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Welcome back! This week is our picture prompt week and all posts must be 300 words or under and reflect the chosen image. Today we have a snippet from Nightside – An Erie Vampire Tale. This is a new gay poly romance that I’m writing for Halloween. It’s always nice to stretch our wings a bit! This excerpt is the very beginning of the book where we get a peek into some of the downsides of being undead…
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
There are a slew of things about being newly embraced – a romantic term for being dead – that are weird. Well, undead I guess one would say. Mostly dead. Dead but walking. No, that’s more like zombies.
It’s confusing. The whole routine is confounding and some of it’s just downright unsettling.
Sleeping on the soil where you were turned…embraced … whatever, that’s distressing. I missed sleeping in beds. Big beds with thick duvets and fluffy pillows. Rocks and soil tossed into a fancy casket lacked the comfort of a queen-sized foam mattress and satin sheets. The dirt packs down so someone has to fluff it daily, and there are bugs in it. Imagine having a centipede skitter over the nape of your neck after you’ve gone to bed but not being able to leap up to brush the bug off because the damn sun might touch you and turn you to dust. It was a nightmare come to life, even more so than moving to a new apartment or root canal or tax preparation. My husband got an earful when we crawled out of those damn coffins.
Vincente, my new spouse, and the elder vampire who embraced me after a near death experience for me as his thrall, took it all in stride. He was incredibly unflappable about most things.
“Dumpling, the next time you feel a creepy crawly simply grab it, crack the lid, and flick the little shit out,” he said, rising from his own coffin, gloriously naked, his skin pearly white in the soft lights dangling overhead. Long legged, ebony-haired, eyes blue as a sapphire, he was the most beautiful creature that I had ever seen. Of course, beauty is a hunting weapon for a vampire. It lures humans to them, stirring up lust and desire. Add in that vampires can delve into the minds of others and control them and you can see why few can resist offering up their veins.
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