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    Hunger: The Kindred Trilogy, #2
    Hunger: The Kindred Trilogy, #2
    Hunger: The Kindred Trilogy, #2
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    Hunger: The Kindred Trilogy, #2

    By J. Thiele

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    Hunger is the second novel in the Kindred Trilogy. 
    It's a Vampire Romance with lots of bite. Meet Mr. Brandon Rouge the maker of Dominic (Thirst - Kindred Trilogy - Part 1) 
    He has a dry sarcasm that perpetually delivers him into trouble. This is not the guy you love to hate. He's the vampire you hate to love. Why? Because sometimes even the bad Vampires need love to.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMelissa Bell & Jordin Thiele Inc.
    Release dateJul 18, 2016
    ISBN9781386564867
    Hunger: The Kindred Trilogy, #2
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    J. Thiele

    J. Thiele lives in Brisbane, Australia. She writes in a variety of genres, ranging from paranormal romance, old fashioned who did it – Detective novels and most recently has broadened her scope with the addition of writing horror. She finds writing therapeutic and centring which tends to balance out her energetic personality, and the occasional bout of insomnia. Although she has realised that writing horror at night can raise your blood pressure when you see a movement out of the corner of the eye. It’s all too easy to scare oneself half to death.

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      Hunger - J. Thiele

      Prologue

      23 rd April, 1927

      The streets were quiet when Brandon Rouge stepped out of the club shortly after midnight. He'd been playing at the piano bar since eight o'clock the previous evening, and now that the club was closed and only the cleaning staff remained, he found himself not only tired but also hungry. He was an arrogant but likeable chap that rarely went home alone, unless by choice... his choice that is, and it was his choice this night to go home alone.

      His stomach growled loudly from under his tailored suit, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since noon the previous day. Familiar with the area he knew of an all-night-diner roughly a block away. As he walked, he could almost taste the burger he’d planned to order when he got there. The liquor he'd consumed whilst playing requests was paid for by the high rolling customers who were desperate to impress their dates. He was still inebriated and so hungry it was causing him to feel light-headed. He needed to eat, so he staggered a little faster.

      Brandon was well known for his silver tongue. He'd used it often to lure strange women into his bed and again to talk their husbands out of punishing him for it when their wife’s adultery was discovered. He had a way about him in general, some might call it, ‘Swagger.’

      This particular night however, he was about to be met by a stranger, and the smooth talking philanderer would not be able to talk his way out of what was in store for him.

      He walked briskly past a darkened alleyway when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. Brandon stopped in his tracks. At first the piano player thought it might be one of the gigolos that had been known for lurking the streets at night looking for new clientele.

      Look buddy, he said in a low smug tone as he turned to face the shoulder tapper. I don't swing that way. I got nothing against you, but I'm a lady’s man, and you sure as hell don't look, or smell like no lady. I never pay for it either. He insisted as he looked the well-dressed man up and down.

      He'd barely gotten the words out of his mouth before he became spellbound by the man's hypnotic eyes. He tilted his head, and slightly turned to one side, as if by some sort of telepathic command, he knew exactly what the stranger wanted him to do.

      He watched from the corner of his eye as the gentleman opened his mouth and moved in closer. At first he sucked and licked at Brandon’s neck. Brandon wasn’t able to stifle a moan at the unpredictable desire that overcame him when he felt the penetration of two needle-sharp teeth as they punctured the side of his throat. With every strong suckle his eyes rolled backwards in euphoria as his body grew weaker. He could feel himself being drained of blood and he began to feel cold. The sensation of pins and needles swept over his entire body starting at his feet.

      His vision began to fade and his body fell limp into the gentleman’s arms, so debilitated he could barely keep his eyes open. Suddenly he was whisked away at a speed Brandon had never known before. After that, everything went black.

      Two nights later, Brandon woke to find himself in a motel room, that he himself could never hope to afford, and with an insatiable appetite. A man sat on the day lounge across from him, eagerly waiting for Brandon to rise.

      Where… Where am I? He asked.

