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As a dreadful twenty-first birthday present, Rosemary Sanguine was granted the gift of her own life by Thyme, a vampire who stopped her from becoming someone else’s next meal. Still, turning into a vampire was better than death, or so Rosemary thought. Now, she must deal with an unquenchable thirst for blood as she struggles to be a “good vampire,” one who does not kill humans.
However, for these vampires, feeding on animals is not an option. They can only feed on humans, specifically humans of the same blood type. From knocking over the Red Cross to milking her human boyfriend, Rosemary will try anything to keep her innocence intact.
On the other end of the spectrum is Thyme. He has no love for humans, or “cows” as he calls them. They are nothing more than food, and Rosemary is nothing more than an annoyance. But for Rosemary, Thyme is her only friend, the only one who understands her suffering, the only one who can save her from herself.
“You were right, Thyme. That story was not hopeful. Don’t you have any stories of happy vampire couples, like the ones in books and movies?”
“Life rarely imitates art, Rosemary, because art is always hopeful, but there is nothing hopeful about vampirism. It is a curse, and the benefit that excites so many people’s imagination, that of long life, so often becomes nothing but a prison sentence, one made with bars of unfulfilled desire, guarded by sentinels of sorrow and regret, and mastered only by a warden of death.”
This book contains mild language, strong violence, and some sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Word Count: 93,000
However, for these vampires, feeding on animals is not an option. They can only feed on humans, specifically humans of the same blood type. From knocking over the Red Cross to milking her human boyfriend, Rosemary will try anything to keep her innocence intact.
On the other end of the spectrum is Thyme. He has no love for humans, or “cows” as he calls them. They are nothing more than food, and Rosemary is nothing more than an annoyance. But for Rosemary, Thyme is her only friend, the only one who understands her suffering, the only one who can save her from herself.
“You were right, Thyme. That story was not hopeful. Don’t you have any stories of happy vampire couples, like the ones in books and movies?”
“Life rarely imitates art, Rosemary, because art is always hopeful, but there is nothing hopeful about vampirism. It is a curse, and the benefit that excites so many people’s imagination, that of long life, so often becomes nothing but a prison sentence, one made with bars of unfulfilled desire, guarded by sentinels of sorrow and regret, and mastered only by a warden of death.”
This book contains mild language, strong violence, and some sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Word Count: 93,000
