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

“If that is the best you can offer…” The man beside him shrugged.


Donnelly brought the glass of red wine. “That’ll be four fifty.”


“I’ll get it!” Matthew pushed one of the fives he’d received in change across the bar.


“Thank you.” The man reached for his glass. “To your…good health.” He barely seemed to touch the rim to his lips. “I was sorry to hear of Noah Crist’s passing.”


“Rather, let us say I knew ofhim. He was a dedicated man.”


“Yes. He was. He shouldn’t have died.”


“No, he should not.” The Spaniard looked around. “I believe I will have a seat at a booth. It is so much more comfortable than these stools. Will you join me?”


“Uh…sure.” Matthew followed him to a booth toward the back. It was getting late, and there weren’t many people in that area of the bar, so they had their choice. He slid into the seat facing the back, while the man sat opposite him. “This is much better. Larry was starting to be a wet blanket.”


Chapter 32