New Adult Urban Fantasy
Tristan Trevosier is big business. His band Immortal Dilemma is in residence on the Las Vegas Strip, reality show Immortal Forever is on constant repeat, and everyone is obsessed with the Vegas Vampire rock scene.
Eighteen year old hippie island girl Callie has no reason to question why everyone in her family tried to keep her away from her first love, Tristan. She’s used to them being overprotective. Despite their objections, Callie has enrolled at Las Vegas State to reconnect with him.
Soon she finds Tristan and the rest of the reality show vampire show vampires aren't acting.
Callie’s not the only one drawn to Tristan. Her roommate, Janelle, has her own agenda and is all too willing to help Callie find her way. Mogul Talis de Rancourt has carefully created the Immortal Dilemma franchise and has little patience for disruptions to her plan. Rabid fans are drawn to the band, thanks to a supernatural force called Bloodlust. Blade seems to be everything that Callie wishes Tristan was and she begins to want him more and more, but Blade has his own issues with Tristan as well.
Now Callie must weave her way through a world she had no idea existed; a stream of insatiable groupies, paparazzi, and wild after show parties to find her place in Tristan’s new afterlife. Tristan is struggling with his own addictions, and Callie is one of them.
First 150 words:
Tristan, Los Angeles, 2010.
All I could see through my haze was blonde hair. Even though I knew that what I was seeing and who was there were two different things, I didn’t care. I just wanted the pain to go away.
My post show ritual was always the same. A drink, a line, a girl. Usually in that order, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter what or who they were, either. Tonight, I already had taken care of the first two. This chick had my attention. She smelled like fresh air, sunshine…familiar.
“I can make you a star in your own right, Tristan,” she whispered in my ear as she ran her hand lightly down my chest. Her fingers were cool to the touch.
I closed my eyes, moaning as she nibbled at my neck. I was sick of being billed as my father’s son. But what could this girl offer that my father couldn’t?