brynwrites:brynwrites:brynwrites:brynwrites:brynwrites:Story Introduction: Sell Your Blood.(
brynwrites:brynwrites: brynwrites: 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. ‘Why is he like this, help,’ says both of them @ the other. “You have to lick the bite closed. Otherwise it’s like sex with no orgasm after.” The vampire jerked back. “Why the hell would you compare it to that!” Clearly, he’d never been bitten before he was turned. Justin wanted to find the vampire responsible and string them up for their negligence. “Just lick it already.” He groaned. “Frankly, you’re responsible for the gash on my knee too.” “I’m not licking either of them. It’s humiliating and unsanitary.” “You were the one who bit my neck in the first place!” “I was desperate then.” “Fine, lick my fingers instead, I’ll do it myself.” “God, no that’s worse!” Justin couldn’t make out the vampire’s exact skin tone well enough in the shadows of the alley, but he swore he was blushing. “This is getting ridiculous, dammit. Just do it,” he growled. “Not while you’re sitting on my lap!” All new additions will be added below the read more until the end of the draft. I may casually reblog it when I add ones I particularly love; muahaha. Keep reading There’s a ton of new additions below the previous cut, but here is a special update to mark the book’s halfway point!! Clementine is finally acting like a proper vampire! (Both he and Justin are, unfortunately, is still proper fools, which is not a prognosis likely to change for another 40k words…) Clementine grinned just to show off his fangs, catching Justin’s gaze out of the corner of his eyes. “You want me to bite you?” The intake of Justin’s breath and the slight tightening of his fingers seemed answer enough, but then his expression hardened around the edges. “It’s what you’re paying me for, isn’t it?” New additions henceforth will be under this cut instead: Keep reading -- source link
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