I love, love Sam and Alistair. The idea for this story was actually born from a Law and Order episode where an Amish girl went on Rumspringa in the city and was murdered. Luckily, no Amish were killed in the writing of this book. However, many other naughty things happened.
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Book Summary:

“The eternal quest of a human being is to shatter his loneliness.” — Norman Cousins

Samuel King is an Amish private detective who has lived amongst the English in Independence, Missouri, for sixteen years. When he is hired to find a missing accountant, Morton Clark, Samuel’s self-enforced solitary lifestyle is completely disrupted — the case unexpectedly leads him to the very sexy, very flawed Alistair Simms. Samuel is overwhelmed by his attraction to Alistair, and resisting the vampire is no simple task. Even for a chaste man.

Alistair, a 154-year-old vampire and recluse with familial ties to the kidnapped Morton, has spent his undead years caring for each generation of his brother’s children. To compound his guilt over the abduction of his great-nephew, Alistair is passionately drawn to Samuel. The detective’s innocence, purity, and physical perfection stir emotions in him he didn’t believe he was still capable of feeling. Being immortal was easier when he didn’t care.

For two men who have spent lifetimes avoiding relationships and entanglements, finding Morton will be the ultimate test of faith, love, and sacrifice.

Author’s note: Bloody English takes place in the same world as The Beast series. It is an independent book, but you never know who might show up.

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Bloody English by Renee George

Excerpt (MM) (Explicit):

They sat in a small sitting room upstairs in Samuel’s house — Alistair in one chair, Samuel in the other. Mentally, he slapped himself. How could he have kissed him? In the moment that Alistair had talked about being alone, Samuel had recognized himself in the statement. It still didn’t discount the fact that he’d seen the man’s eyes glowing like platinum under a bright light. “You’re not human,” Samuel finally said.

“Why did you kiss me outside?”

“For the same reason you kissed me in the office.” Samuel evaded putting his feelings to words. “How old are you? Twenty-three? Twenty-four?”

Alistair smiled. “At one time.”

It seemed Samuel wasn’t the only one being evasive. “Are you an angel?” He felt foolish for asking, but something about Alistair bespoke the calm agelessness of someone who’d been around since the beginning of time.

Alistair’s smile faltered. “Do I look like an angel to you?”

He’d taken off his jacket when they’d come inside. The black unbuttoned dress shirt had short sleeves which fit snuggly around his large biceps. His arms were golden, along with his face, from years of sun exposure, but his bared chest was pale. Samuel grinned. “I guess not. They don’t mention a farmer’s tan anywhere in the Bible when talking of angels.”

“No,” Alistair pursed his lips. “I guess they don’t.”

Alistair rose from his chair and knelt in front of Samuel. How could a man so handsome be so lonely? Hesitantly, Samuel touched the scar over Alistair’s right eye. The texture was smooth and firm. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Taking his hand, Alistair kissed Samuel’s palm. The action quickened Samuel’s pulse and a ragged breath escaped his lips. He fought to stay still as the pressure of his erect cock became more and more uncomfortable against the confines of his jeans.

Alistair raised his brow. “You’ve never been with a man?”

“No,” he gasped as Alistair’s hand slid up his thigh.

“Only women then?”

“No.” Samuel placed his hand over Alistair’s when the tall man caressed the fabric over his cock.

Alistair froze. “You’re a virgin?”

Samuel bit his upper lip and nodded. He’d denied himself for so long, he felt afraid to open his mouth. Afraid he’d tell Alistair to stop. He didn’t want him to stop. Alistair popped the top button on Samuel’s jeans. Samuel held his hand still before Alistair could work the zipper.

In Alistair’s clear eye, Samuel could see clarity and purpose. “Do you like to be called Samuel?”

“It’s a name.”

“What did your parents call you?”

“Sammy.”

“And your friends?”

A memory of Nicholas Raber, Samuel’s best-friend from childhood, rushed through him. “Sam.” Nicky hadn’t understood why Samuel had chosen to leave.

“Sam then. I like it, strong, confident. Reminds me of Sam Spade.”

“Who’s Sam Spade?”

Alistair shook his head. “He’s a fictional detective in a book written by Dashiell Hammet. I can’t believe you haven’t heard of him. Humphrey Bogart played him in a movie.”

“Who?”

Alistair smirked. “Never mind.”

“What did your people call you?”

“Mostly Alistair, sometimes Ali.”

Samuel wanted to touch Alistair. To hold the powerfully built man against his bare flesh, but fear of the unknown kept him talking while he held Alistair’s hand to keep him from moving faster than Samuel was ready for. “I like Alistair. It’s a good name. Solid.”

“Thanks.” Alistair moved his free hand over Samuel’s. “Can I be honest with you, Sam?”

“I’d prefer it.”

“Good.” He forcibly moved Samuel’s hand aside, unzipped his jeans quickly, and freed his rigid shaft. “I’d really like to suck your cock right now.”

The bluntness of the statement coupled with Alistair’s large hands fisting his erection caused Samuel to inhale a staggered breath.

“We don’t have to do more than what you’re comfortable with.”

“I’m not comfortable with any of this.” But he couldn’t deny how good it felt to be touched.

Alistair’s mouth closed over the head of his cock, his lips stroking down Samuel’s shaft. He rarely masturbated, but even when he did, it never felt as good as this. Alistair tugged on his balls, while his teeth scraped the sensitive skin. “Do you like the way my mouth feels on your cock?”

“Yes.” Samuel had never met anyone so bold as Alistair Simms. Fear kept him from doing more than grabbing a handful of the short curls on Alistair’s head. They felt so soft twining through his fingers, and he wondered if Alistair’s cock would feel as silky. His fist tightened, pulling at the short hairs as Alistair sucked, hard and fast, his tongue flicking across the small opening, then plunging again, taking Samuel deep.