The Vampire Haven

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Book 3: California is For Lovers

Lloyd and Henry. In 1960 California, a dignified, old-money vampire and a flashy, new-money vampire get along fantastically in the bedroom, and absolutely nowhere else.

Lloyd Stockwell became a vampire because he was dying, and cut ties with his family to keep the secret. Years later he meets Henry, a carefree human who chooses vampirism like it’s no big deal. They’re incredible in bed, and constantly butt heads out of it. 30 years later, Henry returns to the Haven, hoping psychic vampire Sean can help find a missing woman. To their shock, she turns out to be a relative of Lloyd: a family, after all these years. But when Lloyd agrees to help search, he’s forced to confront how much he missed Henry, arguments and all.

Henry Harlow cannot stand Lloyd’s constant grousing, and he knows the stodgy, old-fashioned vampire won’t fit in with Henry’s mod surfer life in California. But when they fall back into bed together, it’s just as amazing as the first time. Henry finally starts to realize how much of Lloyd’s disapproving attitude comes from past trauma, and foolishly finds himself wishing he of all people could be the comforting friend Lloyd so desperately needs.

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Excerpt from Chapter 1

1927

Henry Harlow was far too pretty, and he clearly knew it. But Lloyd was hungry, and Henry was offering his blood, and that was how they ended up in one of the Haven’s back rooms, with Henry’s hand down Lloyd’s trousers.

Lloyd groaned at the first brush of Henry’s fingers on his rapidly swelling cock, but he seized Henry’s wrist to still it. “Do you intend to rush everything?”

Henry, blond, beautiful, young, gave him a sharp look. “Somewhere to be, old man?”

Lloyd was older, probably by about 50 years, though it barely looked like five. “Yes. Here, having my dinner. And I thought I was paying for a leisurely evening of intimacy.”

Henry withdrew his hand. “I don’t need your money.”

That was probably true. Lloyd had known the man all of about ten minutes, but Henry’s clothes were expensive, and he wore them with an attitude of nonchalance, as if wanting everyone to know they weren’t his best. It irritated Lloyd, who had been taught to care for all his luxurious things.

But damn it, the man was just so pretty.

“Humans at the Haven are paid,” Lloyd said, unable not to run a hand through Henry’s hair. It was so light as to be almost white, with a slight wave to it, and silky to the touch. “I helped write the rules.”

Henry did not seem the least bit impressed. He pushed his head into Lloyd’s hand, though, obviously enjoying the touch. “Well then, what about a hard fuck that lasts quite a while?” he countered, and damn it, now his hand was stroking over Lloyd’s cock again, outside his trousers. “We can fuck, you can bite me, we can fuck again. You want to pay me, that’s fine, but I came back here with you because you’re very handsome, and I want my—metaphorical—money’s worth.”

The only thing Lloyd could think of to say to that was, “Watch your language.”

Henry threw his pretty head back and laughed. “What century are you from?”

“The last one.” Lloyd caught Henry around the waist and tugged him close, silencing his mouth with his own. Henry groaned and kissed back, pressing his body into Lloyd’s. He was also hard beneath his trousers, Lloyd realized, with satisfaction.

But now Henry’s hands were already on Lloyd’s waistcoat, unfastening the buttons. Their jackets and hats had been discarded on the table in the corner when they’d come in. The Haven kept a few rooms behind the bar, and this one had a double bed with a cheery blue bedspread and piles of pillows. All regularly laundered, Lloyd saw to that.

And damn it, now Henry had Lloyd’s shirt open. But his warm hands felt incredible against Lloyd’s bare skin.

“Oh, you are gorgeous,” Henry said, approvingly.

Lloyd was not used to being called such things. He’d been in fair shape before he’d gotten sick and Elias had turned him into a vampire—or whatever they were. They had no other word for it, and no one to ask. At that time, in the 1850’s, they’d been the only three vampires they knew of in the world.

But Lloyd had been very sick before he was turned—he’d been dying. His chest had lost some muscle mass, and anyway, he’d never been terribly focused on his physical appearance. Usually, he assumed his obvious wealth had been the draw for his lovers. It was…odd, that Henry suggested otherwise. Lloyd wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

Meanwhile Henry had Lloyd’s trousers unfastened and his shirttails pulled out of the way. Then Henry was on his knees in his expensive black slacks, looking up at Lloyd with hunger in his beautiful green eyes. “I desperately need you to come in my mouth,” he said.

Lloyd’s cock, fully erect, gave a jump, and Henry grinned to see it.

Lloyd wanted to order Henry off the floor, wanted to ask him again to slow the hell down, but the man seemed to have lit a fire in him. Lloyd could only groan and tip his head back in pleasure as Henry put his mouth over his throbbing cock.

God, Henry was good at this. Clearly experienced, and doing something he liked. His mouth was gentle, his lips soft against the shaft while his tongue tenderly swirled around the head, licking up the precome Lloyd was leaking. Henry moved forward to take Lloyd deeper into his mouth, humming while he did it, and the vibration sent shivers through Lloyd’s body. 

Henry bobbed his head a few times, working on the whole shaft, and then pulled back to suck at the swollen tip. 

“God,” Lloyd murmured. His eyes fluttered, so he only half-saw Henry’s smug look.

Henry braced his hands on Lloyd’s still-clothed thighs, and went back to bobbing his head, taking Lloyd down into his throat. The rhythm he set was slightly too fast, but Lloyd was lost to it anyway. He could feel himself pulsing in Henry’s mouth, knew Henry must feel it too.

Lloyd’s hand landed in Henry’s soft hair once more, but he didn’t try to guide him, just feeling him working. Henry hummed again, and Lloyd’s hips jerked as the vibration raced through him, right to his fingertips, bringing him to the edge. His hand tightened in Henry’s hair, meant as warning.

Henry seemed to understand. He took Lloyd down all the way on the next thrust, his nose against Lloyd’s groin, and sucked.

Lloyd nearly shouted with his orgasm, barely ten minutes after they’d entered the room. His hips bucked against Henry’s face as his come spurted into the man’s mouth and probably right down his throat. It was all he could do not to hold Henry’s head flush against his stomach.

Henry stayed of his own volition, until Lloyd had been sucked dry, and then he pulled off with a smug smirk. Lloyd’s cock hung out, wet and half hard, as Henry wiped his mouth. “Thanks,” Henry said, his voice slightly hoarse. “It’s nice to see you all undone.”