Forever Dusk by Lisa Worrall
There is nothing as strong as the bond between a sire and his vampire.
But what do you do when you find out your partner’s sire is also your own?
Jonah had been a vampire for over a hundred years when he met Sebastian, the owner of the vampire-themed nightclub in downtown LA. Twenty years later and Jonah and Sebastian are stronger than ever.
But when another’s jealousy brings their sire to the club, will their relationship be able to withstand the strength of their bond with Vincenzo, and their bond with each other?
I'm not a fan of vampires but I am a huge fan of Lisa Worrall, and I was more than willing to read another one of her stories. If you like beautiful and descriptive prose with hot vampires then this is most definitely the book for you.
I loved the relationships between the men. They so are hot and sensual together, and as usual, Lisa writes wicked love scenes.
This is double the length it was before, although I think this book could be a gorgeous full-blown novel, but that is just a niggle.
Newley, West Virginia - 1860
Jonah was trying to coax his thick hair into some semblance of order when his brother Oscar burst into his bedroom. He damn near jumped clear out of his skin as the door bounced off the wall with the force of Oscar’s excitement.
“C’mon, Mona. We gotta go. Pa said if you don’t stop primpin’ we’re gonna leave without ya.”
“Don’t call me Mona,” Jonah grumbled at the use of the nickname his brothers had saddled him with as soon as he could walk. “You know I don’t like it.”
“Of course I do,” Oscar scoffed. “That’s the point, little brother.”
“Gee,” Jonah said sarcastically and pulled his cap on, tucking a few wayward curls underneath it. “How lucky am I? To have a brother of your caliber to look up to.”
“Considering there are three of us, I’d say you’re the luckiest sumbitch in town.” Oscar’s retort was quick and snappy, in line with his acerbic wit. “Now get your ass movin’, boy.”
Jonah tossed the comb at him and stormed past him. “And don’t call me boy, neither.”
Oscar chased him along the hall and Jonah narrowly missed knocking his little sister off her feet, only skirting around her at the last second, Oscar hot on his heels. He made it out of the front door and off the porch before Oscar barreled into him and sent him sprawling on the lawn.
“Get off my grass you ingrates!”
“Nice, Pa,” Oscar pushed Jonah off him and sat up, a grin curving his lips. “Is that any way to talk about the fruit of your loins?”
“You leave my loins out of this,” Angus Roberts snapped back. “And if you’re the fruit boy, from where I’m standing you must have been pretty low hanging.”
Jonah shot Oscar a knowing look and tried not to smile at the warning tone in his mother’s voice as she admonished his father. They’d all been on the receiving end of that sharp tongue at one time or another.
“They started it, Maude,” Angus complained.
“Angus Roberts, I swear I’ll never know why I bothered to have all these children when I’ve got my hands full trying to raise you.” Maude ushered Jonah’s seven-year-old twin sisters down the porch steps and called out for his two older brothers. “Cooper! Raymond! Don’t make me start counting!”
“Why’s Ray takin’ so long, Mama?” Felicity, older than her twin, Charlotte, by two minutes, asked innocently.
“Well, Short Stop,” Jonah said before his Mama could respond. He scrambled to his feet and scooped her up into his arms. “I think it might have something to do with Mary-Anne Watkins.”
Felicity locked her fingers behind his neck and grinned at him. “Is Ray fixin’ to kiss her at the fair?”
“No I am not,” Raymond said haughtily as Cooper shoved past him. Raymond closed the front door behind them and glared at Jonah. “Don’t be fillin’ her head with nonsense, Mona,” he said as he strode down the path. “Now c’mon. We’re gonna be late.”
“We've been waiting on you for the last half hour. Why the God awful rush now?” Angus asked, holding out his arm to his wife.
“He promised Mary-Anne Watkins he’d meet her at the lemonade stand.” Oscar side-stepped Raymond’s swatting hand and hefted Charlotte onto his shoulders. He took off at a trot making horse noises for the little girl’s benefit and his parents smiled fondly after him.
“Can we do that, Jo-Jo? Can we, can we?” Felicity begged.
Jonah quickly obliged and, after making sure Felicity held on tightly, he headed after Oscar and Charlotte, leaving the others to follow behind at a more sedate pace. The girls laughed as he and Oscar carried them along on their backs. Their joy was Jonah’s favorite sound in the whole world.
The girls had been a surprise addition to the family. He’d been fourteen when they were born and, up until then, the youngest. His mama thought she’d reached the end of her time as far as babies were concerned, but when she started craving pickles dipped in mustard, it was obvious they needed to get the well-used crib down from the attic.
Jonah had fallen in love the moment he laid eyes on them; half an hour old and wailing up a storm, but he didn’t care. They’d taken a bit of getting used to but by the time they could crawl they had all four of their big brothers wrapped firmly around their tiny little fingers.
