Willow Faron was a girl with big dreams. She dreams of helping people and making sure they would come home to their parents after helping them at her clinic in Portland, Oregon. But the day after she opened her clinic/home, she found it robbed, and her robber was a vampire. 

Caught between two worlds and forced to serve the vampire as their only human doctor under a Blood Oath, Willow’s dreams have turned away with the setting sun. Only the vampire in question draws her further and further into the Underground, a fantastical world where myths and fairy tales come to life.

And what’s more, Willow doesn’t want to say no.

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Heaven help her. 

Willow didn’t know what came over her. She didn’t know why she did why she pressed her palm against Lilith, and ‘kissed’ her.

Was it the night's events making her frisky? Or was it simple desire?

Willow didn’t know, and she didn’t care. 

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Venipuncture is written by Damon Day, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.



Venipuncture

*A swamp, somewhere in Maryland, late 1700s*


Ethel’s breath came in ragged waves as she slumped under the tree she was using as cover. The fire in front of her provided no warmth, no solace. Not even the cup of coffee delivered to her by the handsome one, Roland, provided any comfort.


“So.” Roland’s voice was thick with an England accent. “I take it, young miss, that you’ve only recently turned, have you not?”


“W-what am I?” Ethel asked. “What…I….”


“Easy,” Roland coaxed. “You’ve become what some might call a *Homo Lamia,* a vampire.”


“A creature of the night,” Morgan answered. His body leaned against a nearby tree, his head, however, rested on a fallen log used as a bench. Ethel did her best not to stare, but she still snuck a glance now and again. “Even now, you feel it, don’t you? The urge, the desire for blood?”


Chapter 43: The Death of Ethel