Imagine an earth just a bit different from ours. In this world normals unknowingly share the planet with all manner of beings, including vampyres, most of whom rely on bagged blood, which is supplemented by the blood of sabors, valued individuals whose blood contains an element necessary for the survival of the species. Tyrell Small has always felt different. He just never knew how different. On his sixteenth birthday, his father reveals Ty is one such sabor, with the birthmark to prove it. Upon learning he’ll be required to feed vampyres, Ty decides he’s not having any of that. He’ll run away and make his own destiny. Slipping out his second story bedroom window, he finds Adam Dasani, the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen, waiting for him on the roof. Adam is reluctant to distress the young sabor about to slide down the drainpipe, but he’s one of the vampyres Ty will one day feed. Equerry to the vampyre king, Adam had been given the task of guarding Ty on the day he was born. Because the blood of the two most powerful saborese families in the shared history of vampyres and sabors runs through Ty’s veins, some vampyres will do anything to obtain him for themselves. It will be up to Adam to keep Ty safe, not only from those rogue vampyres but from others who have plans of their own for him. Everyone keeps telling Ty he can’t escape his destiny, but he has no intention of sitting around twiddling his thumbs, waiting for life to catch up with him. However, will something Adam inadvertently said give Ty a way to live the life he wants and keep those he loves -- including Adam -- out of danger?

They Come by Night

And when Matthew had volunteered to delay the funeral so she could be there with his half brothers and stepfather, she’d told him not to bother. “We’ll be there in plenty of time.”


Why had he believed her? If she hadn’t come to see her father when he was alive, why would she now he was dead?


And of course she hadn’t. She’d called the night before to tell him the twins had come down with an early case of the flu—which he didn’t believe for a minute. The brats most likely had a musical recital—and she wouldn’t be able to make it.


“I’m sorry, sweetie.” He hated when she called him that. It reminded him of the days when they’d still been a family, before everything had been ruined. “But I promise I’ll arrange a nice memorial service for your grandfather before the holidays.”


“Fine, Mama.” But it hadn’t been fine. She should have been here to pay her respects to the man who had given her life.


Chapter 28