Rory bitterly hates vampires. After all, one of them murdered his friend. So when his best friend Dennis begs him to accompany him to a vampire brothel on his birthday so that he can experience what is widely believed to be the sex of his life, Rory tags along reluctantly.
Rory and Dennis both find their worlds changed forever as the sun goes down on Eclipse. As they enter the revamped Magic Castle, they discover that sex, love and blood can mix. Dennis finds himself falling in love with the mysterious Thiago, and Rory is taken by Carden who is so beautiful, Rory isn’t even sure if he’s real – but evil is everywhere, permeating everything as the night closes in around them.
It was Dennis who grabbed his arm and pushed him down into a chair, grinning like a kid who had just been presented with a shiny new toy.
“Sit,” he said. “I have to go see the regulator and get my sheet.”
“Sheet?” Rory muttered, trying to tear his gaze away from the hypnotic vision in front of him. “What sheet?”
“All these hunks have numbers. I have to reserve if I want one, and hopefully I’ll get the one I choose. Demand exceeds supply in these places. Thank God these vamps can do one mortal after another. Order drinks. I’ll be back.”
A half-naked Asian was standing in front of Rory suddenly, holding a tray. Beautiful, but then they were all beautiful, weren’t they?
“Not all of us,” he said. “What can I get for you, sweetie?”
The waiter was leaning down next to him, his face close to his. Rory instinctively moved his head away. “Ah, two rum and Cokes, I guess. And did you just read my thoughts?”
The waiter grinned and winked at him, walking off without a word, presumably in the direction of the bar. Rory couldn’t see anything through the crowd, not even where Dennis had gone.
The table he was at was small, only big enough for two, and right beside him was a larger table filled with six young men who were talking loudly and chugging beer. One of them reached up to touch the dancer on the stage, but he moved out of reach so fast, Rory saw only a flash. The dancer hissed, his fangs coming into view and that, too, seemed to last only a heartbeat. Then his expression became unreadable.