[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, public exhibition, HEA]
Recently deceased and reborn as a vampire, Adam Galindo is trying to accept his new way of life while keeping the streets of Zaragoza, Spain, safe from a bunch of bloodsucking Romanian illegal immigrants known as the Romani. Thankfully, Emerico Espiritu, an eight-hundred-year-old vampire, who happens to be his lover, is all too willing to help. After discovering that his long-deceased lover, Aznar Galindez, was reincarnated as Adam Galindo, Emerico began to mend his broken heart with a little help from Adam. Unfortunately, Adam was impaled and near death but thankfully drank from Emerico’s veins, choosing to be reborn as a vampire. That was the easy part. Now Emerico has to show Adam the ropes on what being a vampire really means. Between learning to kill for sustenance and outrunning ravenous Romanians hell-bent on destruction, Adam and Emerico just want to have a little fun along the way. Is that too much to ask?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 STARS: "Although the first book will always hold a place in my heart I was instantly pulled back into the world of the Fraternidad. The book opens with instant hot sex pushing Adam and Emerico's relationship even closer together. But their blissful world is instantly disrupted as Constantin is trying to take over the city and interfere with the Fraternidad's ideas of peace. Adam is still fumbling through learning to be a new vampire when the action begins. Still not fully transformed he finds himself learning the sacrifice that comes with being a vampire…blood. Alex Carreras' writing is detailed and fast-paced but I would have loved to see more of the emotional pull and connection Emerico and Adam had in book one. This story is definitely filled with action and suspense. I was grateful to find out that Adam is happy being a vampire and doesn't blame Emerico for the decision. I also loved Jose Galindo, Adam's cousin, and his struggle with being the only human amongst vampires. I'm very excited to see that Jose gets his own book! If you enjoyed the first book or you love to read hot vampires fighting for their city than sink your teeth into Adam Resurrected!" -- Tabatha Heart, M/M Paranormal Romance
The night was uncommonly warm for early fall and the street eerily quiet, even for a weekday, Adam noticed as he locked the door to his apartment he shared with Emerico. The only thing he could hear was the distant rush of the river Ebro, one of the largest in Spain that ran along the city’s edge.
A warm gust of air raced across his face as he opened the last button on his long-sleeved Henley T-shirt, the wrong choice for a brisk walk to Jose’s, Adam’s cousin and the most recent mortal member of the Fraternidad.
He shoved up his sleeves and tucked his hands into the front pockets of his Levi’s and watched and listened for any danger lurking in the side streets or dark recesses of the ancient street.
Romans, Arabs, and Jews alike lived and worked in this section of the city. But one group that had consistently remained was vampires. They had lived and hunted along the river when the first humans settled, and they stayed and thrived, creating a place for their kind alongside humans. They fed from human veins, careful not to be too greedy, allowing the humans to multiply and grow the once-fledgling settlement into a powerful and populated city. Only once was the somewhat harmonious existence of Zaragoza, depending who you asked, threatened by vampires. And that threat was now upon them once again, and Adam was here to help.
Adam had asked himself time and time again, why him? Why was he the chosen one to head up, alongside Emerico, the war against the Romani? No one knew, or at least they weren’t talking. Emerico gave his theories, but nothing more. And the senior members of the Fraternidad just shrugged their shoulders but kept a very tight lip. Sure they had theories all of their own, too, but nothing more, and Adam wanted answers. Fast. He had already sacrificed his life. What else do they want?
“Don’t answer that,” Adam muttered to himself as he spotted a black cat that was missing a tail and half of its ear as if it was chewed off by another cat claiming his territory. The damn cats can’t even get along. What chance in hell do the Romani, the Fraternidad, and humans have? Not to mention that the poor, unsuspecting humans, most of them at least, had no idea there was a potential war brewing in their backyards.
A war between ancient vampire clans.
Adam shook his head and whispered at the cat. “You got it easy except for that missing tail. All you have to do is eat, sleep, and do your best to stay warm and dry. I have to save Zaragoza from turning into a twenty-four-hour buffet for Romanian vampires.”
From behind, a gravelly voice interrupted his thoughts. “Talking to yourself. You must be going mad.”
Adam spun, almost losing his balance, and his heart jumped out of his ribs. He didn’t recognize the voice, but he did recognize the face.
“I–I–I thought you were dead?” Adam sputtered. “Leandro ripped your throat out. I saw it with my own eyes.”
