I looked at my town’s most well-known vampire with trepidation. I had to admit he didn’t look terribly vampy. In fact, he looked normal. His hair was short in an old-fashioned haircut typical of the 1920’s, the decade he’d become a vampire. Clean-shaven, looking not a day over 30, with sharp, handsome features. Not rugged and somehow worn like Dan, but elegantly masculine in the way of old-time movie actors like Errol Flynn and Clark Gable.
Okay, I’ll admit it. The darn bloodsucker looked as scrumptious as my Marlboro Man. I couldn’t discern the slightest bit of undead about him. He inspired visions of naughtiness dancing in my head.
Releasing January 6
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