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Hi, I’m Amelea, a passionate storyteller who loves diving into the darker, seductive corners of fantasy. When I’m not crafting tales of vampires, forbidden love, and supernatural intrigue, you can find me sipping tea, dreaming up my next adventure, or rocking out to my favorite bands. Club Dusk is a labour of love—a modern vampire romance packed with danger, mystery, and just the right amount of romance. Join me in exploring the dusk!
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Hello everyone! Chapter 32 is now available!
-Amelea
-Amelea
Hello everyone! Here is a sneak peek of Chapter 32:
When we got back to the living quarters, Darien showed me around. He figured I knew the living room and kitchen by now, so we bypassed them. He then walked to the hallway with the four doors. The first door on the left, I recalled, was his studio. He pointed to the room next to it and said that was his bedroom. I am not going to lie, I was rather curious to see what his bedroom was like—not for any particular reason, just curiosity about how he decorated it. His studio wall was covered in such beautiful art, I had wondered if that was a trend throughout all the rooms.
I was surprised to hear that the room at the end of the hall was, in fact, not a bathroom but a gym. I was dumbfounded when he opened the door to reveal wooden floors lined with exercise mats. There was also a dummy that looked like it had taken its fair share of hits, some of which looked like claws. Then I noticed an abundance of weapons lining the wall.
When he saw me gawking, he folded his arms and said, “What?” humour flickering in his eyes. I knew he was finding this hilarious.
“I have questions,” I said, walking into the gym, though I slowed slightly as I crossed the threshold. The air felt different in here—heavier somehow. Or maybe it was just the weight settling in my stomach, a sense of foreboding. I ran my finger along the hilt of a dagger on display, not wanting to test the sharpness of the blade. It looked used. Not decorative.
I looked up and saw a huge array of what my mind could only comprehend to call “pointy things.” Knives, swords, things with curved edges and others with long handles—I didn’t even know what half of them were called. Some looked old, almost antique. Others… not so much.
“A lot of questions,” I sighed, more to myself this time.
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As always thank you for reading. This chapter will be available on Sunday!
- Amelea
When we got back to the living quarters, Darien showed me around. He figured I knew the living room and kitchen by now, so we bypassed them. He then walked to the hallway with the four doors. The first door on the left, I recalled, was his studio. He pointed to the room next to it and said that was his bedroom. I am not going to lie, I was rather curious to see what his bedroom was like—not for any particular reason, just curiosity about how he decorated it. His studio wall was covered in such beautiful art, I had wondered if that was a trend throughout all the rooms.
I was surprised to hear that the room at the end of the hall was, in fact, not a bathroom but a gym. I was dumbfounded when he opened the door to reveal wooden floors lined with exercise mats. There was also a dummy that looked like it had taken its fair share of hits, some of which looked like claws. Then I noticed an abundance of weapons lining the wall.
When he saw me gawking, he folded his arms and said, “What?” humour flickering in his eyes. I knew he was finding this hilarious.
“I have questions,” I said, walking into the gym, though I slowed slightly as I crossed the threshold. The air felt different in here—heavier somehow. Or maybe it was just the weight settling in my stomach, a sense of foreboding. I ran my finger along the hilt of a dagger on display, not wanting to test the sharpness of the blade. It looked used. Not decorative.
I looked up and saw a huge array of what my mind could only comprehend to call “pointy things.” Knives, swords, things with curved edges and others with long handles—I didn’t even know what half of them were called. Some looked old, almost antique. Others… not so much.
“A lot of questions,” I sighed, more to myself this time.
*****
As always thank you for reading. This chapter will be available on Sunday!
- Amelea
Hello everyone,
That’s chapter 31 up and available to read! Hope you enjoy it. 😃
-Amelea
That’s chapter 31 up and available to read! Hope you enjoy it. 😃
-Amelea
Ya'll, I am so sorry I forgot to post the sneak peek!
