“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 location Virdia picked out for them was the very cafe that they’d been at when Azazel had pitched VLOOD to him. It’s strange to recall their lives then in comparison to now. So much had changed in so little time. 


Virdia also called on their drive over to inform Alastair of the details of their little play. Oliver and he would have some time to chat and then Virdia and Azazel will just happen to walk in and notice them. Easy enough.


“Have fun, Daisy,” Virdia coos with some amusement before ending the call.


“Daisy?” Alastair questions as they park on the street.


“Oh! Oh my god, that’s me,” Oliver laughs, he trills his voice up higher before continuing. “I’m Daisy,” he informs with a grin.


“It’s cute,” Alastair confirms, leaning in to give ‘Daisy’ a kiss. When he pulls away, Oliver is grinning so much Alastair wonders if it hurts. 


Chapter 39: My Boyfriend Girlfriend