Single Male Vampire releases tomorrow!
Dating in the vampire world isn’t as easy as it sounds…
For
Andrew, an old-world vampire existing in the modern age, life is hard
enough without the additional challenge of dating in this confounding
chaos called the twenty-first century. Yet Andrew’s best friend is
determined to set him up, come hell or high water. Online dating and ads
in the classified figuratively suck, leaving only one solid
solution—the old-fashioned way.
Spencer is an enigma. Both flirty
and mysterious, he’s a walking contradiction from what vampires ought to
be, including working in the spotlight as an Elvis impersonator. But
there’s something about Spencer that intrigues Andrew, draws him in, and
adds excitement and a sense of adventure to his normally dull days.
There’s only one problem—he’s everything that drives Andrew nuts in a man.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
Single, slightly pale,
male vampire, searching for lonely male vampire. Must enjoy carry-out in a bag,
strolling the cemetery under a full moon and watching poor-taste horror flicks.
No vengeful sword carriers, please. Age isn’t an issue. Furry puppies not
excluded.
Cassidy read the script then burst out in giggles. She hid
her face with the paper until Andrew ripped it from her grasp and scowled.
“What?” She seemingly tried hard to stop laughing, but
couldn’t quite do so as her lips continued to twitch. Holding her stomach, she
erupted in another round.
Andrew hoped the stern frown on his face and the displeased
thinning of his mouth would warn her that he wasn’t the least amused.
Sitting up straight, she snatched the paper back. He knew
she took this project seriously, pulling out all the stops to get him hooked up
with another guy. She had his best interests at heart, but he wasn’t sure she
was going about it the right way.
Yeah, he wanted to find a lover, a companion. Sort of. But,
somehow, putting an ad in the local paper didn’t seem like the ideal route to
track down the best man for the job. “This is ridiculous. I’m not looking for a
plumber, Cassidy.”
Her lips twitched once again. “You’re kinky. Really kinky.”
“Huh?” He blinked, having lost the trail of her warped mind.
“All those tubes and snakes. Let’s not forget the butt crack
when the guy bends over.” She laughed so hard she snorted.
The temptation to start yanking his hair out increased by
leaps and bounds.
“Oh, my.” She sucked in air, flicked her gaze to him, then
straightened her back and simmered down—mostly.
We’ll see how long
that lasts.
“I don’t think it’s bad at all.” He stuck his nose in the
air, feeling put upon by her mild criticism and obvious humor at his expense.
“It’s not bad, it just needs an adjustment or two.” She
chewed on her nail as she reread the submission to the singles section in the
local paranormal newspaper.
She covered another laugh with a cough.
Andrew arched his eyebrow. The action conveyed that he was quickly
losing patience with her. Normally, it worked. Today, he wasn’t betting on
anything. After all, he sat in front of the computer, ready to type in a
ridiculous ad for a boyfriend. The idea still hit him as preposterous.
“Well, let’s see. The last line about the puppies.”
“What’s wrong with it? Although I would prefer another
vampire, I suppose if the right werewolf came along, I’d give him a try.” He
puffed his chest out. “I’m nothing if not an equal-opportunity dating sort of
man.”
“Uh-huh. And the way it reads people will either think you’ve
got some sort of kinky dog fetish, are into bestiality or both.” Another round
of giggles escaped. “Or are into cradle-robbing those werewolves.” She tamped
it down to a silly grin. “Shame on you being prejudiced toward old shifters.
You, being positively ancient,
shouldn’t throw rocks at glass houses.”
“I’m not prejudiced,” he bit out. “And not ancient, either.”
She waved the paper at him. “Furry puppies not excluded.”
“Argh!” Andrew grabbed the paper from her hand, wadded it up
and tossed it over his shoulder. The pile littered the floor, nearly covering
the small area behind his desk. He rested his face in his hands. “I give up.”
“Hey, it’s not that
bad. We can fix this.” She picked up another piece of paper and a pen.
“I haven’t dated in five hundred years, Cass. Even if
another man was interested, I wouldn’t know what to do with him.” The admission
escaped on a thready whisper. He hated bringing up the past, but he needed her
to understand a few things. No telling who she’d find for him if he didn’t lay
down a few basics. He blew out a long breath and focused on her again.
She blinked at him with wide eyes.
He lifted his head and read the question plastered on her
face. Unable to resist, he rolled his eyes. Again. “I still know how to do that. At least I sure hope I do.” His
chin fell to his chest. The earlier enthusiasm dissipated as he considered how
long it really had been since he’d bedded a man. Long enough for a few
generations to come and go.
“Awww. Don’t worry. So, you haven’t been in the game for a
while. No biggie.”
“Five hundred years is ‘no biggie’?” He gawked at her.
She grinned. “Nope. Because you have me.”
He groaned dramatically. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Hey, have I ever led you astray?”
He opened his mouth, preparing to recite the long, continually
growing, list.
“Don’t answer that.” She cut him off before he could utter a
sound. “It’ll be just fine. We’ll find you the greatest man ever.” She tapped
her chin with the pen. “What could possibly go wrong?”
He dropped his forehead to the desk.
Available from:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Single-Male-Vampire-Cheyenne-Meadows-ebook/dp/B074V6R9LF/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1506391700&sr=8-4&keywords=cheyenne+meadows
Totally Bound/Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/single-male-vampire