Please find the sneak peek for Episode 31 below:
We walked through the main door of the living quarters and down a flight of wooden stairs. They weren’t too old; only a soft creak followed each step as we descended. At the bottom, Darien pushed open a heavy door, and I paused, drawing in a breath as I stared at the altar where he had placed me when he brought me here. He really did live in an old, converted church.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. Old superstitions colliding with everything I thought I knew about vampires. In fact, I couldn’t help wondering how much else I had wrong.
A faint hint of bleach lingered in the air. The altar had been recently scrubbed clean. I stopped in front of it and stared. My breath hitched.
This was where I had died. The old me. The human me.
A sudden wave of grief swept through me, sharp and unsteady. Tears slipped down my cheeks, and when I felt Darien’s cautious presence beside me, I trembled.
“You remember,” he whispered.
I nodded.
“I’m sorry, Elena.”
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Episode 31 is out tomorrow and I hope you all like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :D
- Amelea
Please find the sneak peek for Episode 31 below:
We walked through the main door of the living quarters and down a flight of wooden stairs. They weren’t too old; only a soft creak followed each step as we descended. At the bottom, Darien pushed open a heavy door, and I paused, drawing in a breath as I stared at the altar where he had placed me when he brought me here. He really did live in an old, converted church.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. Old superstitions colliding with everything I thought I knew about vampires. In fact, I couldn’t help wondering how much else I had wrong.
A faint hint of bleach lingered in the air. The altar had been recently scrubbed clean. I stopped in front of it and stared. My breath hitched.
This was where I had died. The old me. The human me.
A sudden wave of grief swept through me, sharp and unsteady. Tears slipped down my cheeks, and when I felt Darien’s cautious presence beside me, I trembled.
“You remember,” he whispered.
I nodded.
“I’m sorry, Elena.”
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Episode 31 is out tomorrow and I hope you all like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :D
- Amelea
Chapter 30 is out now, ya’ll! Hope you don’t get second hand embarrassment from Elena and Darien’s chat. 🙈
- Amelea
- Amelea
New book cover for Club Dusk! I have been playing with some minimalist styles of book cover and loved this one the most. :D
Now for a sneak peek of Chapter 30:
I breathed in and I breathed out. I knew this was his door I was standing in front of. I hadn’t seen him go in here, yet I could smell him — pine, sandalwood and leather. I could hear him. Perks of being a vampire now.
He was holding a guitar, sliding his fingers up and down the strings, making a metallic whine, but not playing. Every now and then, I heard him exhale.
I stood there in front of his door, my hand hovering as if I was going to knock, but some part of me just couldn’t bring myself to do it. How could I face him? I had attacked him violently. I bit him. Then I did the unthinkable and tried to claim him as if he were mine. I even shouted it.
Mine!
I pulled my hand back from the door. No, I need to apologise. I wasn’t myself, yes, but that was no excuse.
I took a step forward and prepared to knock—
“Would you just come in already, Vixen? A guy could develop grey hairs waiting on you.”
I scoffed. There was that nickname again. I opened the door, and he was lounging on a leather couch, a guitar in his hands, barely looking at me. Though annoyed, my guilt hadn’t gone away.
“Look, Darien, I’m so sorry that—”
But he interrupted me.
“Do you think you’re the first to go feral over me?” he asked, grinning as he finally looked up, those intense purple eyes catching mine. I knew now they were truly that supernatural colour and not some fun contacts he’d worn for theatrics.
He was deflecting me. I decided I wasn’t having it.
“Still, it’s no excuse. I am sorry I attacked you and called you… mine. That was inexcusable.”
Darien’s expression went carefully neutral, and he stared at me. I felt as though I were being scanned by an X-ray, as if he was trying to decide something about me. He sat up, setting the guitar aside on the couch.
“Are you really?” he asked, his voice softer now.
See you all again on Sunday for the release of Chapter 30!
- Amelea
I breathed in and I breathed out. I knew this was his door I was standing in front of. I hadn’t seen him go in here, yet I could smell him — pine, sandalwood and leather. I could hear him. Perks of being a vampire now.
