Blood Lust by T. Lynne Tolles – Blitz + Giveaway @tlynnetolles

Blood Lust  (Blood Series #3) – Week Blitz

T. Lynne Tolles

New Adult Paranormal Romance

Date Published: June 18, 2014

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A surprise visit from Blake and Devon’s uncle, Dominic, demanding both vampires, come home immediately to find what is ailing his son Anton, puts everyone on edge. Can vampires get sick? Devon doesn’t appreciate Dominic’s demands, but agrees to fly back to Connecticut with Darby, since Blake has a job to finish up in California. Excited to meet more of Devon’s family, Darby is confused by Devon’s distance and coldness since Dominic’s visit.

In Connecticut, this only gets worse when a gorgeous Libby, Anton’s estranged wife, shows up unexpectedly and seems to have her sights set on Devon. To top it all off, there’s seems to be some pent up animosity, Anton and Devon have towards each other.

What is this strange power Libby has over the men in this family? And what’s wrong with poor Anton? Why does it seem that Anton and Devon hate each other? These are all questions Darby sets out to answer in this third volume of the Blood Series.


Dominic smiled at her gesture and

said, “I’m sorry, miss, this is a private family matter and I just couldn’t

possibly stay. You understand, don’t you?” He said this dismissively as if

speaking to a servant; polite, but not sincere.

Darby saw that Devon

was irritated by his uncle’s rude behavior and was about to say something, when

Blake jumped out of his chair and said, “Sure, Dominic. They understand.”

He glanced at the others at the

table and gave Devon

an imploring look, all the while helping his uncle with his coat. “We’ll speak

in the front yard, Dominic. Go back to your meal, enjoy! We’ll only be a

minute,” Blake said rather apologetically to Darby still standing, stunned, in

front of her seat.

Darby looked at the rest of the

people at the table and said, “I’ll get some champagne flutes, to enjoy our

lovely gift.” She excused herself as Devon

and Blake led Dominic to the front yard.

They were almost to the black

limousine, when Dominic turned to the boys. “I’m in need of your help, boys.

Anton is terribly sick and I would like you both to come to Connecticut

to help me determine what is ailing him.”

“I’m very sorry Anton is sick,

but that does not excuse your…” Devon


“What Devon

is trying to say, Dominic,” Blake interrupted, “is that we are not boys any

longer. We have lives here, jobs, commitments, significant others. We can’t

just up and leave.”

“Yes, I see you’ve hooked up with

a lively bunch of hooligans. Eating at a table with witches and werewolf swine.

How could you? So what, you with your Darby girl, and you with the werewolf

crossbreed creature? Both witches, I presume?”

“Yes. I am with Rowan, but you

don’t understand, Dominic,” Blake said.

Dominic’s eyes grew large. “How

despicable, boy! Didn’t I teach you anything? Didn’t you listen to a word I

told you? Your mother must be turning in her grave in shame. We are a family of

noble vampire blood. What a disgrace to your heritage. Vile. Disgusting!”

“That’s enough, Dominic. You are

wrong about werewolves, like many are wrong about vampires. You are mistaken…” Devon


“How dare you? I am a professor

of science. I most definitely am not mistaken. I saw, with my own two eyes, the

horrific act of a werewolf. They are animals, not people.”

“You’re wrong, Dominic, very

wrong. These are good and decent people. They’ve risked their lives for us on

numerous occasions…” Blake tried to explain.

“Don’t bother explaining, Blake.

He won’t change his mind. He has his view, and that is the only view he’ll ever

see,” Devon


“I see your manners have been

severely degraded by the company you keep. I demand you come to Connecticut

immediately. Maybe you’ll find your manners there and remember your place in


“I’m not leaving. Not for you and

most definitely not for Anton,” Devon


“Oh, grow up, boy. That was ages

ago. Let bygones be bygones already. I won’t take no for an answer. You will

both march in there, pack your things, and come home.”


is not our home. This is our home, Oljone,


Right here, with a bunch of great friends who are waiting for us to continue

our Thanksgiving feast,” Devon

said as he turned and headed back to the house.

“Wait, Devon,”

Blake said. Devon

stopped and slowly turned. “Dominic, won’t you please join us for dinner. Get

to know these people. They are family to us.”


said, “Don’t bother wasting your breath, Blake. Like I said, he’s already made

up his mind about them.”

“It’s Thanksgiving. You said

yourself, Devon,

Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful for family, friends and loved ones.

Dominic and Anton are our only blood relatives.”

“Fine. You’re right, Blake, I did

say that. Dominic, would you please join us for dinner?”

“Thank you for the offer but no.

I can’t. No, I won’t sit at a table with two werewolves. I am staying at the

Ritz-Carlton in San Francisco.

Here are your tickets. We are leaving at 10:50 AM tomorrow. I

expect to see you on the plane.” He handed each of them a first class ticket.

“Whoa, wait a minute. I can’t go,

Dominic. I have to work. I have a project due, deadlines, I just can’t up and

leave,” Blake insisted.

“Fine, you will join us when you

are done with your commitments.”

“I’m not going either, Dominic.

This is my home, here with Darby. There is no love lost between Anton and me.

I’m sure he doesn’t want to see me any more than I want to see him. I’m sorry

he’s sick, but for God’s sake, he’s a vampire, he’ll heal. I’m sure he will be


“No, Devon.

He won’t. He is rapidly declining. You must help me. I demand that you help


“You demand that I help you?

There’s nothing I can do for him. I’m not a doctor; you are. I’m a software

engineer. So is Blake. What could we possibly do for him?”

“You’re his family. You can be

his family. Maybe he will confide in you.”

“What makes you think if he

hasn’t confided in you, that he would do such a thing with me or Blake?”

“Because…you are his age. You

speak his language. You’re more understanding, like your mother.”

“Not where he’s concerned,” Devon

muttered under his breath.

“You must do this!” Dominic

yelled and turned red in the face, pounding a fist into his other hand, tears

welling in his ferociously angry eyes.

Blake said, “Hang on, now. You

both need to cool off a bit. Dominic, you’re going to blow a gasket. Relax. Devon,

if Darby went with you to Connecticut,

would you be willing to go and at least talk to Anton? See if maybe he would

confide in you? You never know. And if he’s really that sick, don’t you think

one of us should be there? We’re family, after all.”

“If Darby were politely invited

to come, and treated appropriately, yes, I may consider going to Connecticut.”

“Dominic, would you be willing to

accept Darby as a guest in your home, treating her as such, for Devon?”

He mulled this over, taking

longer than Devon

would have liked, but he reluctantly agreed.

“As long as her mutant sister

does not come. Yes, I would accept the witch as a guest in my home providing

she behaves in a proper manner.”

“What the he…” Devon

started. Blake saw he was about to blow his top and interrupted.

“See, I knew this could be worked

out. Now, would you at least join us for a glass of champagne and invite Darby

properly, Dominic?”

Dominic grumbled and nodded.

About the Author: T. Lynne Tolles

T. Lynne Tolles can be found most days, juggling one of two cat muses and a laptop, tripping over an ancient Newfoundland dog and washing a never-ending pile of laundry. When life doesn’t get in the way, she writes paranormal romances for new adults.

Her passion for witches, ghosts, and vampires together with a light-hearted wit are reflected in her loveable characters and the adventures of mystery they unravel to find their happily ever after.

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  1. Brooke BlogsThanks for hosting this spot on my Book Blitz Tour. I wanted to stop by and say Hello to you and your readers.
    Have a great day and Happy Reading.
    Teresa aka T. Lynne Tolles

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