I thought drinking a vampire’s blood would be more intimate, but Matthew had made the whole thing transactional. I stood on the other side of the island from him while I watched him ooze his own blood into a glass from a slice on his palm.

Watching him fill the glass had become a normal thing at that point. I wasn’t a vampire—yet—but I was well on my way after drinking Matthew’s blood before every meal for a month.

I spaced out on the bloody knife nearby until… Continue reading

I have some updates regarding my WIPs, a new site for aspiring authors, and a call for guest bloggers and maybe someone who might be interested in having me guest blog. Read on, dear friend. First of all, you may have seen it already,…

Jess showed up at my apartment wearing nothing but a long white t-shirt and some high heels. I couldn’t tell if her eyes were all glassy from weed or from crying.

Fuck.

“Just a sec, all right?” I said through the tiny space I’d opened up to talk to her. I shut the door again after she gave me a quiet nod.

I turned back to the bedroom, but stopped short and… Continue reading