He was holding a guitar, sliding his fingers up and down the strings, making a metallic whine, but not playing. Every now and then, I heard him exhale.
I stood there in front of his door, my hand hovering as if I was going to knock, but some part of me just couldn’t bring myself to do it. How could I face him? I had attacked him violently. I bit him. Then I did the unthinkable and tried to claim him as if he were mine. I even shouted it.
Mine!
I pulled my hand back from the door. No, I need to apologise. I wasn’t myself, yes, but that was no excuse.
I took a step forward and prepared to knock—
“Would you just come in already, Vixen? A guy could develop grey hairs waiting on you.”
I scoffed. There was that nickname again. I opened the door, and he was lounging on a leather couch, a guitar in his hands, barely looking at me. Though annoyed, my guilt hadn’t gone away.
“Look, Darien, I’m so sorry that—”
But he interrupted me.
“Do you think you’re the first to go feral over me?” he asked, grinning as he finally looked up, those intense purple eyes catching mine. I knew now they were truly that supernatural colour and not some fun contacts he’d worn for theatrics.
He was deflecting me. I decided I wasn’t having it.
“Still, it’s no excuse. I am sorry I attacked you and called you… mine. That was inexcusable.”
Darien’s expression went carefully neutral, and he stared at me. I felt as though I were being scanned by an X-ray, as if he was trying to decide something about me. He sat up, setting the guitar aside on the couch.
“Are you really?” he asked, his voice softer now.
See you all again on Sunday for the release of Chapter 30!
- Amelea
Yay! Happy Chapter 29 posting day! Only a couple of hours to go! Hope you all enjoy it!
- Amelea
- Amelea
Now for a sneak peek at Chapter 29:
Every sense alerted me to his presence. The first thing I saw were purple eyes, wide, alert, cautious. The first thing I smelled was pine, sandalwood, leather… and a faint tang of alcohol. The first thing I heard was a low hum, deep and steady, coming from the man in front of me. I could hear it. His blood. Rushing. Thick. Warm. My fangs elongated on their own, aching, my hunger sharp and screaming. He wasn’t prey - not really - but he was something, something that could fill the fire inside me. I needed it. I needed him.
“Elen—” he began, but I didn’t let him finish. I lunged, growling, claws and fangs, an unhinged eruption of need. I was on top of him, my teeth exposed. He grabbed my arms as I sank toward his neck, but he rolled, throwing me off. I hit the ground a few feet away, eyes locked on him, and hissed. He was already on his feet, watching, frozen. He wasn’t going to get away from me that easy.
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Look out for Chapter 29 coming out this Sunday. It was just so much fun to write! I hope you all enjoy reading it. Thanks again for your support. It means so much that you have subscribed!
- Amelea
Every sense alerted me to his presence. The first thing I saw were purple eyes, wide, alert, cautious. The first thing I smelled was pine, sandalwood, leather… and a faint tang of alcohol. The first thing I heard was a low hum, deep and steady, coming from the man in front of me. I could hear it. His blood. Rushing. Thick. Warm. My fangs elongated on their own, aching, my hunger sharp and screaming. He wasn’t prey - not really - but he was something, something that could fill the fire inside me. I needed it. I needed him.
“Elen—” he began, but I didn’t let him finish. I lunged, growling, claws and fangs, an unhinged eruption of need. I was on top of him, my teeth exposed. He grabbed my arms as I sank toward his neck, but he rolled, throwing me off. I hit the ground a few feet away, eyes locked on him, and hissed. He was already on his feet, watching, frozen. He wasn’t going to get away from me that easy.
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Look out for Chapter 29 coming out this Sunday. It was just so much fun to write! I hope you all enjoy reading it. Thanks again for your support. It means so much that you have subscribed!
- Amelea
Now that the clans have been revealed, I will do a profile on them one by one. Starting off we have Sange Varcolac - Blood Wolf clan.
