Buzz & Blow

By Alex Carreras

In Sangre, Florida, vampires and humans live in a peaceful co-existence until a string of murders starts to threaten their tranquil way of life.

All Asher Riots wants to do is work at Everlasting, the salon where he styles hair nightly, with his friends Jerrod and Tory.

But when Niko Torres, the new barber at Killer Kuts across the street, begins to show an interest in Asher, his predictable life starts to become unpredictable . . . and dangerous.

While attempting to clear Niko’s cousin, Mario of involvement in the murders, the barbers and hairstylists band together to do what it takes to save Sangre and possibly themselves.

It’s hard trying to stay alive when you’re immortal.

PUBLISHER NOTE: A M/M Vampire Romance

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jan 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370255665

Alex Carreras

A writer of M/M erotic romance, Alex Carreras believes there is nothing sexier than a hot, naked man with a cocky attitude and a sultry smile. Always on the hunt for inspiration, you will find Alex wherever there are attractive men hopefully in a state of undress. And since he lives in South Florida where the average yearly temperature is a balmy 82 Fahrenheit, there is certainly no shortage of inspiration.

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BUZZ & BLOW

The Sangre Brotherhood – Book One

ALEX CARRERAS

In Sangre, Florida, vampires and humans live in a peaceful co-existence until a string of murders starts to threaten their tranquil way of life.

All Asher Riots wants to do is work at Everlasting, the salon where he styles hair nightly, with his friends Jerrod and Tory.

But when Niko Torres, the new barber at Killer Kuts across the street, begins to show an interest in Asher, his predictable life starts to become unpredictable . . . and dangerous.

While attempting to clear Niko’s cousin, Mario of involvement in the murders, the barbers and hairstylists band together to do what it takes to save Sangre and possibly themselves.

It’s hard trying to stay alive when you’re immortal.

PUBLISHER NOTE: A M/M Vampire Romance

BUZZ & BLOW

The Sangre Brotherhood – Book One

ALEX CARRERAS

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The Sangre Brotherhood – Book One

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DEDICATION

Thanks, Luminosity staff for all your hard work. I greatly appreciate everything you do.

CHAPTER ONE

Asher Riots unlocked the door to Everlasting, the salon he had worked at since arriving in the Sunshine State.

Normally the blazing sun wasn’t a vampire’s best friend, but after spending a hundred plus years in the northern United States, it was time for balmy breezes to warm his chilled skin, and soft, sandy beaches to tread on when the moon was full and high in the night sky, no matter what the season.

Stepping through the threshold, he inhaled the distinctive scents of the salon that made his senses tingle with excitement. The familiar smells of the hairsprays, gels, and lotions made him thankful that he had chosen this profession before he became what he was today — a member of the undead. His parents had coiffed the elite of Paris society, and their talents and attention to detail had been passed on to their son who possessed the same talents it took to excel in the beauty industry.

But times and styles had changed, leaving Asher longing for the days of platinum powdered wigs worn by courtesans, instead of bold, garish colors embraced by America’s youth. Releasing a sigh, he flipped on the neon Open sign that hung in the window. Looking out onto the street, he noticed that the barbershop across the way was still closed. Although attractive, the barbers were bad news, and they attracted similar clientele that made Asher’s skin crawl, but excited his lust for rough trade. He never admitted this to his boss, Jerrod, but Tory, his coworker, suspected as much, judging by the smirk on his glossed lips whenever he caught Asher gazing at the comings and goings of the barbershop during the slow periods at the salon. Tory liked to play dumb, but he was anything but. Asher suspected that Tory preferred it that way because less would be expected of him. He was only fooling himself. Jerrod would never have hired the twink with a penchant for all things shiny if he believed that was true. Jerrod only took on vampires who showed potential. And if that potential wasn’t realized, they’d be asked to leave. Many had passed through the doors of Everlasting, but only Asher had withstood the test of time.

They’re in there. Jerrod strutted through the door on a gust of wind, his deep baritone reverberating in Asher’s chest. Can’t you smell them?

I can smell something, all right, Asher mumbled under his breath before turning to see the man who had saved him from his own self-loathing when he arrived in Sangre, Florida, years ago. And it smells like someone is wearing too much cologne. Asher eyed his friend’s black-from-head-to-toe outfit. It was very hairdresser. And very vampire.

Funny, Jerrod grumbled, shooting a look at Asher. I can sense something’s up, but I can’t figure out what, exactly. Have you heard any tongues wagging in the street?

Nope, Asher returned. "But I don’t usually listen to gossip. Ask Tory. He’d know if there is anything to know."

Jerrod chuckled. He’s late, he said without looking at the clock on the wall. What are we going to do about that guy?

Just then, the man in question swished through the door, his strut better than any super model’s. Are you two talking about me again? Tory made it to the middle of the salon and twirled. What do you think? It was a gift from an admirer.

They turned and looked at the twink. What are we looking at? Asher asked. The platform shoes, the spray-on jeans, the man purse? At least, I believe that’s a man purse? We may have powers others don’t possess, but there is so much going on with that outfit my telepathy is blocked by all that bedazzled bling.

Tory cocked a hip and pursed his lips. You’re just jealous that your chunky thighs can’t wear such fashionable clothing. He extended his arm and shook it, a gold chain link bracelet catching the light. And you call yourselves vampires. We’re supposed to be observant.

Asher stepped forward, angling for a better look. Fancy. Must’ve set the guy back a bit. Do we know who this admirer is?

He better not be a client, Jerrod warned, his arms crossed over his permanently pumped chest. I don’t have many rules, but no dating the clients is one of them.

Tory rolled his eyes. He’s not. He owns a jewelry store out on Boca Ciega Key. You know, the one with all those sparkly diamonds and emeralds in the window. Tory sighed. Makes a boy’s heart skip a few beats.

Maybe yours, Asher said

But not ours, Jerrod finished.

Well, we know what makes your heart go pitter-patter. Men, men, and more men.

Us? Asher made a derisive noise with the back of his throat. And how about you? You’re the one who collects admirers like Jerrod collects black leather jackets.

Don’t bring me into this, Jerrod warned. It’s between the two of you. I got better things to do with my time, like prepare for Countess Anoushka who will be here at midnight sharp for her blood-red signature hair color.

You can prepare all you want for that witch, Tory said before spinning on his heel and heading for his station, and she’ll still complain about something.

She’s an old friend, Jerrod reminded him, and she’s been a great ally across the centuries, so remember to treat her with the respect she deserves.

Tory busied himself at his stylist station, rearranging bottles and brushes along the specially made mirrors even a vampire could admire. I wouldn’t dare do anything else for the fear that she would turn me into a frog or roach or something equally as repulsive. He stuck out his tongue. I’d never have any fun living for the rest of eternity as a bug. How disgusting.

I don’t know, Asher mused. I’m sure you could pass the time hanging out on a leaf somewhere gorgeous. The Amalfi coast in Italy, maybe?

Tory