Free Vampire Romance: Obsession With Brothers Of The Night (BBW Paranormal Menage Vampire Romance) by Kalena Lyons

Chapter One
     
    She witnessed their beauty by the spectacle of moonlight; a vision rivaled only by the rhythm of their song.
    As the co-owner of Cool Beans Café, a small but upscale coffee shop in the heart of Luna Bay, Florida, Simone Norrance had seen more than her share of novel entertainment acts grace her ‘main stage’; or so she liked to call the decidedly compact performance area that stood somewhere between the java bar and the magazine rack.
    She saw earnest college students earn a few extra bucks by performing covers of sixties folk songs; tunes that came to life well before they did, that they nonetheless sang with incredible sincerity and varying levels of talent.
    “I swear, if Michael rows that boat ashore one more time,” she snorted, smirking as she dragged a broom across the surface of her café floor.
    Really, though, she admired anyone who had the gumption to appear before a crowd; and while she enjoyed the performances of everyone on stage—from the afore mentioned soc majors doubling as folk artistes to aging torch singers—she’d never felt so utterly transfixed by any presenting performer—to the point that she had to pause her duties and gape in open admiration at the sirens of the night.
    The two brothers had walked into her café one evening with guitars in hand, seeking a place to perform. And while she asked them to audition, she knew somehow that they already claimed a special place at her café.
    “And if there’s not a special place for them at my café,” she mused with a grin, “Then I’ll make one.”
    As she stood now in a compact, lowly lit coffee house that just barely allowed for the throng of young females that filled its smooth taupe walls, she couldn’t help but share their open admiration for the incredible masculine beauty of the performers before them.
    Both men stood to an impressive height at the center of the stage, boasting muscular forms topped by chiseled faces and radiant falls of silken hair. Both of these wonders glowed with their bronzed skin and flawless, white-toothed smiles; gorgeous grins they often aimed in her direction. And both wore ultra-tight blue jeans and revealing muscle shirts that showed off their chiseled, hard muscled bodies to most impressive effect.
    Yet while Chase Harrington bore locks as dark as midnight and pure crystalline eyes, his younger brother Taylor was a smooth honey blond with cocoa brown gems. Each, she figured, presented their own special image of ethereal radiance; and when they opened their mouths and strummed their guitars, the song that they released supplied the perfect soundtrack to the spectacle of their beauty.
    Much to her amazement the brothers performed original songs; romantic numbers that blended folk and soul to form the basis of their lush romantic melodies.
    And, as had been the case on many evenings before this one, Simone felt moved—no, compelled—to cease with her duties at the coffee shop and just listen.
    She shut her eyes now as her senses were bathed in an incredible melody; one supplied by a chorus of soft, smooth masculine voices that drifted high on the air above them.
    Immediately her tired body relaxed, and her senses reeled beneath the effects of a moonlight serenade, her public surroundings dissolving around her as she lost herself in a lyrical tale of true but illusive love.
    Then her eyes opened to find that the brothers Harrington sang only for her; their gazes trained on her as they sent those trademark beneficent smiles in her direction—all the while singing lyrics of love and passion that seemed intended only for her.
    Beaming openly in their direction, Simone giggled in spite of herself as she blew kisses in their direction; a gesture that drew a loud, derisive snort from a far corner of the room.
    Simone froze, and her grin dissolved, as she recognized the harsh, rough tone of Harry Stanley, a regular at the café who nonetheless seemed highly irregular in his blatant and frequent