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Volume One of The Dimenlien Chronicles
"Blood's not the only thing being sucked around here"
Private investigator Kevin Laredo lost his wife and children to vengeful and corrupt cops. For the past three years he's not been able to look at another woman, let alone date, but when Vic Turner comes into his life, suddenly Kevin's heart comes alive again. Both share a past that connects them, but when Kevin brings Vic into his private investigative team, another member, Jonathan Palomino, is unnerved by the incredible resemblance Vic holds to his deceased lover, Andrew Shields.
When Vic is called on by the team to go undercover to investigate a missing person, Kevin vehemently refuses, causing conflict between him and Vic. Are Kevin's feelings for Vic going beyond that of a good friend and is that why he's becoming so overprotective?
To make matters worse, multi-million dollar mogul Thomas Hampton, the vampire who caused Andrew's death, comes back into Jonathan's life to seek his aid in recapturing the Black Tigress, a rogue vampire shape-shifter, who escaped her prison. Arina is out to destroy Hampton for betraying her four hundred years before and she will stop at nothing until she's brought Hampton down one peg at a time, including committing murders that could end up exposing all beings hiding on earth from other dimensions and possibly causing a modern day Inquisition. To keep Jonathan from bolting from the request to help, Hampton marks Vic to use his life and soul as hostage.
Page Count - 449
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Crimson Dawn: Hallowed Echoes
His presence consumed the air, wiping out all other traces of existence. It was only the two of them in that moment of time and space.
Kevin stared deeply into the once sapphire blue orbs, now the color of snow-gray. The luminescent skin was cold to the touch, but heated his desire nonetheless.
"Impulsive to a fault, aren't you?" Vic's voice sounded like his throat was coated with gravel.
Kevin stood motionless as the younger man drew closer.
"Thought you didn't want love, Bid." Vic spoke in a low and throaty whisper.
"Why do you call me that? You never tell me what it means."
Vic smiled and the blood dripped from his stained teeth. The wine in the goblet was thick, almost like canned cherry sauce. Vic drank from it with abandon.
"Bid, Bid. Never mind, Kevin. What's in a name?"
Vic drew closer; his cold breath wafting over Kevin's face, but the touch...the touch was what Kevin craved. Vic leaned forward and gently kissed Kevin on the mouth. "Taste me?"
"Yes."
Kevin looked down at Vic's chest; saw the blood, the wound...the torn flesh. Vic's cold skin smelled of dirt.
"Do you want me now, Kevin, my bidanshi?"
"I've wanted you from the moment I saw you."
"Too long for us to wait, don't you think?"
Vic drew even closer. His lips parted and their bodies pressed together. "It's just you and me."
"And them."
"And them," Vic agreed with a smile.
"I don't want it to be us and them."
"Why not?"
"I want it to be just us."
Vic chuckled heartily.
His mouth opened. The fangs grew.
Kevin felt their sting.
A tap on his shoulder and he turned to see a hand holding out a dark green mug of coffee. "Need this to wake the dead, there, Bid?"
Kevin jerked awake with a yell and a cringe of pain, only to see Vic hovering over his bed, holding a steaming mug of freshly brewed coffee.
The smile on the younger man's face was both a vision and a torment. There should be a law against looking so damn happy in the morning.
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