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

Once he’d drunk his fill of her blood and filled her belly with his seed, he wrapped her lifeless body in a cloak and carried her to a castle in Ferrol. In northwestern Spain, it overlooked the Atlantic Ocean, and it suited him well enough, since the town had only recently burned to the ground and had yet to be rebuilt. He knew it would be a safe and secure place to remain until she gave birth.


She awoke the next evening, and he could see immediately that she remembered what had transpired the night before.


“You have debauched me!” She touched the two puncture wounds at her throat, which oddly enough hadn’t healed. “I might have had the comfort of doing God’s will, but you’ve taken even that from me!”


“No,” he smirked. “But you’re mine now, and the child you bear will be mine and not His.”


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