      You are safe. The man answered as he stood to help Brandon to his feet.

      What happened to me? He looked around at his surroundings. How did I get here?

      This is my home, and I brought you here Master Brandon. he told him matter-of-factly.

      What? Brandon frowned, Why? I don't have any money you pervert. Determined to leave he demanded, Where's my coat? I'm leaving. He headed for the door and reached for the handle. In the blink of an eye the tall stranger stood in front of him blocking his exit.

      What are you doing? Brandon shouted. Get out of my way!

      It’s not safe for you out there. Not yet anyway. But, soon I will show you this city and many others just like it in ways you have never dreamed of.

      What do you want from me? Brandon asked again. Whatever it is, take it, it’s yours. Just let me get out of here.

      There is nothing I want from you, in fact it’s quite the opposite. It’s I who have given you something. You can call it a gift if you like.

      Oh yeah? And what gift is that? Brandon took on his usual cocky tone of sarcasm.

      Life, I have given you eternal life.

      Is that so? Brandon challenged defiantly. Well you can keep it. I don't want it. All I want is something to eat and a nice cold beer to wash it down with.

      You must learn to control your hunger Brandon. I will teach you how to do this, but first we must get to know each other. I am Diego, Diego Channing, you will get to know me as your maker.

      Is that right? Brandon almost laughed at how ludicrous it all sounded. Brandon decided to play along with Diego’s delusions. Then maker, why don't you go make something, like a corn beef on rye. I'm starving.

      Diego went on to explain that as hunger was the last thing he was experiencing before he transitioned. Because of that he would carry that feeling for eternity and it would only subside when and if he found his true kindred. In the meantime, he would need to learn to control it. At the time of his turning he’d craved a burger, now he craved blood, human blood and he would stop at nothing to get it unless he learned to discipline himself and curb his compulsive appetite.

      You’re out of your fucking mind! Brandon shouted as he pushed the so called maker out of his way and stormed out of the room.

      Brandon stepped out onto the pavement, the noise of the local traffic was unusually deafening, and the smells from all the side-walk cafes filled the air, they were overpowering and intoxicating. There was one scent however, that stood out above all the others, he didn't know what it was, but it made his hunger burn out of control from deep within the pit of his growling stomach.

      He had to find the source, nothing else would do. He had to have it. Quickening his pace, he headed in the direction of a commotion that seemed to be coming from further down the block. People were screaming and running in every direction.

      A man that was running from the scene carelessly bumped into Brandon, Don't go down there man, it’s a bloody mess. You'll be haunted forever. he warned before continuing to flee. Brandon ignored the man’s warnings, the smell grew stronger than ever as the wind changed and Brandon became desperate for a taste of whatever it was.

      He reached the end of the street where a bus had swerved off the road, flipped and ploughed into a group of pedestrians. The sight was sickening, but the cries of the injured forced Brandon to get a little closer. His attention was drawn to a woman whose husband lay dead beside her, she herself was trapped under the carnage. There was blood everywhere and Brandon became drunk on the scent of it. His eyes were dazed and the veins surrounding them rose to the surface of his skin. He couldn't control himself, he was frantic to taste it.

      Help… Please help me? the woman cried.

      Brandon knelt down beside her and examined the blood that was smeared across her face.

      Help me? she pleaded again as he moved in a little closer. He wiped his two fingers into a pool of blood and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger before putting them into his mouth sucking them clean. When the flavour ignited his hunger, two large fangs exposed themselves and before he knew what he was doing, he sank them into the side of her throat and began to drain her body of blood. He had almost taken the last drops when Diego appeared from nowhere and pulled him free of her lifeless body.

      Brandon shook his head to try to bring himself to his senses. He looked down at the woman he'd just fed from in disgust and confusion. What did you do to me? he asked Diego, WHAT DID YOU DO?

      Chapter 1

      Diego spent the next two years trying to teach Brandon to control his impulses, but Brandon's anger was fuelled by his still unsatisfied hunger which made him less than

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