Desperate Measures

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Desperate Measures – Shayne Carmichael

Jason’s friends think Marcus, his vampire lover, to be a lowlife cheater. His friends insist that he set him up to test him. One night, as he dances away the night at his lover’s club, he grudgingly sets in motion the plan to test this theory. With Jason thinking the worst, he sets out to confront the vampire… but the truth is not what he thought it was.

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EXCERPT:

Leaning against the bar, I spoke quietly to the bartender wiping down the counter, “Alan, did the new shipment come in?”

“Sure did, boss.” Glancing up from his work, he quickly reassured his employer. He’d been working here for over two years, and he really wanted to keep the job. Decent pay, and all the blood a vampire could ever want.

“Make sure it’s unpacked before everybody leaves for the night. And if Short is late on the next shipment, send our next order to Dunn.” Running this club brought in a pretty penny, and I wanted to keep it that way. When he nodded to me, I turned, relaxing back against the counter. The place was packed tonight. The darkly, carnal atmosphere I’d purposely created, attracted vampires and mortals alike. Though very few of the mortals knew about the dark creatures who watched them hungrily. As long as my kind followed the rules, I gave them free reign on choices of feeding. They could only take as much as they needed though. The mortal couldn’t be badly drained, and he or she would be left with the pleasant memory of being fucked, but nothing else.  Any who disobeyed the rules found themselves severely punished or banned from the bar.

Glancing over at the dance floor, I immediately spotted my young, mortal lover dancing between two others on the dance floor. A faint smile flit over my lips as I watched the graceful, erotic sway of the lean, muscular body. The sensuous movement of his body intensified when Jason became aware of me watching him. My eyes swept slowly over the tight, black jeans that encased him, feeling the familiar twinge of lust stirring though my body. Moving upward, my gaze rested on the familiar chest partially hidden by the snug, black muscle shirt. The bright lights above his head shone down on the blonde-haired boy, lightening its color, and held my rapt interest. I never tired of watching Jason, knowing the special show on the dance floor played out just for me. There were others around him, their bodies lost in the frenetic beat of the music, but I paid little attention to them. They really didn’t interest me.