Surfing the Dawn [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Kiernan Kelly
eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Over the course of his very long existence, vampire Raven has shed blood and taken it. Life has gotten dull, until the only excitement he can find is in racing the deadly sunrise, fearing it, and hoping at the same time that he might someday lose the race. He was a Roman once, proud and strong, and shared the love of Valerian, a fellow gladiator. He thought their love would last a lifetime, until the night they were brought low, not by the bite of iron in the arena, but by the bite of a woman. That night changed everything, and Raven spent the next fifteen hundred years trying to forget. When an antique ring arrives for him, he's plunged back into the very memories he's been trying to outrun. From ancient Rome and the gladiator games, to the crashing waves of modern day Malibu, Raven's past is about to take a bite out of his heart.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Single Shot, Published: www.torquerepress.com, 2012
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2012
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Raven paddled out into the icy water, keeping one eye on the east. His heart pounded with excitement as it always did during his last ride of the night. He passed the breakers into the gentle, calming bob of deep water, and stretched out on his board. It was a custom-painted job, pitch black with silver bats scattered across a gibbous moon, a private joke only a select group understood.
A large swell was building behind him; he lay perfectly still, belly down on his board, waiting. His ears filled with the sea's music, a deeply resonating, pulsing sound, the heartbeat of the deep. Every second passed like a lifetime, the glow at the horizon growing ever so slightly brighter as he waited for the swell to reach him. Another few minutes and sunrise would be upon him. A perfectly calm exterior belied the adrenaline surging through his veins as he fought the instinctive urge to flee. He felt the ocean lift his board, and he rose gracefully to his feet.
Pastel pinks and lavenders began to streak the eastern sky as the water carried his board forward. The wave proved to be nearly perfect; he rode the foaming curl easily, with faultless balance born of long practice, then shifted his weight and soared through the tube. The curving wall of dark water briefly blocked the brightening sky from his view, sheltering him from the birth of the day. He darted out again and rode the crest of the wave all the way to the shore.
The instant he hit the sand, he scooped up his board and, without breaking stride, ran lightly but swiftly across the beach toward a weather-grayed, two-story house at the far edge. The sunrise chased him like a hound after a fox; he could feel its golden glow snapping at his heels and the burning kiss of its rays on the back of his neck and calves. He slipped inside the house and closed the door just as the full force of the sun would have reached him. The door was solid oak, and he'd outfitted all of the house's windows with heavy shutters to block out even the thinnest light, providing a cool, dark interior. He fancied he could hear the sun's angry bellow in the wind buffeting the door, furious at his narrow escape, and it brought a victor's smile to his face. He touched his fist to his heart in a silent salute to his most worthy opponent.
"You are twelve kinds of fucked up, Raven," Sundown said, without glancing up from the table where he and Lucien were playing cards. A small fortune sat in a messy pile between them. "I never knew a dead guy with a death wish before."
"You still don't, because I'm not dead, nor do I wish to be," Raven replied, propping his board against the wall near the door. He walked around the table, unzipping his wetsuit and peeling it off his shoulders as he peeked at Sundown's cards. "Are you kidding me? You're staying in with a pair of nothing, and you say I take unnecessary gambles?"
Sundown cursed Raven, Raven's mother, and all of Raven's female relations in Cajun French, angrily tossing his cards down on the table, as Lucien laughed and showed the three kings in his hand. "You're the only vampire I know who surfs at fucking dawn but claims he doesn't have a death wish. There's something seriously wrong with you, chere. Tell me the truth -- your mother dropped you on your head as an infant, didn't she?"
"If she did, it might explain why I put up with you two," Raven quipped. "I'm not trying to get myself killed; I just happen to possess a highly developed sense of adventure."
"Adventure, my ass! You're going to dust yourself one day, Raven," Sundown retorted, frowning as Lucien swept his winnings to his side of the table. "The Fates don't like to be played with, and if you keep taunting them like this, someday they're going to turn around and take a big, juicy bite out of your ass."
Raven shrugged a powerful shoulder, his wide chest bared, the top of his wetsuit draped low around his narrow hips. "Let them try." He grinned, showing a glimpse of sharp incisors. "They'll find I bite back."