gianni to the nearest wall and slid a thigh between his. He made a little oof sound as I lifted him slightly, then grabbed for my hips and rocked into them invitingly. He leaned his head against the wall with a little thud and bit at his bottom lip, eyes wide and dark and heavy-lidded. Kitten, he thought.
But he wasn’t picturing me as a kitten who wanted to be petted, tonight. He was picturing the other side, the big predatory cat, the one that wanted to devour him.
I kissed him, took his mouth hard and sharp, teeth crashing, lips bruising. Pressed him into that wall like I would make us a part of it. These walls, this room, the one where he’d shown me everything I knew of him so far, everything real. Nothing outside these walls mattered, tonight. I needed it. The stress, the pain, the loss, the fear, the death…
READ MOREOkay, death was always with us. But in a good way, in this room. In our way. Everything else melted away, boiling my undead life down to this. To us. Blood in the kiss, hot and fresh from tonight’s kill, filtered through his veins. I moaned at the metallic taste of it on my lips. More.
He thought back, All, and shoved me backwards. I went but pulled him with me by the front of his shirt. My grip was so tight, buttons popped off right and left, leaving him bare-chested and laughing.
Fuck, he was pretty when he laughed, especially with that smear of blood on his lips. He said, “Shirt.”
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