Blood Slave by Kim DareMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
Kim Dare's novellas are always great fun! You can read one over a lunch break if you're a fast reader or as a bedtime story if you're like me and it takes you a little longer to savor a book. Blood Slave is one of those great reads that moves fast toward a decadent climax.
Summary: From a kinky brat to a vampire's perfect blood slave. Keats's education starts tonight!
Keats may have reluctantly agreed to admit that vampires are fantasy and not reality. And he may have promised his friend that he would stop searching for them. But people who merely think they are vampires are still fair game for a fun night out.
Leland has been resisting the temptation to bite his friend for months, but when he sees Keats wander calmly into the middle of a Halloween feeding frenzy, he no longer has a choice. He has to claim Keats as a private blood slave before he ends up becoming the community property of his clan.
Everything rests on his ability to convince his clan he can bring the bratty submissive to heel. It's going to be very long night...
The story seems to pick up in the middle of a plot that may be part of another book I have not read or is just explained in the summary for the reader to understand but you're not left "in the dark" about anything. The story unfolds quickly and with the perfect balance of kink, seduction and fantasy, Kim Dare takes you into a world of vampiric mastery that you want to revisit.
Excerpt: “I don’t mind, really,” he rushed to reassure his friend. “We’ll go back to your place. You can tell me all about it. And who knows—the guys getting bitten seemed to like it. It wasn’t exactly the sort of sucking I had planned for our first date, but—”
Leland closed his eyes.
“Hey!” Keats put his hand on Leland’s cheek to soothe the pain before his lids could hide it.
“That’s not the way things are between humans and vampires,” Leland said, twisting away from his touch. When he opened his eyes, the pain was gone, replaced by anger.
Keats reached for him again, but Leland caught his wrist and held his hand away from him. His other hand went to the collar he’d put around Keats’ neck. “This is the way things are now. You’d best get used to it.”
“So you’re kinky? I can live with kinky,” Keats said, his smile growing into a grin. “I like kinky.”
Kinky was great. It was the kind of secret that Keats understood, the kind of secret he knew how to deal with. Leland was gay, and he was kinky. Keats nodded to himself. He’d found out two of his suspicions about his friend were true. The vampire thing hadn’t even been a blip on his radar, but…
Leland ran his fingertips over the leather wrapped around his throat, his expression serious enough to scatter Keats’ thoughts.
The collar was far too wide to be comfortable—it almost completely covered his whole damn neck, and his friend had fixed it too tightly for his personal preference. Keats decided it would be diplomatic to wait a while before he mentioned that.
“It’s not kink,” Leland said. “It’s—”
“Your presence is requested before the council.”
Keats tried to look over Leland’s shoulder to see who was talking to them. “The council?”
Tall men with broad shoulders were usually filed firmly under the label ‘hot’ in Keats’ mind, but he was willing to admit they could be bloody annoying at times. Leland turned around and stood directly in front of him, blocking his view.
“Tell them I’m on my way.”
“Your immediate presence.”
Keats stood on tip toe, but he still couldn’t see a damn thing. He tugged at the back of Leland’s shirt, but his friend didn’t take the hint and shift out of his way. Some silent sort of message seemed to pass between Leland and the other man. Keats huffed his frustration at not being able to work out what it was from his current position.
Eventually the other guy seemed to go away. Leland turned back to him. He caught hold of his arm and started walking very quickly back in the direction they came from.
“Are we going?” Keats asked, as he scurried along next to his longer limbed friend. “I left my clothes in the locker room.”
Leland kept a tight grip on his arm as he marched him past the door into the changing room and straight across to a wall filled with cages.
Keats looked from the rows of sub-sized enclosures, to Leland and back again. “Leland? I really don’t think…” he cleared his throat. “What exactly are you doing?”
“I’m putting you safely out of the way while I go and deal with this,” Leland said, opening one of the compartments on the second level up.
Keats shook his head. “If you think I’m sitting around in a damn cage while all the interesting stuff happens…” he trailed off as he realised his friend was so busy fidgeting with the locks, he wasn’t listening to a word. “I said—”
Leland finally turned his attention to him. He picked up Keats as if he weighed nothing and deposited him neatly in the tiny cell. Before Keats could react, the door was closed in his face.
“Hey! This isn’t funny. Let me out.”
Leland ignored him as he did up a bolt and slid a heavy padlock into place. Keats pushed at the metal work that sealed him into the little box.
“Leland, really—let me out.”
“You’re better off in there for the moment.”
“Did I ever mention that I’m really claustrophobic?”
Leland raised an eyebrow. “It’s amazing the facts it suddenly occurs to you to mention when you think it might help you get your own way.” He clicked the lock closed.
Keats pushed irritably at the grill again. It rattled, but stayed where it was.
Leland checked the lock and turned away.
“Leland?” Keats called after him.
The vampire turned back to him. “I’ll come back and get you when everything’s sorted out.”
“When what’s sorted out?”
Leland didn’t turn back again.
Keats sighed and leant against one of the three solid sides of the box. Bloody typical. He found a clan of honest to God vampires, and he couldn’t find out anything about them because his current friend and potential boyfriend was one of them and would probably be really pissed off with him if he went snooping around.
And now, when something even more interesting seemed about to happen, he was stuck in a boring little cubby-hole with nothing more than a collar and a flourishing erection for company.
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