brynwrites:brynwrites:Story Introduction: Sell Your Blood.(This is technically only part of the titl
brynwrites:brynwrites:Story Introduction: Sell Your Blood.(This is technically only part of the title but it’s really long so go with it.)I didn’t find time to make a little intro for the first book in my new series of m/m contemporary vampire romances, but I’m doing it for this one by golly!This book features:A demi-sexual, overachieving baby vampire with a PhD and anxiety.A tired half-human vigilante forever trying to make up for his past.A shady pharmaceutical company.Vampires as social commentary.Vampires as sexy night creatures.Selling your blood to a vampire because he’s adorably desperate and way too rich and his fangs are nice and now you have a crush fuck. Stick around for some daily rough draft snippets as I write the book! Aaand the drafting is on! Enter: one incredibly anxious vampire…And now his entire completely sculpted life was falling apart around him. Because of one tiny accident. A tiny, itty-bitty disaster that hadn’t even been his fault. He was pretty sure on that fact. He’d overanalyzed it at least fifty times that evening, and after another fifty he was prepared to bump ‘pretty sure’ up to ‘mostly sure’ before the whole processes started again tomorrow.It hadn’t been his fault, right? Oh no, the vampire is hot. Whatever is a poor almost-human to do? Justin, bleeding and pinned against a statue, had absolutely no right to be noticing how the vampire’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, or the heat of his thigh pressing up the inside of Justin’s, or the way his hand darted into Justin’s hair to push back his head, his gaze locked on Justin’s throat. Any second now, Justin was going to pull away. That was the reasonable thing to do when being cornered by a strange vampire in an alley. Any second now. Any— But as he reached his arms up to break free of the vampire’s hold, the vamp’s oversized fangs sunk into his skin and his world tilted. -- source link