Today I am so pleased to welcome Liv Rancourt to Joyfully Jay. Liv has come to share an exclusive cover reveal for her upcoming release, Redeemed. She has also brought along an exclusive excerpt and great giveaway. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!
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As usual, my lovers left me at sunrise and now silence holds my windowless room in thrall. If either of them are in the house, I would know. Music would play, or the ping and rattle of a computer game would prickle my consciousness like nettles.
I could stay here in the darkness. David and Connor are gone, either to find us another place to hide out or to otherwise rescue me from the mess I’ve made.
Am I jealous that the two of them have found common ground? I barely pose the question before my conscious mind shouts it down. It’s only natural that the three of us would have different interests, that there might be things I share with Connor that are different than those I share with David. We’re new at this. We need time to get to know each other better.
Time and safety.
I’m about to crawl out of bed when someone knocks on the door. My entire body flinches, more startled than I should be. I try to sit up, to sling my legs over the side of the bed, but I can’t move. I lie frozen and the door opens.
Jacques Betancourt walks in, visible even in the darkness.
He flips the switch for the light and takes a seat in the room’s lone chair. He looks healthy, vibrant even, and for a moment I just stare. Vampires don’t change from day to day, but this is the Jacques I knew a hundred years ago. The last few times I’d seen him, he’d been frailer, gaunt even.
The figure before me sits preening under my appraisal. I want to ask what he wants, but my mouth is as paralyzed as the rest of my body. He’s wearing velvet trousers and a silk shirt that’s open at his throat. He crosses one leg over the other, hands clasped around his knee. “You didn’t know I could do this, did you? You’re my child, and I can visit you whenever I want.”
There’s a smugness to his tone that makes me want to snap a response. I can’t.
He heaves an exaggerated sigh. “Your visit with Levy went well enough. He tells me you want to move back into your condo.”
Fear for the trouble I may have caused Levy joins the roil of anger and frustration in my belly. I can’t even blink.
“See, Levy understands me. I asked all my scions to notify me if my prodigal son contacted them, and he did.” Jacques leans forward, bracing himself with his palms on his knees. “But you, my prodigal one, have not done the one thing I’ve asked.”
His eyes turn hard, boring into mine. “Do you remember when we first met?” He speaks barely louder than a whisper. “Where were you going to sleep, the night I met you?”
It’s a good thing I can’t respond because who knows what I’ll say. We met one stifling August night in 1850, in some nameless town along the Mississippi where I’d been trying to win enough at cards to afford a room with an actual bed, instead of bunking in some dark stable.
“You were a strapping big boy, weren’t you? You caught my eye the moment I walked into the saloon. I’d never made another into such as us before I met you. You were my first, my oldest companion. My pride.”
He’s trying to sound wistful, but I’m not fooled. This is a demonstration of power, a reminder of how thoroughly he owns me.
“I saw something in you that night. Your determination.” He tilted his head. “Or was it desperation? You barely owned the clothes on your back, let along something clean to change into.”
A knee-jerk flood of shame drowns out all other emotions. Shame I learned at Jacques’ knee. My memories of those days contained as much determination as desperation. If I only had one change of clothes, at least I was alive to wear them.
“Why could you not do as I asked? I’m about to take a step that will leave me stronger than ever, but instead of having you join me, I’ll be forced to destroy you, too, along with that Danaan spawn.”
He shrugs, as if talking about my final death doesn’t trouble him. “I might keep the wolf, though. He could be useful.”
Though I can’t speak, he must see the rage in my eyes. Rage and helplessness. My muscles are locked in a fight to move.
Standing, Jacques brushes smooth his velvet trousers and fixes me with another sorrowful look. “Consider yourself warned, Trajan Gall. I intend to send you to your final death, along with your friend MacPherson.”
Connor has only one objective: stay alive.
David has a single desire: save them both.
When Connor crosses Trajan’s maker, the results are deadly. Trajan is instructed to kill his lover, and it’s impossible for a vampire to disobey the one who made him.
The lovers are on the run, relying on their unique skills to survive. Connor has the authority of the Elites and David possesses the power of an alpha wolf. And Trajan? He’s got his vampire heritage…if he can figure out how to use it.
He needs to work quickly, though, or his life – and Connor’s – will be forfeit.
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Liv Rancourt is a multi-published author of gay and m/m romance. Because love is love, even with fangs.
Liv is a huge fan of paranormal romance and urban fantasy and loves history just as much, so her stories often feature vampires or magic or they’re set in the past…or all of the above. She also co-authors two m/m paranormal romance series with Irene Preston. Their partnership works because Liv is good at blowing things up and Irene is good at explaining why.
When Liv isn’t writing she takes care of tiny premature babies in the NICU. Her husband is a soul of patience, her kids are her pride and joy, and her dogs – Trash Panda and The Boy Genius – are endlessly entertaining.
Liv can be found on-line at all hours of the day and night at her website, on Facebook, or on Twitter. For sneak peeks and previews and other assorted freebies, go HERE to sign up for her mailing list or join the Facebook page she shares with her writing partner Irene Preston, After Hours with Liv & Irene. See you soon!
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