Thursday, 15 July 2010

Excerpt Day - Dracul's Revenge Bk 1 - Dracul's Blood © T.A. Chase, Carol Lynne

Excerpt

1447 A.D.

Radu took the urn of blood from his servant and passed it to the winemaker. “To breathe a word is your death,” he growled.

The withered man bowed and retreated into the night.

Radu turned back to the servant he’d spent many pleasurable hours fucking. “You followed my instructions?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. The graves were abandoned by the time I arrived.”

“Excellent. Vengeance is at hand.” He leant down and kissed the servant. Although the boy had no hold on his heart, he had enjoyed the lad’s innocence. Too bad his companion was growing older and tainted by the duties he was ordered to perform.

Radu stepped back and stared down at his young lover. “I’ll have no further dealings in this matter. Once the wine is delivered to me, kill the maker and burn the vineyard. After the ceremony you will take one container to my brother with a note of congratulation. The remaining stock shall be placed in my cellar. Understood?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Present Day

Morgan Thompson ran his hands over the small wooden crate that had just been delivered. How many years had he waited to get his hands on such a valuable commodity?

He opened the crate and lifted the miniature clay cask he’d spent tens of thousands of dollars to obtain. Electricity seemed to travel from his fingertips, up his arms to his head as he rubbed his thumb over the ancient seal. Sweat formed on his brow as he struggled to calm his breathing.

“Will that be all for the day, Mr. Thompson?” his butler asked.

Morgan quickly tried to hide the precious cask from view. “Yes, Thornton.”

What if he saw? What if he tells the others? He quickly looked around his study, knowing there was nowhere he could hide his precious elixir. They’re everywhere, pawing through my things night and day. As soon as Thornton left the room, Morgan rushed to lock the door. There was only one way to make sure no one took his precious find.

Morgan crossed back to the desk and began to tear at the thick, red wax that covered the top of the container. I’ll not share my find with anyone. He crossed to the liquor cabinet and pulled out his state-of-the-art bottle opener.

He managed to extract most of the cork, only a little remaining inside. Once the cask was open, he stared at his expensive purchase. A single sip was worth more than he paid his staff in a week. That’s why Thornton and the others want it.

Morgan grinned as he poured the dark red liquid into a glass. Cask in hand, he carried both over to his chair beside the fireplace. He propped the cask against his cigar stand, making sure not to spill a drop. He swirled the precious wine, mesmerised by the way it clung to the sides of the glass. Although a heavy amount of sediment was evident, it was to be expected in one of the oldest wines ever found. Dark crimson in colour, blood immediately came to Morgan’s mind. “Oh, but you are beautiful,” he whispered.

He inhaled the bouquet, closing his eyes to isolate the individual ingredients used in the making. With his mouth watering at the thought of actually tasting it, he carefully put the crystal to his lips and allowed the smallest amount into his mouth.

Tears sprang to Morgan’s eyes as he breathed out through his nose and savoured the flavours dancing on his tongue. Although bitter in taste, the thing he’d most wanted in the world had been worth every cent.

With each sip, his thirst grew. After the first glass, he greedily drank another, no longer taking his time. He heard footsteps above him and stared at the ceiling. Thornton.

Morgan knew his butler was just waiting for him to abandon the precious wine before slipping down the stairs to drink it himself. They were all jealous of his money. It was his life, and there was no way he was sharing what he’d scarified life and love for, with the maggots that worked for him.

The choice to abandon the glass and drink straight from the cask was the logical one. The more he drank, the louder the voices. He could hear them talking, plotting to break into his study.

Morgan knew he was on his own. He was an island of one and his home was being invaded by traitors. Kill or be killed. Kill or be killed. The phrase kept repeating in a loop through his mind as he continued to drink.

© T.A. Chase | Carol Lynne

Dracul's Blood

Author: T.A. Chase | Carol Lynne

Publisher: Total-e-bound

Genre: GLBT

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Book one in the Dracul's Revenge Series
When people begin turning up dead, drained of their blood, in New York City, it falls on Detective Bobby Marks to solve the crime. Enlisting the help of Professor Nikolay Radin to help with a strange cask found at a murder scene changes Bobby's life in ways he never imagines.
A simple consultation turns into so much more when sparks fly between the two men, and Nik is unknowingly pulled into the dangerous world of a secret society.
The Knights of Paiderastia have been around for thousands of years, and refuse to sit by while an ordinary detective and a bookish professor try to take them down.
In a battle against true evil, Bobby begins to wonder whether he can solve the crime and still manage to keep his new lover alive.

2 Speak To Me:

ErotRomReader (Janna) on 18 July 2010 at 18:48 said...

I've purchased this book and really look forward to reading it. :)

Erotic Horizon on 19 July 2010 at 00:20 said...

@Janna...

I will read it eventually as it is by two of my guilty pleasure authors - but not yet..

I have too many books before that one..

Let me know how you enjoy it..

E.H>