“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

“You’ve barely been here for ten minutes and already one of you is making a scene,” Violet warns through a clenched smile.


“Sorry, mother,” the three siblings sing in unison.


“Where is Daisy?” Alastair asks a moment later, and realizes Violet has not returned with Oliver.


“Oh, don’t panic,” Violet sighs. “ She said she got a phone call from her sister. Oh, I hope she’s not avoiding me,” Violet complains. 


Alastair scans the room and spots Oliver turned into a corner, one ear on the receiver of his phone and the other covered by his free hand. Alastair cannot see his expression, but his body language does seem a bit concerning. Hopefully, Lea is simply checking in. Or maybe Oliver really just used the phone call as an excuse to get away from Violet. That would be understandable.


Chapter 45: The Weight of a Legacy