That’s right, my little Amaranthinites, Patrick’s story is available tomorrow as an ebook at all retailers, and as a paperback. (The Collector’s Edition will be available in paperback November 1st.)
Also tomorrow, I will be the host of the Blood Moon Rising event all day, so if you feel so moved to spread the word about Brothers of Darkness, that would be awesome! Below is the synopsis, links, and some cool graphics.
“Not a love story…a dark spiral into blackness.”
“If you’ve read Shades of Gray, you know how this has to end.”
The prequel to Shades of Gray tells the story of Patrick and Michael, how they got tangled into Claudius’ web, and their valiant fight to escape.
When Patrick’s missing brother Michael returns, he brings with him a world of darkness. Turned into a vampire against his will, Michael is the coven’s whipping boy. When Patrick tries to help, he’s claimed as a slave who spends his weekends preparing victims, scooping ashes, and falling prey to the vampire’s twisted desires.
There’s only so much hell he can take, and when vampires from a warring coven offer sanctuary in exchange for cooperation, Patrick quickly agrees. What he expected to be a few months drags out into a long smear of nightmares, and though he fights for hope and freedom, the cost of victory may be more than he bargained for.
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And here’s some excerpts:
The park was eerie in the dark. The hulking jungle gym sat like a crouched monster waiting to spring, and the swing set’s long shadows were tendrils of evil that snaked toward Patrick and Michael as they leaned on the teeter-totter.
The snow slowed, then stopped. Patrick scuffled his feet in the drifts and counted off the seconds. How long would it take a vampire to find them?
And why in the hell do we want him to?
Michael’s shoulders went stiff and Patrick followed his gaze. At first, he saw only darkness, then, like last time, the guy materialized from the shadows.
“You’re looking for me?”
Michael narrowed his eyes. “You’re the mind reader, you tell me.”
Without hesitation, the vampire asked sharply, “Why should I help you?”
Michael grabbed his brother’s arm. “Come on, Pat. I told you this was a fuckin’ waste of time.”
Before they could move, the mysterious man replied, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t help, only asked why I should.”
Patrick nodded hopefully. If the vampires were half as terrifying as this guy, there was no way they could deal with them alone. They needed someone who could help them and, though he couldn’t say why, he was sure this was the guy for the job. Maybe because he scares the shit outta me. “Hang on, Mikey. Let’s give him a chance.”
Michael glared at the vampire. “Why? We don’t even know who he is!”
The man all but rolled his eyes. “My name is Jorick. What do you want from me?”
Patrick answered quickly, “He needs help to get away from Claudius.”
Jorick studied them. The moments stretched thin and taut, heavy with the oppressive winter atmosphere. Finally, he said, “Let me speak to my associate. We might be able to do something. Return here in five days.”
Then he disappeared.
For once Claudius wasn’t having a party, just an informal gathering of ‘the favorites’ in a room that looked like a parlor—If Windsor Castle had a parlor. Gilt framed paintings and expensive knick-knacks littered every available space. Rather than a victim in a punch bowl, Claudius made them pour bags of blood into crystal serving pitchers and stand at the ready, filling glasses as requested. The bags were the thick plastic kind, like the hospital used, but Patrick knew better than to ask where they came from.
Amanda stood behind one ornate sofa and Patrick stood behind the other, wearing the musty uniform. A sexy vampiress lounged in a chair across from him. Against his will, his eyes were drawn to her again and again. A dark haired male hovered near her. Though she tolerated him, she seemed to enjoy watching his eyes flame brighter and brighter as she flirted with the other vampires.
Not my business.
Then he called her Yulia.
With that name came nightmare memories of the basement, of the whip, of the darkness. He’d imagined her face a hundred times, but it never looked like that; full red lips, heavy eyelids, and foreign cheekbones framed by long glossy black hair. She dripped jewels and grace, as did the others, and suddenly Patrick understood Claudius’ ranking system. There were two tiers of favorites; those like Troy who were dumb muscle, and those who gained favor with their beauty and refinement, as if surrounding himself by elegant vampires could make Claudius elegant by default.
A dark complexioned vampire strode into the room. With his rugged features and long wild hair, he looked like a Native American. The scar on his cheek and the curt sharp way he moved showed which of the two groups he belonged to.
He bowed stiffly before Claudius. “Master, there is a messenger for you.”
Claudius sipped blood from his goblet, his expression bored. “Who is it, Joseff, and what do they want?”
“They’re from The Guild and they will only reveal the message to you.”
Claudius motioned Joseff aside. “Very well. I’ll deal with them.” He swept to his feet and toward the door. Joseff started to follow, but Claudius waved him back. “I can handle this myself.”
Joseff stepped back among the beautiful ones and shifted from one foot to the other. Yulia caught his eye and smiled. He grunted and looked away, but soon his gaze drifted back. She smiled and played with her low cut bodice, tracing her bright silver fingernail over the fleshy bubble of her cleavage.
The conversation tinkled around them. The pitcher and tray were heavy and Patrick’s arms sagged. He distracted himself with the unfolding drama. Joseff eyed Yulia and the jealous dark-haired vampire eyed Joseff. Patrick wondered how long until it came to blows.
Patrick spun to find an angry vampire standing next to him, glass extended.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you twice.”
Patrick hefted the glass pitcher with one hand, the tray balanced in the other, and poured out the blood in a thin stream. Patrick’s muscles spasmed. His arm shook. The stream buckled and slopped over the edge of the goblet onto the vampire’s shiny black shoes.
He slapped Patrick hard enough to knock him backwards. The tray flew out of his hand and the contents of the pitcher sailed through the air in a spiral of crimson. It splattered on the floor and splashed the nearest vampires.
They leapt up as one. The reaction was mixed. Part of them licked the ruby spots from themselves, their eyes gleaming, and the others screeched about their ruined clothing.
Patrick righted himself in time for the vampire with the shiny shoes to grab him by the scruff of his neck. “You made the mess!” he screamed. “Lick it off!”
Before Patrick could comprehend the words, the vampire forced him to his knees and shoved his face against his shoes. The smell of leather and polish mixed with the scent of blood, and he choked.
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