“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

The following days leave Alastair distracted by a sort of domestic bliss he was entirely unprepared for. Lea stops by several times to check on them and Hyacinth, who has claimed the entirety of the place as his home. 


Alastair has never had to share a bathroom before. He was expecting Oliver’s comforting mess of toiletries to take over, but it hadn’t occurred to him that the cat would demand to keep them both company when either of them needed to use the facilities. 


On one of Lea’s visits, she brings some equipment for Oliver to brew things and she notes that Hyacinth has taken a liking to Alastair.


“Normally cats seek out warmth, but well, since he’s not exactly living…” she notes, allowing Alastair to infer why the cat seemed to enjoy crawling inside his clothing.


“I think the reanimating process made him achy among other things,” Oliver notes with a hint of jealousy as Hyacinth snuggles into Alastair’s neck. 


Chapter 37: Ever Closer We Creep