By Daniel de Lorne
May 1st 2014
A gripping, blood‐drenched saga about twin brothers, the men they love, and the enduring truth that true love never dies — no matter how many times you kill it.
Thierry d’Arjou has but one escape from the daily misery of his work at a medieval abattoir — Etienne de Balthas. But keeping their love a secret triggers a bloody chain of events that condemns Thierry to a monstrous immortality. Thierry quickly learns that to survive his timeless exile, he must hide his sensitive heart from the man who both eases and ensures his loneliness…his twin brother.
Shaped by the fists of a brutal father, Olivier d’Arjou cares for only two things: his own pleasure and his twin. But their sadistic path through centuries is littered with old rivals and new foes, and Olivier must fight for what is rightfully his – Thierry, made immortal just for him.
This creature had sentenced him to a lifetime without Thierry. He groped for any scrap of his brother that remained, but he was empty. With each passing minute, strength galloped through his limbs. It hardened him, but without his twin he would always be weak.
Olivier helped him stand. ‘Why did you do this to me?’
‘I’ve already told you. I saw you in the forest with that other male. I had to have you for myself.’
Olivier sneered. Look how the mighty crumbled under the weight of loneliness. ‘That was Thierry, my brother.’
The vampire growled and lashed out at Olivier, but he just let him go. Still weak from Olivier’s excess, the Blood Hunter slumped to the ground in a shameful heap. Olivier’s heightened mind was already working faster. Better. Honed for survival. And the sting of Thierry’s absence was even keener. If he was going to live eternally, he certainly wasn’t going to do it with a pot-bellied, greasy-skinned eunuch.
‘But it’s fine. You can have both of us.’ Olivier knelt down, moved close to his ear and murmured hotly, ‘We’re twins.’
He flicked the yellowed ear with his tongue, kissed along his pudgy neck and around to his mouth. He paused and looked into those golden eyes, wondering what colour his own would now be. Would they be this otherworldly? Someone could go mad for those eyes.
‘Imagine the possibilities.’
He kissed him, and rocked his hips against the slowly increasing feel of the Blood Hunter’s choked erection.
‘But there’s something we have to do first.’
Daniel de Lorne
Daniel de Lorne writes mostly about the loves and trials of hot and sexy paranormal men – and creatures.
He grew up in Perth, Western Australia, and developed a fascination for the mythical and magical early on. Daniel wrote stories from a young age but it was high school biology class he remembers fondly as providing an excellent cover for writing stories that were filled with teen angst and fantastical creatures.
From there it was just a short jump to creative writing in university, where Daniel really indulged his love for the gothic, particularly the vampiric. And plenty of essays on the topic gave it all an air of respectability.
After university he used his skills for good. He wrote about wildlife conservation for eight years before taking a break to explore Canada with his partner. It was while in this great northern frontier that Escape Publishing accepted his first book, Beckoning Blood, for publication.
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