Title: Escaping Solitude
Series: The Escape Trilogy, Book Two
Author: Sara Dobie Bauer
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: October 29, 2018
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Genre: Paranormal, bisexual, gay, vampires, polyamorous, sailors
Ancient vampire Andrew escaped his tropical island exile with his beloved human sailor, Edmund. They’ve now returned to Andrew’s home in nineteenth-century New Orleans and must navigate not only their developing relationship—and equally haunted pasts—but also a hungry coven of vampires Andrew used to call friends.
Desperate to stay by Andrew’s side forever, Edmund examines the impressive coven library in search of an Elder, the only creature capable of turning Edmund. Although missing for centuries, Andrew believes an Elder must still survive somewhere; they just have to find him.
The search is put on hold when Edmund receives word that his mother is ill in London, and the lovers set off on an oceanic journey surrounded by new friends and old enemies. When things go terribly wrong, Edmund’s fragile human life hangs in the balance, and an Elder must be found or Andrew will be alone forever.
Sara Dobie Bauer © 2018
All Rights Reserved
My sailor is getting very good at nightmares. In the bed of our rented hotel room in the New Orleans French Quarter, he thrashes against me in the dark and whimpers. When Edmund is lost in the thralls of passion, I adore that noise—but not when he’s afraid like this. I pull his naked body hard against mine and press kisses to his clammy forehead. He claws at me for but a moment before allowing himself to be enveloped in my embrace. He murmurs my name and falls back asleep.
We’ve only been on dry land for a day after an oceanic journey that felt interminable. Perhaps it’s my having been alone for so long on my island of exile, but I now abhor the presence of so many other people. Edmund said I acted like a she-wolf with her pup, my hands on him whenever anyone drew near. Yes, I’m territorial of my dearest, but he doesn’t yet know how other vampires can be.
He’ll find out soon. Michelle demanded we appear at my old vampire coven. I’m to present Edmund to my old friends, but I plan to make it clear that no other immortal will even breathe on my sailor without getting a fist to the throat. Monsters are not to be trusted with something so beautiful, and God, is Edmund ever beautiful.
He danced on the harbor as soon as he set foot on American soil. I didn’t miss the way Michelle’s eyes glittered as she watched. Although he requested to immediately explore, I refused to let him walk New Orleans barefoot in my hand-me-down, bloodstained clothes. I carried him, laughing, away from the harbor before remembering myself. The way I love my sailor isn’t appropriate to many small-minded Southerners. After so much time spent alone, we have to alter our behavior. I can’t very well grab him and kiss him in the middle of a Bourbon Street afternoon, can I?
At our hotel, Edmund marveled at the crystal chandeliers, and although we received several strange looks, my coven’s money guaranteed us a room on the top floor. First thing we did was bathe together in a tub practically the size of our island lagoon. I requested a barber and watched as the white-haired gent shaved Edmund and trimmed his hair. Skin once again soft, Edmund hurried the barber away so we could make love. He has done nothing but sleep and eat since, but in the morning, we will visit a tailor.
It’s been four years since I left. Will old man Peters still be alive?
Edmund shifts beside me. His fingertips press against my chest, and he hums. “You’re awake.”
I run my fingers through his hair. “How did you know?”
“Your breath changes.” He kisses the edge of my jaw. “I know you don’t need to breathe, but you do it anyway, as though your body won’t give up the habit.” He must notice how tightly I hold him. “Did I have another nightmare?”
“Mm. Do you ever remember what they’re about?”
“Water. I think. Lots of water.” He yawns and rubs his legs against mine.
“Don’t tell me you’re now going to be scared of the sea.”
I feel him smile against my skin. “Never. I’d just rather not be dragged under it in a sinking ship.” He sits up and stretches his arms over his head. His back makes a slight popping sound when he twists his ribs and stands, walking naked to the pitcher of water in our gilded basin. Most of the high-ceilinged room is painted gold. A huge bouquet of white magnolias sits on the table by my side, although the sweet, floral scent doesn’t cover the New Orleans odor of sweat, salt, and sewer.
Of course, if I focus, I smell only Edmund. It’s hard to not focus on his bare skin as he drinks straight from the water jug before wiping his face with the back of his hand. The long, angry scar on his back shivers in the moonlight, and the bandage on his arm glows white. I suppose it’s my fault he earned a new scar during our time on the island. His blood was a gift to me that managed to save his life.
He rubs at his shoulder as though sore. “My body is confused,” he says.
I lean up on my elbows. “How so?”
“It’s accustomed to hard work.”
“I’ll work you hard.”
He laughs, and the sight of his lean stomach contracting has me half hard already. He flops into bed on his belly. “Do you even listen when I talk?”
I run my fingers through his dark hair. It’s shorter now than when we first met. “I love listening to you talk.”
“I’ve spent years living at sea. When I wasn’t busy playing sailor on deck, I walked through wild forests and fought cannibals and pirates. Now, I’m here in this bloody posh hotel, eating pastries all day—”
I steal a kiss. “They’re called beignets.”
“And, if we’re not careful, I’m going to end up fat and lazy like all the other British dukes.” His eyes go wide in the darkness. “Jesus, Andrew, I have to write my mother! She might think me mad, but she doesn’t want me dead. And the trading company. Their ship is at the bottom of the sea!”
I tackle him and put my hand over his mouth. “Quiet. Are you trying to wake the entire hotel? It’s nowhere close to morning yet. Your letter writing will have to wait.”
He mumbles against my skin.
“What was that?” I pull my hand away.
“Are we going to see the city in the morning?”
“Yes. I have plans.” I think of my tailor, Peters…and a possible nocturnal enticement.
Edmund’s callused palms run up the sides of my biceps. “I’ll have to pretend I don’t adore you, won’t I? Out in the city. Two men together is frowned upon. I won’t be able to do this…” He cups my head in his hands and pulls me closer until his open mouth finds mine. He sucks on my tongue, and I grind against his hip.
I pull away and press my forehead to his. “Will I ever stop wanting you?”
“No.” He smiles. “Men rarely do.”
He grabs my hand and presses it to the hardness between his legs. “Very.”
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Meet the Author
Sara Dobie Bauer is a bestselling author, model, and mental health / LGBTQ advocate with a creative writing degree from Ohio University. Twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize, she lives with her hottie husband and two precious pups in Northeast Ohio, although she’d really like to live in a Tim Burton film. She is author of the paranormal rom-com Bite Somebody series, among other sexy things.
Rating: 5 stars
*I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review*
Escaping Solitude is the second novel in the Escape Trilogy. At last vampire Andrew has escaped his Island exile and has returned to New Orleans with his human lover Edmund. Determined to stay together forever the lovers search for an Elder; a vampire with the power to turn Edmund. However, when Edmund is seriously wounded their search becomes all the more desperate. If they don’t find an Elder in time then death will part them.
I really enjoyed book two in this series. The Nineteenth Century New Orleans setting was very well fleshed out and when reading I felt as though I really was walking the streets with them. The characters of both Andrew and Edmund are developed further and you can really see how they’ve grown since the first novel. Andrew’s love for Edmund has given him a more human edge. His feelings are intense and he is also terrified of somehow losing Edmund; either to another vampire or to death. Edmund has gained in confidence in their relationship and is just as certain in his love for Andrew. He’s unafraid of the other vampires in Andrew’s former home, and shows great courage when one in particular is especially interested in him.
The relationship and how it had developed since the first novel was my favourite part of Escaping Solitude. It began fuelled by desire on both sides initially but it has deepened and become so much more now. You can really feel how much they care for each other. I cannot wait to read the final book in the trilogy and find out how their story ends.