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Book Title: Bleed In The Night (Blood and Bonds #2)
Author: S. J. Coles
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Release Date: February 27, 2024
Genre: Paranormal/Vampire/Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Enemies to Lovers/BDSM
Themes: Overcoming demons/identity
Length: 55 711 words/223 pages
Heat Rating: 4 flames
It is Book 2 in the ‘Blood and Bonds’ series.
This book ends on a series cliffhanger, but with a HFN for the couple in the story.
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It’s not just fear keeping Tyler up at night…and that’s what frightens him.
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Tyler Lomax met Lucien, supposedly the oldest haemophile in existence, on a dark night in the depths of winter. Tyler was protesting against Baron Emory Von Magnusson taking possession of a human child. He thought he’d been doing the right thing—fighting against evil, against fear.
Lucien had almost killed him for it. Now it’s months later, and Tyler hasn’t slept since. Tyler wants Lucien found. When the authorities fail him, he feels forced to take matters into his own hands.
Tyler’s contact ‘Damon’ doesn’t call himself a ‘vampire hunter’, but that is exactly what Tyler intends to pay him to be. What Tyler doesn’t bank on is having Lucien at his mercy, forcing him to confront what’s really consuming him.
Tyler will not only have to face what he is feeling but finally open his mind to a perspective other than his own. He just has to pray that opening up to Lucien won’t bleed him dry before he realizes the truth.
Bleed In The Night
Excerpt Book 2
Tyler had thought seeing Lucien clearly would make him less terrifying. Now he longed to slam at the controls on Damon’s desk until he found the switch to plunge the room into darkness. The illumination washed Lucien’s skin so pale it was almost translucent, so white it was almost blue. There were no age lines in his face, no stubble on his jaw, no folds in his skin. His eyebrows were perfect, black arches. His cheekbones were sharp, his jaw so defined it could have been sculpted. The lines of his unsmiling mouth had the look of purposeful, if melancholy, design. He looked carved from marble and was almost as lifeless.
Apart from his eyes…ruby-red, glowing, like fire. They were fringed by thick, black lashes and were so deep it was like standing on the edge of an ocean of blood. They appeared to fix on Tyler, even through the one-way glass, and stayed there, unblinking.
He wore a black jumper under the coat, black trousers and shoes. The only thing that wasn’t black was the crisp collar of a white shirt, whiter than snowfall and yet not even coming close to the complex paleness of his smooth, unblemished skin.
Tyler fought to get breath into his body. The haemophile was all at once utterly frightful and paralyzingly beautiful. Tyler couldn’t grasp the tumbling sensations that avalanched through his body.
It was several moments before even Damon moved. He reached out a shaking hand and flicked a desk on the control desk.
“Lucien, I believe?”
The crimson eyes slid from Tyler to Damon. Damon flicked the switch off again. “He can’t see anything,” he said in a low voice. “He’s just trying to scare us.”
It’s working. Tyler stopped the words leaving his mouth by clenching his jaw.
Damon flicked the switch back. “I have someone here who has something to say to you,” he said. Lucien’s eyes stayed on Damon. Damon nodded to Tyler. “Go on,” he murmured.
Tyler took a shaking breath.
“Lucien,” he managed, the word tasting strange and strong in his mouth. “Guessing you remember me?”
It was several long, silent moments before Lucien’s impossible eyes slid back toward Tyler. He still didn’t speak.
“No point in playing dumb,” Tyler said, finally feeling a ghost of his old anger flare. “You know who I am.”
“Of course I do.” His voice rippled through the speakers like a cold wind—deep and smooth as black velvet. So utterly devoid of expression and accent that there was no mistaking it came from something that was not human.
“Then you know…” Tyler’s voice cracked. He swallowed, tried again. “You know why you’re here.”
Lucien didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Tyler’s pulse slugged in his throat and temples. He gave Damon a pleading look.
“You’ve murdered countless people, Lucien,” Damon said and the strength in his assertion helped Tyler stop shaking. “You’re here to face justice. But first—”
“Justice?” Lucien didn’t speak loudly but the word still burst in the air like an explosion. “I would be interested to hear your definition of the word.”
