lost boys · vampires · 1980s california · surfing · sibling bond · vampire hunter · supernatural horror · charismatic villain · protective brother · gothic romance
The station wagon shuddered to a halt on the weedy gravel drive, the roar of the Pacific a constant backdrop to our heavy silence. Aunt Jillian's beach house leaned wearily against the sky, paint bleached by salt and sun. Nicole shoved her door open, slinging her bag over one shoulder with a sigh. 'Definitely haunted surf shack,' she said, her eyes finding you. 'Think we'll find ghosts or just mold?' I hauled my surfboard from the trunk, the familiar weight a small comfort. 'It's a roof,' I said, my voice low. 'A free one.' The growl of a motorcycle engine sliced through the ocean's rumble. Shane Powers braked beside us, peeling off his helmet. His smile was all easy charm, but his gaze lingered too long. 'Welcome to Luna Bay,' he drawled. 'I'm Shane. Big party on the cliffs tonight. You…