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Love
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[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic
Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, HEA]
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Authors: http://manloveauthors.com/sneak-peek-love-bytes-by-gale-stanley/
Hoping to
reignite their rocky romance, geeky IT tech Benjamin Kempler goes out of his
comfort zone to buy a sexy Valentine for his boyfriend. But before the big day
arrives, he gets dumped by a text message and it looks like he'll be spending
another Valentine's Day on his own. Ben decides to make a life-changing move.
Instead of suffering V-Day depression alone in Los Angeles, Ben will be
suffering culture shock in London where he relocates for a new start.
Sexy
Welshman Rhys Wynn welcomes Ben into his hostel—and his bed. They share a
strong connection, but Ben backs off. He would rather spend Valentine’s Day
alone than risk another broken heart. Rhys knows they belong together, but his
secret prevents him from pursuing the young American. He's a vampyre who's
already lost one soul mate, and he won't risk Ben's life.
Can love
conquer all, or will history repeat itself?
Story Excerpt
Prologue
Nineteenth Century, North Atlantic
Ocean
“Rogue
wave! All hands on deck!”
Rhys
swallowed his mouthful of beer and watched his plate of salted meat and
hardtack slide across the table.
Bloody hell!
All in all,
it had been a dismal voyage and Rhys had been looking forward to a few days of
respite at the harbor. Now it appeared the misery would continue with more
gloomy weather. A totally
disheartening prospect, it felt as if Mother Nature, herself, had purposely
conspired to depress his spirits.
The day had
started out calm enough, but early on clouds began rolling in and the sky
darkened. Gradually the winds had intensified. The gentle breeze became a stiff
blow, and the ship had begun a nauseating rise and fall in response to the
deepening swells. Below decks, the swaying of the ship had increased, but still
the call came as a shock. The captain of the packet ship Deliverance believed in having a well-fed
crew, and he only called the men away from the mess table for dire emergencies.
Expecting the worst,
Rhys pulled on an oilskin and come topside immediately.
Dear God!
It would
take more than foul weather garb to protect against the monstrous wall of water
heading for the ship. It had to be forty or fifty feet high. In his ten years
aboard the Deliverance, so named
because she carried mail and other cargo between Liverpool and New York, he’d
never seen anything like it. The ship had not been designed for speed, but she
was a good watertight vessel built for the rough North Atlantic seas. Still,
she sailed at the whim of wind and weather, and these conditions were brutal.
The old hands told stories of freakish ocean waves, but Rhys had always
dismissed them as tall tales. The nightmare in front of him would not be
dismissed so easily.
The gusts
had risen to gale force, and the intense blow stole his breath and kept him in
place. Rhys had no time to think. He grabbed at the rigging just as the
monstrous wave crashed over the ship.
God help
me.
Note: This
book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively
revised and expanded.
Available at Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/love-bytes
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