Title: Blood Lovers
Author: Jophrael L. Avario
Published: Carnal Passions (first published April 5th 2011)
Length: 121pgs
Format: ecopy
Genre: m/m paranormal erotica
Shelf: review
Rating:
Blurb:
Abandoned to the streets of London as a teenager by homophobic parents, Tamir is rescued by the one person he needs to survive what he is. Vidar is a rich man, happy to offer the suicidal young man a sanctuary where no one can touch him.
Or so they think.
There is something different about Vidar, something that could mean trouble—or death—for both of them. Vidar is harbouring a secret that could destroy both them, and the world of safe havens they’ve created.
But flourishing in a love born of blood, suicide, hate and abandonment, will Tamir and Vidar’s relationship last across their forced separation? Or will their fierce dependency, when combined with the uncontrollable split, send them rocketing on a path that will lead only to their deaths?
Adult-content
rating:
This book contains content considered unsuitable for young readers 17 and
under, and which may be offensive to some readers of all ages.
Excerpt:
Pain reached his brain again, and he realised that he'd cut even deeper than before; he could feel the blade scraping against the bone, his arm almost numb now. His hand was dead, the feeling completely gone.
"What are you doing?" a voice, kinder than the others asked, creeping into his mind as the thunder grew quieter, the wind silently plucking at his clothes, sending chills up his back. "You silly man. Come with me. I'll take care of you." A hand rested on the stone railing beside him.
"No," he murmured, holding the blade in his suddenly-weak left hand, ready to slice into his right arm again. "No, let me die, please... let me die..." He twisted away from the person, trying to avoid him, but he no longer had the strength.
Darkness crowded in on him, and he fell from the railing. With nothing but twelve storeys of open air between him and the ground, the blood and rain streaked over his body, as the blade sliced deep into his thigh. He fell, tumbling past the windows of the building...
There was a flapping sound, and something dragged his body back, back to the safety of the building. Tamir collapsed, lying, dying, on the floor. The older man, blond-haired and serious, licked at the blood on the dying man's arm, moaning as the blood touched his tongue. A gel-like substance from his lips soothed the cuts and stopped the bleeding, clotting it and acting like an instant scab.
But blood still pooled with the rain on the dry floor. After a second, the older man noticed the gash in the young man's thigh, the red liquid oozing slowly onto the stone floor.
"You silly sod," the man murmured, then hesitated. Slowly, watching the young man's unconscious face, he licked the blood from the gash, the taste seducing him almost instantly.
Forgetting about the blood the young man had already lost, the man licked at the wound, drawing still more blood from Tamir's dying body. After a few minutes, he pressed his lips to the gash. What had been an open sore was now sealed shut with more of the gel-like substance, holding what remained of the young man's blood in his body.
"Beautiful," the older man murmured, running a hand over the pale skin of the unconscious young man's stomach, showing above his jeans. "Delicious."
Tamir's stomach twitched, and the young man's head rolled towards his rescuer, though he did not wake. The man sighed, then started as the thunder sounded off alongside a flash of lightning. He licked his lips, allowing himself one more taste of the young man, and leaned back.
"So young," he murmured, pressing his fingertips to his lips gently. "So delicious. So alone, so unwanted." He smiled. "I will look after you, cica." He ran his long fingers through the young man's black hair, frowning at the tangles. His fingers graced the young man's cheek, making Tamir roll away from him slightly. The tall man stared at his bared neck, visibly holding himself back.
"You will be good," he murmured, lifting the young man up into his arms as though he weighed nothing. "I need a young man like you to keep me... straight..."
The man turned. Within a couple of seconds, all that remained of him was the flapping of his dark cloak. Lightning flashed, and he was gone from the towering building, the young man along with him.
This is an intensely provocative & evocative novel. It makes you think, wonder, and feel. Avario combines the realities of stereotypes with the wonder of the paranormal in its darkest sense. His descriptions paint a dark picture to the world, while giving a sense of a light at the end of the tunnel.
I found myself rooting for the characters. They were living and struggling to survive against so many cultural stereotypes that are all too prevalent today. They were such different individuals, yet at the same time, so sure they were right. I loved how Tamir stood up for others, even against his saviour. It was human nature shining though at its finest.
Throughout this novel Avario had me hooked. I found myself pushing forwards, needing to know what would happen next. This was definitely a one of a kind read.
"What are you doing?" a voice, kinder than the others asked, creeping into his mind as the thunder grew quieter, the wind silently plucking at his clothes, sending chills up his back. "You silly man. Come with me. I'll take care of you." A hand rested on the stone railing beside him.
"No," he murmured, holding the blade in his suddenly-weak left hand, ready to slice into his right arm again. "No, let me die, please... let me die..." He twisted away from the person, trying to avoid him, but he no longer had the strength.
Darkness crowded in on him, and he fell from the railing. With nothing but twelve storeys of open air between him and the ground, the blood and rain streaked over his body, as the blade sliced deep into his thigh. He fell, tumbling past the windows of the building...
There was a flapping sound, and something dragged his body back, back to the safety of the building. Tamir collapsed, lying, dying, on the floor. The older man, blond-haired and serious, licked at the blood on the dying man's arm, moaning as the blood touched his tongue. A gel-like substance from his lips soothed the cuts and stopped the bleeding, clotting it and acting like an instant scab.
But blood still pooled with the rain on the dry floor. After a second, the older man noticed the gash in the young man's thigh, the red liquid oozing slowly onto the stone floor.
"You silly sod," the man murmured, then hesitated. Slowly, watching the young man's unconscious face, he licked the blood from the gash, the taste seducing him almost instantly.
Forgetting about the blood the young man had already lost, the man licked at the wound, drawing still more blood from Tamir's dying body. After a few minutes, he pressed his lips to the gash. What had been an open sore was now sealed shut with more of the gel-like substance, holding what remained of the young man's blood in his body.
"Beautiful," the older man murmured, running a hand over the pale skin of the unconscious young man's stomach, showing above his jeans. "Delicious."
Tamir's stomach twitched, and the young man's head rolled towards his rescuer, though he did not wake. The man sighed, then started as the thunder sounded off alongside a flash of lightning. He licked his lips, allowing himself one more taste of the young man, and leaned back.
"So young," he murmured, pressing his fingertips to his lips gently. "So delicious. So alone, so unwanted." He smiled. "I will look after you, cica." He ran his long fingers through the young man's black hair, frowning at the tangles. His fingers graced the young man's cheek, making Tamir roll away from him slightly. The tall man stared at his bared neck, visibly holding himself back.
"You will be good," he murmured, lifting the young man up into his arms as though he weighed nothing. "I need a young man like you to keep me... straight..."
The man turned. Within a couple of seconds, all that remained of him was the flapping of his dark cloak. Lightning flashed, and he was gone from the towering building, the young man along with him.
My Review:
I found myself rooting for the characters. They were living and struggling to survive against so many cultural stereotypes that are all too prevalent today. They were such different individuals, yet at the same time, so sure they were right. I loved how Tamir stood up for others, even against his saviour. It was human nature shining though at its finest.
Throughout this novel Avario had me hooked. I found myself pushing forwards, needing to know what would happen next. This was definitely a one of a kind read.
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