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Raven [MultiFormat]
eBook by Dakota Rebel
eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: In a club owned by vampires that feed on lust, it may end up being more than your neck on the line. Raven is the hottest gay club in Detroit. It is owned by Patrick and Kennedy, two vampires who emit so much sexual energy the club could run itself for days on it. They had always enjoyed smoking, drinking, and grabbing as much action as they could from their patrons so they could brag to each other about their conquests. But lately, Patrick has had enough. And when a young, hot blond shows up vying for Kennedy's attention, it's time for Patrick to teach him a lesson, and take his rightful place at his partner's side.
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, Published: 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2010
9 Reader Ratings:
 
"With Raven, I never knew what to expect next and that was a delight for me. Ms. Rebel has penned a fantastic, sexually-charged story with Raven and readers who either listen to the story on audio book (as I did) or read it are in for a deliciously wicked treat!" -Joyfully Reviewed
"I fucked the most amazing guy tonight!"
Kennedy came strolling into Raven, our nightclub, about fifteen minutes to ten p.m. He reeked of sex and whiskey, the same as every Friday night for as long as I'd known him. Buying Raven hadn't done anything to change him. If anything, it had made his addictions worse, because now the boys and the booze were even easier to come by.
Not that he had ever had a problem getting men. At six foot two inches with short black hair, bright blue eyes and not an ounce of fat on his forever twenty-seven-year-old body, there wasn't a gay man on earth that wouldn't gravitate towards him.
Except me. I mean, sure, he's sexy as hell. But I'd never been interested in Kennedy's bullshit. He talked a big game, but I was never really sure if the truth was as good as his stories.
"So who was it this time?" I asked, barely looking up from the liquor inventory sheet at the bar.
"Samson, that adorable twink who's been following me around the club for the last few months. You know, the short blond kid?"
I nodded, half listening, half thinking about gagging. Yeah, I knew Samson. He had pretty much given up on Kennedy last I knew. He'd even offered to blow me two nights prior, as if I was runner up to the King of Raven. I'd politely declined.
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