The Vampire Haven
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Book 2: No Secrets Left
In 1915, an anxious, psychic human and a heartbroken vampire find forbidden love aboard a doomed ocean liner.
Sean Quillen lives a life in hiding: his family would definitely disapprove of Sean being psychic and/or attracted to men. So when Sean foresees catastrophe on the family’s oversea journey to Liverpool, he finds his only ally in the fight to save the ship is a very handsome man who’s not a man at all, but some sort of monster. Only Will’s not very monstrous. And also, Sean’s had a psychic vision of them, well—you know. The problem is, Sean’s never foreseen anything that didn’t end in disaster.
Will Hammond did not intend to be a vampire. But when he was mortally injured, his friends at the Haven saved his life the only way they could. Will’s grateful, but he’s got a family in England he misses terribly, and he doesn’t know how to tell them he’s not human anymore. Will’s on his way for one last visit when an irritating, stupidly attractive man who can see all Will’s secrets tells him the ship they’re on is about to sink. And oh yes, at some point in the future, they’re apparently going to have absolutely fantastic sex.
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Excerpt from Chapter 4
Sean’s hand landed over Will’s eyes.
“Don’t look,” Sean said, still out of breath, but quiet now. Will heard it happen: someone’s footsteps, a woman’s mild oath, the sound of light objects hitting the polished floor. “Potpourri,” Sean whispered. “Like the kind you put in your suitcase to keep your clothes smelling nice.”
Sachet, Will thought, and Sean said, “Oh, is that the name of it?” His voice was trembling.
A moment later, the footsteps resumed, and Sean removed his hand. But he was still so close that when Will opened his eyes, he could have counted every freckle on Sean’s cheeks.
“Sorry,” Sean breathed. “I saw—the future—you had to count the little flowers. You came down on your knees to do it, and she was putting them away too quickly, and you were frantic about it. I guess your—your kind must be compelled to count spilled—”
“I thought you didn’t touch people.”
“I thought you didn’t want me.” Sean’s beautiful eyes were wide, damn it.
“Been trying so hard to tell myself that.” Will fumbled in his pocket for his room key, shoved open the door, and crowded Sean inside.
Will was the one to start the kiss, probably. He was definitely the one to push Sean against the wall, one hand grasping Sean’s ass in his trousers, without preamble. God, Sean felt good, tight and firm, and hot between his legs where he was immediately stiffening.
Sean did not protest the kiss, which was stunning, really. (Neither did Will’s common sense, which was probably going to be an issue later.) Sean clutched at Will’s coat and even raised his leg like he wanted Will to pick him up. But he also didn’t kiss back. Will had his tongue in Sean’s mouth, and Sean was making tiny whimpers, but he was completely pliant, just letting Will do what he wanted. Which didn’t seem like Sean at all.
Will pulled back. “Is this your first kiss?”
Sean was so flushed his freckles had vanished. “Sorry, it’s—”
“Too much?”
“Yes. Obviously.”
“Then I’ll—” Will took a step back.
Sean immediately grasped Will’s jacket and pulled him close. “Please don’t stop.”
With this man in his arms, flushed and eager, Will’s sanity was just not strong enough. He sank a hand into Sean’s silky blond hair and kissed him again, though gentler. More like the way a man should be kissed for the first time. Like it was okay to be scared. Like it was okay to be more excited than you’d ever been before.
After a moment, Sean did start to reciprocate. The kiss stayed soft, but it was devastating all the same. Sean was curious, tasting, sucking on Will’s lower lip, and Will had the terrifying realization that Sean knew exactly how much Will liked that.
Sean just felt so damned good pressed against him, the aggravating man. Their bodies jerked roughly against each other, out of step, but even so, it was heavenly. The only thing Will could do was get some measure of revenge by loudly thinking I told you you liked men.
Sean pulled back just enough to glare, and then kissed Will again, and by now, all Will’s own resistance was gone. He kissed Sean deeper, pressing him hard against the wall, and Sean moaned into his mouth. Will clutched harder at Sean’s ass, and they fell into a smoother rhythm of grinding their hips together.
Sean was hot and hard and Will was no better, and the urgency of it started to build. It was unfairly arousing, kissing this man, neither of them with a single piece of clothing removed. But as soon as Will realized he was probably about to come in his trousers, Sean pulled away.
He couldn’t get very far away, of course, because Will had him up against the wall. But Sean broke the kiss, and stood there with his mouth open, out of breath, so flustered, and gorgeous.
As soon as Will had that thought, Sean gave a tiny, breathy laugh, surprised again.
“You are gorgeous,” Will said. “I wanted you like this. Still do.”
“But this is bad,” Sean said, seeming bewildered, maybe by himself. “Obviously. Illegal and dangerous. I told you, I only see bad things.”
“Is this what you saw?”
“Not exactly.”
“So we’re going to do this again then, is what you’re saying. And it’s good, isn’t it? It’s fucking amazing.”
Sean pushed gently against Will’s chest, and Will stepped away, awkwardly, given how hard he was. Sean just leaned against the wall, looking well-fucked though he hadn’t quite been. At least now that Will wasn’t touching him, Will could think about ravishing him without having every thought overheard.
The room had four bunks mounted on the walls, two on each side of the room, with curtains that could be drawn over them. Will could not help but think of himself and Sean on one of those little bunks.
“I’m going to go,” Sean said.
“What about the ship?”
“It’s going to sink.”
“Well, I don’t want to be on it when it does.”
“Then stand around by the life boats.”
“You can’t convince me you don’t care, you know.”
Sean gave an irritated sigh. “Then what do you suggest?”
“Sleep on it. Meet me tomorrow, we’ll discuss.”
“No.”
“Well then, I’ll see you at breakfast.”
“You don’t eat.”
“But Mrs. What’s-her-name will get all worried about me if I’m still seasick in my cabin.”
Sean seemed to realize his clothes were mussed, and set about fixing his jacket. “This isn’t going to work, you and me. This isn’t—I don’t want this kind of life.”
“It’s just a meaningless ship-board fuck.”
Sean stopped with his hands on his waistcoat, and gave Will a long look that was, damn it, unreadable. It made Will wonder what exactly Sean had sensed from him when Will had unwisely allowed him access.
“Fine,” Will said. “You’re a bit more than I bargained for, to be perfectly honest.”
Sean looked offended for a second, and then unbearably sad. “Have your dried blood in your cabin for breakfast. And remember, starboard life boats.”
And then the infuriating, beautiful man was gone.
