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

“Do I get to feed from him?” She was hungry. Because de Vivar had summoned her, she hadn’t been able to dine on the normal as she’d planned.


Well, shit. “What am I supposed to do with him, then?” A sudden thought occurred to her and she gaped at him. “Do you want me to pimp for you?” Mostly she went her own way, but she’d heard some of the vampyres talking about how they’d had to ensorcell normals and bring them to de Vivar for him to feed. He liked them scared, but she’d always found if they were turned on, they were so much easier to deal with. Plus tasty. She gave a mental shrug. Different strokes for different folks.


“Of course not!” He scowled at her. “Your task will be to make him do my bidding.”


There was actually a normal he couldn’t get to obey him? But de Vivar liked everyone to believe he was God’s gift to vampyres, and no way was she going to touch that.


“He is to gain entrance to his brother’s house.”


Chapter 89