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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, hello, hello! I am happy to report that the final three episodes of Club Dusk will be released once a week for the next couple of weeks, starting today!
Here is the schedule:
Episode 36: 09/08/2026 (today!)
Episode 37: 16/08/2026
Episode 38: 23/08/2026
I don't have a schedule planned yet for Book Two. I am currently in the outlining and planning session. I am hoping it will be Sundays. As always, life has a way of changing course!
Thanks again for joining me on this journey. I hope you are exited for Elena's journey and what's to come!
- Amelea
Here is the schedule:
Episode 36: 09/08/2026 (today!)
Episode 37: 16/08/2026
Episode 38: 23/08/2026
I don't have a schedule planned yet for Book Two. I am currently in the outlining and planning session. I am hoping it will be Sundays. As always, life has a way of changing course!
Thanks again for joining me on this journey. I hope you are exited for Elena's journey and what's to come!
- Amelea
Hello everyone! Well it's been an eventful summer, I can tell you! So my latest is that while I have in fact finished Club Dusk, it is only book 1! What was meant to be a trilogy has somehow grown into a saga. There is still some editing going on and I plan to release the final episodes soon, I just wanted to update you all about what has been happening. So you will notice some changes, for example, a new book cover. Ok, ok, ok, I have had like several cover changes, but this one is by far my favourite. :D
I want to thank you all for your patience and for sticking around. It's going to be one hell of an adventure this year!
- Amelea
I want to thank you all for your patience and for sticking around. It's going to be one hell of an adventure this year!
- Amelea
Hello everyone. I am so sorry for the lateness of this episode. I can happily announce that chapter 35 has been posted. Back to working on chapter titles and quotes!
- Amelea
- Amelea
Hi everyone! I’ve been working away in the background on some fun little additions for each chapter of Club Dusk. I’ve finally started creating chapter titles, which is something I’ve avoided for a long time—but I’ve decided to give it a go.
I’ve also started adding quotes at the beginning of each chapter alongside my artwork of the Clan symbols. It’s a slow process, but I’m getting there!
– Amelea
I’ve also started adding quotes at the beginning of each chapter alongside my artwork of the Clan symbols. It’s a slow process, but I’m getting there!
– Amelea
Hello everyone! Apologies, my scheduler had the wrong time for posting the chapter! I can happily say chapter 34 is up and ready for reading!
-Amelea
-Amelea
Hello everyone, I am back to our usual program and have a sneak peek for you, in Darien's POV:
I awoke to the sound of soft scratches. My groggy ass thought the rats were back. They had made an awful mess of the church when I bought it. Once a vampire moved in, however, they scurried off, sensing the threat. Not every animal is afraid of us; some actually prefer the company of the Forest Clan. But for us wolves, our very presence sets off every animal instinct alarm. It didn’t take long for the rats to realise they had no home here. The soft scratches continued, and I listened a little longer before realising it was Elena. She was sketching, but not in her room—in the spare room. So, she had visited the veil. Intriguing.
I got up from my bed and brushed my wild waves away from my face. Thinking of Elena, memories of last night crept back. It had been a clusterfuck of emotions, and I had only made it worse. I had meant to comfort her, nothing more, but the moment I opened my arms, something in me had softened. I could still feel the weight of her against me, her head beneath my chin, the way I had held her for a second too long before she pulled away, as if she had realised it was turning into something else. It had been too easy to make her blush, too easy to make her heartbeat quicken, and I hated how much I wanted that. But attraction had never meant anything good where I was concerned. Elena could look at me all she liked, but it was only ever skin deep. I could not have her thinking I was acceptable as a mate. I had led her to her death. I had stupidly not wiped her mind, and she had run into Dusk the next day in hopes of what?
Be with me.
I scoffed out loud.
****
Chapter 34 will be out on Sunday. Hopefully you will all enjoy it.
- Amelea
I awoke to the sound of soft scratches. My groggy ass thought the rats were back. They had made an awful mess of the church when I bought it. Once a vampire moved in, however, they scurried off, sensing the threat. Not every animal is afraid of us; some actually prefer the company of the Forest Clan. But for us wolves, our very presence sets off every animal instinct alarm. It didn’t take long for the rats to realise they had no home here. The soft scratches continued, and I listened a little longer before realising it was Elena. She was sketching, but not in her room—in the spare room. So, she had visited the veil. Intriguing.
I got up from my bed and brushed my wild waves away from my face. Thinking of Elena, memories of last night crept back. It had been a clusterfuck of emotions, and I had only made it worse. I had meant to comfort her, nothing more, but the moment I opened my arms, something in me had softened. I could still feel the weight of her against me, her head beneath my chin, the way I had held her for a second too long before she pulled away, as if she had realised it was turning into something else. It had been too easy to make her blush, too easy to make her heartbeat quicken, and I hated how much I wanted that. But attraction had never meant anything good where I was concerned. Elena could look at me all she liked, but it was only ever skin deep. I could not have her thinking I was acceptable as a mate. I had led her to her death. I had stupidly not wiped her mind, and she had run into Dusk the next day in hopes of what?
Be with me.
I scoffed out loud.
****
Chapter 34 will be out on Sunday. Hopefully you will all enjoy it.
- Amelea
Hello everyone, unfortunately chapter 33 has been delayed. I sincerely apologise. My husband has his own indie game dev studio and he’s currently on countdown for his game to release. So I am currently helping out to give him as much time as possible to work on his game. Don’t worry, it’s not that big of delay! It just may be between 1-3 days late. Thank you all for your continued support and patience. ❤️
- Amelea
- Amelea
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.
*****
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
