The casual adventures of a vigilante vampire and a woman who doesn’t remember how humans are supposed to work.
In a Dingy Diner at 1 am
Friends don’t let friends go hungry.
Just a Little Crick in the Neck
So, your new friend just shoved you off a roof so you’d miss the sun and you landed on your neck and now you’re stuck in a motel storage room. Now what?
What a Vampire Eats
It’s not French bread pizza and beer, unfortunately.
Honestly, It’s Hot Enough in Florida Without the Sun
It was so bright out by the time Honey busted through the door onto the motel roof she thought he was already dead. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she muttered to herself, scanning. She had gotten turned around on her way up. Which way was east? The sky in the direction she was facing…
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High Urban Fantasy Jazz 