“Justice is facing consequences of your crimes,” Damon went on, his voice harder. “Atoning for the fear and pain you’ve caused others.”
“You think you understand pain, fear? You don’t. Not yet.”
BOOK 1
Book Title: Touch in the Night
Author: S. J. Coles
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Release Date: November 7, 2023
Genre: Paranormal M/M Romance
Tropes: Vampire, BDSM, Single Dad, Billionaire
Themes: Self-worth, self-acceptance, overcoming prejudice
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 85 673 words/344 pages
It is Book 1 in the ‘Blood and Bonds’ Series. Books 2 & 3 due for release in 2024
This book does not end on a cliffhanger
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Jesse Truelove never felt a part of his own family. But can a vampire really give him a new one?
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With a criminal record, no steady job and a penchant for kink, Jesse Truelove has spent most of his life feeling like an outsider. He tells himself it doesn’t bother him, that he never needed human connections anyway.
Now the Undying Baron, Emory Von Magnusson, a vampire—or, to use the modern term, ‘haemophile’—has reclaimed his ancestral home north of Jesse’s hometown, and the human population isn’t sure how to react. Jesse knows a thing or two about what it’s like to be misjudged, so he keeps an open mind. But when a bungled break-in at Emory’s home brings them face-to-face, Jesse finds it’s much more than his mind that’s stimulated.
However, building a relationship with an undead blood-drinker was never going to be straightforward, especially when that undead blood-drinker reveals he wants a family.
Excerpt from book 1
“This is about last night.”
“Yeah,” Jesse rasped. “It is…” Magnusson didn’t move or speak, but Jesse thought he saw warmth gathering in his eyes. “So we don’t talk about it. Is that it?”
“I’m more than happy to talk about it.”
“It was…something.”
“It was. Something you enjoyed, I think.”
Jesse’s skin rippled. “Where did it come from, huh? You don’t even know me.”
“I know you’re not regretting it, Jesse. Why are you pretending you are?”
Jesse frowned. “You think you know what I’m feeling?”
A small smile turned up the corners of the full lips. “Humans don’t realize how little of what they feel is secret. It broadcasts, like a beacon. It’s one of the things that makes you so fascinating.”
“Whereas you feel nothing?” he said, putting the glass on the table with more force than was necessary.
“That isn’t true.”
Jesse made a noise of frustration. “So, what? What was last night?”
“Has no one ever cared about just what you need before?”
“You jerk off all your employees if they have a bad day?”
“No,” he said, smile warming, “just you.” Jesse went very still. His heart was slugging in his chest. Magnusson bent close and inhaled. The air brushed over Jesse’s temple. He shivered. “I’ve upset you.”
“You haven’t upset me. I’m not a kid.”
Magnusson gazed down at him. “I’m sorry. I thought I knew what you wanted.”
You did. More than any other guy I’ve ever known…but you’re not human. Just my luck.
Jesse kept his mouth firmly closed over the words, not wanting to admit them, even to himself. Instead, he said, “I just don’t get…why?”
“You won’t believe the answer to that question until you’re able to answer it yourself,” he said. “But I can see what I did has made this difficult.”
“You’re my boss…”
He blinked once, slowly.
So he does blink.
“I currently employ you. That is correct. But after last night…and considering the way you looked at me when we first met…” He paused. Jesse held his breath. “Forgive me. You are a fascinating human. And my instincts told me there was more to your interest than professional curiosity.”
Jesse looked away.
“I’m sorry,” Magnusson continued after a moment. “It has been a very long time since I understood the nuances of human emotion. I sometimes forget that.”
“No kidding…Sir,” he added after an awkward moment.
“I think you really had best start calling me Emory.”
Jesse’s skin heated. “Okay…Emory.”
S.J. Coles is a Romance writer originally from Shropshire, UK. She has been writing stories for as long as she has been able to read them. Her biggest passion is exploring narratives through character relationships.
She finds writing LGBT/paranormal romance provides many unique and fulfilling opportunities to explore many (often neglected or under-represented) aspects of human experience, expectation, emotion and sexuality.
Among her biggest influences are LGBT Romance authors K J Charles and Josh Lanyon and Vampire Chronicles author Anne Rice.
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