Blood Lust (Blood Series #3) - Week
Blitz
T. Lynne
Tolles
New Adult Paranormal
Romance
Date Published: June 18,
2014
A surprise visit from Blake and Devon's uncle, Dominic,
demanding both vampires, come home immediately to find what is ailing his son
Anton, puts everyone on edge. Can vampires get sick? Devon doesn't appreciate
Dominic's demands, but agrees to fly back to Connecticut with Darby, since
Blake has a job to finish up in California. Excited to meet more of Devon's
family, Darby is confused by Devon's distance and coldness since Dominic's
visit.
In
Connecticut, this only gets worse when a gorgeous Libby, Anton's estranged
wife, shows up unexpectedly and seems to have her sights set on Devon. To top
it all off, there's seems to be some pent up animosity, Anton and Devon have
towards each other.
What is this strange power Libby has over the men in this
family? And what's wrong with poor Anton? Why does it seem that Anton and Devon
hate each other? These are all questions Darby sets out to answer in this third
volume of the Blood Series.
EXCERPT
Dominic smiled
at her gesture and
said, “I’m sorry, miss, this
is a private family matter and I just couldn’t
possibly stay. You
understand, don’t you?” He said this dismissively as if
speaking to a servant;
polite, but not sincere.
Darby saw that
Devon
was irritated by his uncle’s
rude behavior and was about to say something, when
Blake jumped out of his chair
and said, “Sure, Dominic. They understand.”
He glanced at
the others at the
table and gave
Devon
an imploring look, all the
while helping his uncle with his coat. “We’ll speak
in the front yard, Dominic.
Go back to your meal, enjoy! We’ll only be a
minute,” Blake said rather
apologetically to Darby still standing, stunned, in
front of her
seat.
Darby looked at
the rest of the
people at the table and said,
“I’ll get some champagne flutes, to enjoy our
lovely gift.” She excused
herself as Devon
and Blake led Dominic to the
front yard.
They were almost
to the black
limousine, when Dominic
turned to the boys. “I’m in need of your help, boys.
Anton is terribly sick and I
would like you both to come to
Connecticut
to help me determine what is
ailing him.”
“I’m very sorry
Anton is sick,
but that does not excuse
your…” Devon
started.
“What
Devon
is trying to say, Dominic,”
Blake interrupted, “is that we are not boys any
longer. We have lives here,
jobs, commitments, significant others. We can’t
just up and
leave.”
“Yes, I see you’ve
hooked up with
a lively bunch of hooligans.
Eating at a table with witches and werewolf swine.
How could you? So what, you
with your Darby girl, and you with the werewolf
crossbreed creature? Both
witches, I presume?”
“Yes. I am with
Rowan, but you
don’t understand, Dominic,”
Blake said.
Dominic’s eyes grew large. “How
despicable, boy! Didn’t I
teach you anything? Didn’t you listen to a word I
told you? Your mother must be
turning in her grave in shame. We are a family of
noble vampire blood. What a
disgrace to your heritage. Vile.
Disgusting!”
“That’s enough,
Dominic. You are
wrong about werewolves, like
many are wrong about vampires. You are mistaken…”
Devon
defended.
“How dare you? I
am a professor
of science. I most definitely
am not mistaken. I saw, with my own two eyes, the
horrific act of a werewolf.
They are animals, not people.”
“You’re wrong,
Dominic, very
wrong. These are good and
decent people. They’ve risked their lives for us on
numerous occasions…” Blake
tried to explain.
“Don’t bother
explaining, Blake.
He won’t change his mind. He
has his view, and that is the only view he’ll ever
see,”
Devon
said.
“I see your
manners have been
severely degraded by the
company you keep. I demand you come to
Connecticut
immediately. Maybe you’ll
find your manners there and remember your place in
society.”
“I’m not leaving. Not for you and
most definitely not for
Anton,” Devon
said.
