“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 sleeps an absolutely luxurious four hours before he springs back into reality like he’s being hunted. Vampires do not have dreams. To say they sleep is even a stretch since it’s more like a state of dormancy. 


There is no breathing or heartbeat involved. Vampires have always had the ability to do this and, in fact, most of his ancestors went dormant in coffins during the day. Perhaps with their bodies being able to tolerate the sun now, vampires just found sleeping a chore and did it less and less. 


Alastair would have to admit that he felt that way for a while. However, crawling into bed with a clingy human heater seemed to make him consider the idea of laying dormant and beautiful luxury. Most of the time. 


Chapter 19: Complacent Remorse