Nasu by Jet Lupin :: Review
Series: A Blood Seal Novel book 1
Author: Jet Lupin
Publisher: Self Published
Published: 7 November 2017
Length: 249 pages
Keywords : Paranormal, Vampires, Romance
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Go to work. Come home. Repeat. Simple, uncomplicated, boring, but it was Phil’s love, and he liked it that way. So what if he sometimes woke up with an ache in his chest that wouldn’t go away because his ex broke up with him over cereal? He was a big boy. He moved on because he had to. But nosey friends and fate won’t let him be.
One night, when he’s forced to have fun, he meets Shige, who’s far too enigmatic to really be interested in him. There must be some catch…
50 years have passed outside while Shige’s kept himself locked away, tired of the worlds of humans and vampires. He just wanted to be left alone to collect dust. But all that changed when he ventured out on a whim and meets Phil, setting them on an arduous path that will change them both.
This love won’t be easy for either of them, rife with distrust and danger from without and within, but if they survive, they might be stronger for it.
This book is a true Vampire book, Some Paranormal books especially paranormal romance books, could pass as a general romance book. What I mean is that if you took the paranormal elements away you would still have a story.
With this book, it is about how Phil meets Shige (a vampire) randomly at a night club. They hit it off, but unbeknown to Phil, his meeting of Shige has put him into grave danger by another vampire, who is out to hurt Shige (Through Phil).
Shige and his group of vampire’s force Phil to move to their base for his own safety. Slowly Phil is witnessed to strange goings on. But Vampires are not real. Even when one of Shige crew tries to explain, Phil does not believe them and think they are mad want to be vampires.
It is not until Shige takes Phil to Nasu, a club where vampires meet, and he witnesses a vampire feeding from a human, that it all comes together.
I like the banter between the two main characters. It is also refreshing that the human does not automatically accept everything that happens and even tries to escape. The story world came across authentic. And the pace of the book was well balanced. There is no outlandish weapons, or over use of magical powers. This is a real down to earth Vampire novel.
From Chapter 1
Phil Torres sat in Mercer General’s basement level breakroom for the first time that shift. With a sports drink in one hand and a protein bar in the other, he worked to cram both things into his mouth. He couldn’t remember what he’d eaten last or when. Even so, he had no appetite. Other nurses came and went through the breakroom offering looks of sympathy and pity. He was on the ass end of a 16-hour shift no sane person would envy.
It had been a trial of will. He’d seen some terrible things in the three years he’d been a fully licensed nurse but during this one shift, he’d beheld some of the worst things he’d ever seen, things that would haunt his dreams and hang on during his waking hours. A savage gunshot wound, a leg so badly broken the bone slashed through the skin, a pair of asthma attacks that left the patients blue in the face, gasping, and a stomach bug so virulent, puke covered the floors of two of their closet sized exam rooms. The cleaning staff was going to love this evening’s cleaning detail, but it was just another night at Mercer General.
“What’re you still doing here?” Yolanda came into the breakroom, looking every bit as tired as Phil felt. Her sneakers, damp from the storm she’d weathered out on the floor squelched with every step as she made her way to the lockers. “Didn’t your vacation start an hour ago?”
Phil took a swallow of sports drink to help keep his meager meal down. “Jackie was running late, so I filled in for her, then Shelly needed help tapping a vein… I got trapped.”
Yolanda rolled her eyes as she shut the door to her locker. “More like you let yourself get trapped.”
She was right, of course.
During his time here, the older nurse had taken him under her wing, brought him into the fold. They’d become as close as cousins. It helped Phil feel at home out here on the West Coast where he had no family and few friends, but as a side effect, lying to her was now next to impossible.
Yolanda perched on the plastic chair next him. She bumped him with her shoulder. “I’ll never understand why you always drag your feet when it comes time to get out of here. You’ve got an OK place—by yourself—in a decent neighborhood. You know how many people would kill for that set up? What’s the issue?”
Yolanda couldn’t understand it. She had a home waiting for her. A husband and kids who kept her busy. She might not admit it but they filled her life with joy. All Phil had waiting in at home was a dog bent on systematically destroying anything he could get his mouth on.
“I like keeping busy,” he said. “It’s not a crime.”
“Neither is taking time off once in a while.” Yolanda quickly wiped her sneakers down with a paper towel and threw it into the trash. “Since you got here, you’ve never taken more than three days off at a time. You need this break. You’re gonna burn out if you don’t take it easy.”
There was truth to Yolanda’s words, but to hear her tell it, Phil was a workaholic, little more than a care dispensing robot. He knew how to relax. He just didn’t enjoy it.
Work kept him too busy to worry about the lacking areas of his life. He liked helping people and Mercer’s shortage of staff guaranteed any offers to come in on his days off were never turned down. Without work, as rough as it could be on a good day, he’d be left alone. He didn’t know what to do with alone.
“Why can’t it be a week? Or two! I’d gladly do that much!”
Yolanda clucked her tongue in disgust. “I wish they’d let your ungrateful ass give me the two months since you so obviously don’t want it. I don’t see how you let it rack up.”
“Same,” Phil said. “Same.”
Yolanda stood, ready to go back out onto the floor, but she stopped in the doorway. She rested a small hand on Phil’s shoulder. “Your body remembers how to relax, even if you don’t. But you’ve got to get out of here first.”
Stories longing to have words put to them were in Jet’s heart from an early age. Jet enjoys exploring the connections and similarities between people whether they be shifters, vampires, or aliens, rendering the unknowable very knowable indeed.
Jet’s days are spent toiling away at a keyboard, slumped over a pen and paper hunting for those words, or playing around on twitter with a partner, and two rambunctious cats for company in the temperamental North Eastern US.