Title: After Midnight: The Beginning (Living After Midnight Book 2)
Author: Trevann Rogers
Genre: LGBT Urban Fantasy
Book Blurb:
Her taboo relationships give her new life. Now there's a secret worth dying for.
Jewell spent her college years avoiding two threats: sunlight and her sadistic stepfather.
Ria hails from a family of old-world vamps who want her to fall in line. Fat chance, especially since being in that line includes not being gay.
Being in love is easy for Ria and Jewell—they belong together like vodka and tomato juice. Adding a sexy incubus to their union is the hot sauce in their Bloody Mary. The only problem? Jewell's stepfather.
He demands Jewell return home. He's supported her for her entire life, and tuition isn't cheap. She belongs to him. Her debt has come due.
If she refuses, he'll kill her. If she agrees, it could expose a secret that will result in worldwide carnage.
Jewell and Ria have until dawn to decide…
...and it's already After Midnight.
Warning: This book features spicy supernatural creatures, an attempted assault that makes the perp wish he'd just stayed home, and a secret that changes everything.
After Midnight: The Beginning is the 2nd book in the LGBTQ urban fantasy series Living After Midnight. It is a prequel and can be read out of order or as a Happy for Now standalone.
Excerpt:
A finger tapped her shoulder. "Hey there. Are you all alone?"
Jewell's head snapped towards the intrusion. Interesting. The same guy who’d been heading toward Ria when he approached them before.
He grinned. "I kinda hope so. Is that too forward?"
Up close, he looked and smelled even more wholesome and delectable than he had before. Her very own hemoglobin happy meal. How could she turn down special delivery?
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Forward? Yes, but I like a man who takes a risk. Take another one and dance with me." She pressed her body against his.
He walked backward into the throng of dancers. "Kyle...I mean, my name is Kyle. What's yours? I'm a grad student at Cal State Fullerton, visiting my family for the summer. I'm a psychologist. I mean, not yet. I'm getting a Ph.D. in psychology, and well, I do work too, but I'm not-”
"Don't you want to kiss me?" She blinked her eyes slowly, in invitation.
"Wow, yes, but-"
She kissed his cheek and slid her mouth to his, teasing his lips with light licks. His tongue thrust into her mouth in an exuberant response.
Slow down, Kyle. It's just a kiss. Jewell chanted the phrase in her mind, willing him to own it like it was his idea. She hated mind-fucking anyone, especially someone as naive as this guy, but she couldn't take the chance he'd overreact to a public nibble.
Just a kiss.
He inhaled deeply. After the tension eased out of his body, she pierced the pulsating artery that ran down the side of his neck.
Just a kiss.
Kyle's low moan vibrated against her lips. "Just a kiss," he repeated.
"Sweet thang, he can't handle you." Cheyenne slipped his arm around Jewell's waist and tugged her away from Kyle's arms. "But I can."
She daintily wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers, belying the anxiety she felt at being caught with her teeth in the cookie jar. "I was just, you know..."
She glanced back at Kyle as a young girl danced up to him. He was dazed, but he started to dance with her as she chatted away at him. He was going to be okay.
Cheyenne spun her around, moving with feline grace to the music's hard backbeat. There was no anger, no disappointment. There was only mischief in his eyes. "Yeah, I know. It's all good." He took her hand from her ear and kissed it.
Cheyenne embraced her. Her breasts pressed lightly against his chest. "He didn't deserve you anyway. Why settle for regular when you could have high octane?" He rubbed his cheek against hers. "Go ahead. Take a sip."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're right. I don't need to feed right now. And Ria is waiting.”
"It's fine. Look around. Everyone's dancing, doing their own thing. You weren't thinking about Ria a few minutes ago." He gently pushed her foot with his, moving her legs apart. "Besides, I'm hungry, too." Lifting the hem of her skirt, he slowly bunched it in his fist and moved his hand under the fabric to caress her bare legs. "Say yes." He slid his finger along the small strip of cotton between her thighs. They swayed as other couples danced around them, unaware.
The lust in his voice moved through her. Jewell kissed the side of his neck, the scent of his skin causing her teeth to descend.
"Yes."
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If money were no object, where would you go for a Spring Break vacation and why?
For my entire adult life, I’ve wanted to go to Aruba. In my fantasies it’s such a sensual locale.
The warm, salty breeze blows from the ocean, caressing my skin as I lounge in the sun. The cabana boy and girl bring me a colorful, fruity drink with too much alcohol. As he hands me the drink, condensation drips onto my stomach…I tremble. They smile. He bites his lower lip. She traces the water as it slides to my navel…
Ah, yes. Aruba.
Why is your featured book a must-read this spring?
After Midnight is the story of a love that wasn’t supposed to be—Not by custom, not by birthright, and not by conventional standards. But connection and desire win. At least for a little while.
Put another way…it’s a hot read to end the doldrums of a weird winter.
Giveaway –
One lucky reader will win a $25 Amazon gift card
Open internationally.
Runs April 1 – 30, 2024
Drawing will be held on May 1, 2024.
Author Biography:
Trevann Rogers writes rock star romances, urban fantasy, and LGBT paranormal romances. She lives in Connecticut with two rescue puppies and Lil Monkey, a sock monkey who thinks he’s real. Trevann’s books include HOUSE OF THE RISING SON, the prequel novella, AFTER MIDNIGHT, and WAITING FOR THE SON, the 3rd book in the series.
Her short-story romance, Indigo Dreams, is available on Amazon. Her stories also appear in the anthologies Dangerous Curves Ahead, and Wickedly Ever After.
Her stories incorporate an unquenchable addiction to music and her love for vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. Trevann writes long after the sun goes down because like these elusive creatures, she learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means Living After Midnight. You can find Trevann online at:
For up-to-date information about releases: Living After Midnight