“I didn’t die. You did,” Nicu answered, his lips curled into an unfriendly smirk. “Unfortunately that wimp, Emerico, couldn’t live without your ninny ass, so he decided to make you his little butt boy. So how do you like being one of us now?” Nicu stepped closer, his movement fluid and quick.
“I might be turning into a vampire, but I am nothing like you, and I never will be. You are the scum of the earth. Dead or alive.”
A voice that sounded more like a grunt came from a shaded doorway. “Watch it, fledging, or I will tear you limb from limb.”
Standing his ground, Adam scanned to the left just in time to see the cat morph into a six-foot-two, muscular black man missing an ear. He was covered in tattoos of human faces with their mouths stretched open, screaming, their finely drawn and detailed eyes showing panic and pain beyond belief. A shudder ripped through Adam as he wondered if his tattoos were his trophies.
From inside, he heard Adam rustle in their bed, his soft sighs and murmurs making him grow hard.
After being single and nursing a broken heart for over two centuries, Emerico was sent Adam, the reincarnated Aznar Galindez, the Count of Aragon, vampire hunter and love of his life. Recently made to turn into a vampire, Adam was his, heart and soul, forever. And unlike Aznar, Adam decided to drink Emerico’s blood, starting the process of becoming reborn as a dweller of the night for all of eternity, choosing to leave his human self behind.
Stepping inside and fully opening the balcony doors to let in the cool night air, Emerico slid into bed and into the warm arms of his lover. He brushed a kiss onto his forehead as he reached down and filled his fist with Adam’s semierect cock. Adam grew under his touch, opening his hazel eyes. “Good morning…I mean good evening?” Adam mumbled, correcting.
Emerico kissed and tasted his lips. They were warm and still part human. “How about hello, you hunk of a vampire? That greeting would work for me.” Emerico chuckled through a kiss, still stroking Adam’s silken shaft.
“And this greeting works for me.” Adam darted his eyes southward, and a sexy smirk played across his lips, referring to Emerico’s skillful and loving manipulations.
“It does look like it’s working for you.”
They kissed, and Adam enveloped Emerico into his strong arms, moaning into the darkness. “That feels so good. I never want you to stop. Ever.”
Emerico tightened his grip, feeling the pulsing veins engorged with blood under his fingers, Adam’s cock expanding past his previously mortal capacity into a vampire’s capacity, vampires well known for being more generously endowed than their human counterparts. “Have you noticed how you’ve grown and how hard you get since my blood has mixed with yours?” Emerico asked. “Soon you will be complete. Your human cells transitioned into vampire cells. Into mine.”
“When will that be exactly?” Adam asked.
“There is no exactly. You will just know.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it, I guess,” Adam answered, rolling over and kicking away the sheets tangled between his legs. “But now, I want you to take me. Like you did when I was human and like I am now.” He arched his back, serving up his muscular mounds covered in a fine, downy fur trailing along the cleavage. “Will you do that for me?”
As if I would refuse.
Upon request, Emerico reached for Adam’s ass cheeks and pulled them apart, driving his tongue deep into his tight and pulsing bud. The fleshy, pink bud quirked at his lingual touch as Adam’s delectable taste hit Emerico’s tongue. “Mmm,” Emerico moaned, savoring the moment.
Adam arched his back even more, pushing his mounds into Emerico’s face. He lapped, burying his face as far into Adam’s cleavage as much as he could. This time, Adam moaned.
“Fuck me, babe. I need to feel you deep inside me, filling me to capacity with your big cock.” Adam’s request came out in little sobs.
In a split second, and unable to hold his passion at bay any longer, Emerico tore out of his silk pajama bottoms and suspended himself over Adam, watching his lover’s muscular back and ass cheeks ripple in the moonlight. Finding his target, he guided his hard-as-concrete cock into Adam’s hole, pausing for only a split second so Adam could adapt to his meaty head, but then, greedily, he pushed his full length and girth in with one swift thrust, expelling all the oxygen from Adam’s lungs. Slowly pumping, Emerico dropped his head and nuzzled into Adam’s ear. “Is this what you wanted? What you live for? Would die for?”
Adam whimpered into his pillow. “Yes.”
Emerico quickened his pace, extracting his cock fully just to slide into Adam’s silken tunnel once again, until his own balls smacked into Adam’s ass with a slap.
Over and over, his thrusts became more forceful as Adam begged for Emerico to continue his sweet, sweet ride. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Adam’s mantra continued like he was praying for salvation.
Emerico did what he was told.