“One of Alastair’s hands grips onto the waist of Oliver’s torn jeans and the other rakes into that beautiful, curly mess of brown hair. 

Alastair finds himself pushing, starving for a kind of affection he has long lacked in his life. The curve of Oliver’s back increases as he leans into him. Alastair spreads his hand wide against the curve of Oliver’s spine and parts his lips in a further attempt to devour the other."

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The Vampiric Lenoir siblings enjoy a life of fame and wealth thanks to their parents' successes in selling ethical vampiric products in this modern world. Alastair, the middle child, has resigned himself to a life of service. Namely, keeping his siblings out of trouble and the good name of their parents out of the tabloids. That is until he meets a particularly handsome necromancer who claims to have invented plant-based vegan blood all on his own.

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Blood, Coffee, and Cream is written by N.S. Quinn, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Blood, Coffee, and Cream

Alastair does end up falling asleep. He knows this because his consciousness is shoved harshly back into reality by the sound of clattering dishes. Both him and Oliver shoot bold upright, but not because the noise had also disturbed Oliver. Oliver had managed to crawl on top of him during the night so, when Alastair was startled into rising, so too, was Oliver brought along.


Oliver snorts and clings to him tighter, then blinks up at Alastair. For a moment, the tension seems to ease away from both their bodies as they smile sleepily at each other. This is ridiculous, they barely know each other. Alastair doesn’t care.


They jolt again when another dish clatters and a cabinet door is slammed. Oliver sighs.


“Lea must have seen your clothes,” he says with closed eyes and a miserable tone. 


Chapter 11: Five Foot and Full of Rage