“Oh, grow up,
boy. That was ages
ago. Let bygones be bygones
already. I won’t take no for an answer. You will
both march in there, pack
your things, and come home.”
“Connecticut
is not our home. This is our
home, Oljone,
California
.
Right here, with a bunch of
great friends who are waiting for us to continue
our Thanksgiving feast,”
Devon
said as he turned and headed
back to the house.
“Wait,
Devon,”
Blake said.
Devon
stopped and slowly turned.
“Dominic, won’t you please join us for dinner. Get
to know these people. They
are family to us.”
Devon
said, “Don’t bother wasting
your breath, Blake. Like I said, he’s already made
up his mind about
them.”
“It’s
Thanksgiving. You said
yourself,
Devon,
Thanksgiving is a time to be
thankful for family, friends and loved ones.
Dominic and Anton are our
only blood relatives.”
“Fine. You’re
right, Blake, I did
say that. Dominic, would you
please join us for dinner?”
“Thank you for
the offer but no.
I can’t. No, I won’t sit at a
table with two werewolves. I am staying at the
Ritz-Carlton in
San
Francisco.
Here are your tickets. We are
leaving at 10:50 AM tomorrow. I
expect to see you on the
plane.” He handed each of them a first class
ticket.
“Whoa, wait a
minute. I can’t go,
Dominic. I have to work. I
have a project due, deadlines, I just can’t up and
leave,” Blake
insisted.
“Fine, you will
join us when you
are done with your
commitments.”
“I’m not going
either, Dominic.
This is my home, here with
Darby. There is no love lost between Anton and me.
I’m sure he doesn’t want to
see me any more than I want to see him. I’m sorry
he’s sick, but for God’s
sake, he’s a vampire, he’ll heal. I’m sure he will be
fine.”
“No,
Devon.
He won’t. He is rapidly
declining. You must help me. I demand that you help
me.”
“You demand that
I help you?
There’s nothing I can do for
him. I’m not a doctor; you are. I’m a software
engineer. So is Blake. What
could we possibly do for him?”
“You’re his
family. You can be
his family. Maybe he will
confide in you.”
“What makes you
think if he
hasn’t confided in you, that
he would do such a thing with me or
Blake?”
“Because…you are
his age. You
speak his language. You’re
more understanding, like your mother.”
“Not where he’s
concerned,” Devon
muttered under his
breath.
“You must do
this!” Dominic
yelled and turned red in the
face, pounding a fist into his other hand, tears
welling in his ferociously
angry eyes.
Blake said,
“Hang on, now. You
both need to cool off a bit.
Dominic, you’re going to blow a gasket. Relax.
Devon,
if Darby went with you to
Connecticut,
would you be willing to go
and at least talk to Anton? See if maybe he would
confide in you? You never
know. And if he’s really that sick, don’t you think
one of us should be there?
We’re family, after all.”
“If Darby were
politely invited
to come, and treated
appropriately, yes, I may consider going to
Connecticut.”
“Dominic, would
you be willing to
accept Darby as a guest in
your home, treating her as such, for Devon?”
He mulled this
over, taking
longer than
Devon
would have liked, but he
reluctantly agreed.
“As long as her
mutant sister
does not come. Yes, I would
accept the witch as a guest in my home providing
she behaves in a proper
manner.”
“What the he…”
Devon
started. Blake saw he was
about to blow his top and
interrupted.
“See, I knew this could be worked
out. Now, would you at least
join us for a glass of champagne and invite Darby
properly,
Dominic?”
Dominic grumbled and
nodded.
About the Author: T. Lynne
Tolles
T. Lynne Tolles can be found most days, juggling one of two cat
muses and a laptop, tripping over an ancient Newfoundland dog and washing a
never-ending pile of laundry. When life doesn’t get in the way, she writes
paranormal romances for new adults.
Her passion for witches, ghosts, and vampires together with a
light-hearted wit are reflected in her loveable characters and the adventures
of mystery they unravel to find their happily ever after.
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