When they rounded the corner at the end of Main Street Jonah heard Felicity’s gasp in his ear and he grinned at the sound, her excitement infectious. Stalls and tents of all sizes dotted the usually somber green, strung with lights and laden with all manner of pies, cakes and jellies. Pens holding tiny lambs and mooing calves were surrounded by cooing children jostling each other to stroke soft noses. In a larger pen, three ponies were being led up and down with brightly colored ribbons plaited into their manes and a giggling child on each back.
Felicity wriggled to be let down and Jonah squatted so her feet touched the ground. She bounced up and down beside him and he heaved a sigh of relief as their parents walked toward them, with Cooper hot on their heels. His father smiled at his mother and dropped a kiss on her cheek. The love that still burned between them after all this time warmed Jonah’s soul. If, one day, he found even half of the happiness they’d shared, he knew he’d still be the happiest man on earth.
“Mama, Mama!” Charlotte practically vibrated with excitement her brown eyes alight as she tugged at their mother’s skirt. “They’ve got pony rides, Mama!”
“I see that, flapjack,” Maude replied, stroking Charlotte’s hair from her eyes.
“Can we, Mama? Can we?” Both girls spoke in perfect unison.
Their father laughed heartily and kissed his wife again as he pressed some money into her hand. “Well, darlin’, looks like your dance card is filled.” He nodded at Jonah and his brothers. “C’mon, boys. I think it’s about time we make a man out of your brother.” Cooper and Oscar threw their arms around Jonah’s neck and let out a few ribald comments. Comments that stilled immediately their mother cast her steely gaze at them. A gaze she then turned on their father.
“Only one, Angus Roberts. You hear?”
“Of course, Maude.” Jonah had to bite the inside of his cheek at the mock-affronted look on his father’s face. “As if I’d let him get pie-eyed on his first trip out. It cuts me deep that you would think that.”
“I don’t think, Angus Roberts, I know,” Maude replied with a raised eyebrow. “And if the four of you aren’t upright by the time we’re fixing to leave, I’ll have Sheriff Dobbs throw you in the drunk tank with old Cleetus. And don’t think I won’t.”
“Oh I don’t think, darlin’.” Jonah choked back a laugh as his father turned his mother’s words against her. “I know.”
Their father walked toward the beer tent and his brothers ushered Jonah after him. The grass crunched under foot and the laughter of children filled his ears as they followed their father. He knew in that moment he would remember this night for the rest of his life. The scents, the sounds, his brothers’ cheesy grins and the fond look his father gave him over his shoulder as he walked ahead. All of it; he would remember all of it—forever.
Inside the tent the air was thick with smoke. The heaviness of it stole Jonah’s breath and he raised his fist to his mouth to cover his sudden coughing fit. His brothers laughed as he looked from one to the other, his eyes watering.
“Don’t worry, Mona,” Cooper said good-naturedly. “Oscar’s first time in here he puked in the spittoon!”
“Shut up!” Oscar nudged Jonah towards the makeshift bar where their father was talking to Mr. McReady who lived in the big house on the corner of their street. Oscar indicated the array of jugs and bottles on the tables. “It’s time for drinkin’, not talkin’. What’re ya gonna try first, Jo? Bourbon? Whisky? Gin?”
“Don’t push him, boys,” Angus said, tipping a wink at Jonah. “Let him find his feet.”
Oscar and Cooper administered encouraging slaps to his back then headed across the tent to the beer barrels where some friends were waiting on them. Left to his own devices as his father engaged in a detailed conversation with Mr. McReady about the impending Mexican war, Jonah had no idea what to do next. Although he’d managed to catch his breath, the cloying thickness of smoke seemed to hang above them and it scratched at the back of his throat. If he was honest, right now he could do with a soda.
“It is, how you say, your first time?”
The voice was heavily accented and had an almost musical lilt that lifted the hairs on the back of Jonah’s neck. He shifted his feet and turned to look at the man beside him. If it wasn’t such a ridiculously romantic notion, Jonah would have sworn his heart actually skipped a beat when he looked into deep brown eyes surrounded by black lashes. He swallowed hard as the man’s gaze held his, pinning him as steadfastly as if he were one of the bugs Raymond collected in glass frames.
“Excuse me?” Jonah managed to mumble.
The man smiled; a soft and apologetic smile then held out his hand. “Forgive my manners. Let me introduce myself. I am Vincenzo Moretti, here on business from Sicily.”
Jonah stared at Vincenzo’s hand, unable to drag his gaze from the man’s long pale fingers and an image of those fingers curled around his cock blasted every thought from his mind. Vincenzo cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence between them, forcing Jonah to meet his gaze. Something dark and knowing flashed in Vincenzo’s eyes as if he knew exactly what Jonah had been thinking, then it was gone.