I WON"T STOP
Layne Indigo threw a racist prick out the
window of a high rise office building in White Blood. See what he's up to in
the second Triumvirate story, I Won’t Stop
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Ancient blood
runs deep and it’s much colder!
Layne
Indigo’s existence abounds with extremes—men, women, his own bloodlust, and
death. Especially death. He’s a supreme stalker of not only humans but his
kind, vampires, some of which are so audacious he relishes ending their lives.
Adding to his troubles, he becomes enamored with a cunning woman who hates
vamps more than anything and Layne can’t let Emerald “Esme” Franklin out of
sight.
Carnage
amongst both species has Layne uncertain of his ability to continue as a member
of The Triumvirate that rules over vampires. One thing he is sure of after
Emerald surrenders her virginity—Layne wants more. Until Esme belongs to him,
Layne won’t stop.
A
Multicultural/Interracial M/M/F Vampire Romance
Emerald barely finished saying she wanted
Layne to be happy before someone snatched her into thin air. When her feet
touched the floor, she quickly twisted to see Layne holding a dark haired
beauty.
“Julius. You stalk death, my friend.”
“Thought you wanted us here.”
“Eventually, but not…”
“Not me.” Unable to latch on to anger
earlier, Emerald garnered more than enough to last a lifetime. She blabbed,
“Does she know you slept with me just hours ago?” Layne’s eyes never changed
color as he gazed at her. A sure sign he felt no real antagonism toward Julius
and he exhibited no remorse over Emerald’s witnessing a lover’s embrace. Why
didn’t she feel this way seeing him with Brakius?
“Not yet is how I would have finished had
you not interrupted.”
“Bullshit.” Emerald glared at the woman.
Honey colored skin glistened as ample breasts rose up and down each time she
drew breath. Tall, trim waist and narrow hips, she wore silky black hair in a
braid that reached her knees. Loosened, there would be enough to weave at least
three heads with shoulder length waves. “Did you hear what I said?” Midnight
blue eyes sparkled with amusement. Jealousy blossomed in Emerald’s chest. It
burned a bitter path to her throat. “You can have him.” There goes infatuation out the window. Why couldn’t she refrain
behaving as if she cared?
The beauty’s head tilted. “I always will
young one.”
“Young? Do you know how old that son of a
bitch you’re screwing is?”
“To the second. Do you possess this
information?”
Had it not been for a sun-bronzed brute
popping out of nowhere to stand between her and Layne’s ladylove, Emerald would
have scratched the hussy’s eyes out. The newcomer stood nearly as tall as Layne
and strawberry blond hair curled just above a back broad enough to block the
couple from view.
Air grew chilled as he spoke. “My lady, I
thought to give you time with Lord Indigo but your discomfort bid I join you.”
Bowing in Layne’s direction, he added, “My liege.”
“I have asked you not use such terms when
addressing me. They come from a disfavored time and place.” Icy drafts buffeted
Emerald. “My father was but an African warrior who stumbled into India
following some jackass lost from the second Crusade. No matter. I’ve no right
to his Lord’s allegiances, feudal or otherwise, nor do I want them.” Prevented
from viewing Layne, Emerald gathered displeasure shone in his eyes taking into
account his gruffness. “I will not remind you of this again.”
“Apologies, my lor… Layne.”
“Enough.” The giant stood rooted to his
spot as Layne’s woman emitted forced laughter that floated around the being she
now recognized as vampire. Before his arrival, warmth had filled her and
Layne’s suite. “Sit down, Loch.”
No more than three strides carried him to a
barstool where he perched and scrutinized Emerald through bottle green eyes.
Able to observe Layne after Loch moved, Emerald noticed red briefly swirl in
his eyes. His female friend must be human and she didn’t give the impression of
being a day over thirty. Certainly not old enough to call her young. “Evidently
your lover takes pleasure in youthful brown skinned human women.” Resentment
laced Emerald’s words.
“I’m well aware of his predilection but he
found one he treasures.”
“Good luck with that.” Their banter seemed
to fascinate Layne who barely took his eyes from Emerald. “I’m sure it’s not me
you should be looking at.” She hoped her words cut deep. “Like all vampires,
you’re a whore.” Searching out Julius who remained unusually quiet, she noticed
he wore a perplexed look. They were all creepy, cold jackasses. She demanded,
“Take me home.”
“You are not leaving.” Layne did not intend
to let her go. “You reside with me.”
She crossed to where he stood. “If you
think for one second I plan to…
“Reside with me and my mother? Yes. I do.”
“God Almighty,” Julius whispered. “The
third Triumvirate.”
Layne smiled in his friend’s direction. “Juls,
meet Piara Kaur Indigo and her guard, Loch Christian. He tugged Emerald
forward, possessively manipulating her so her back rested against his chest.
His arm wrapped around her. “Close your mouth, honey, you might catch a fly.”
Growl
and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out.-J. Hali Steele
