Hello, everyone! Thank you, lovely Nell, for allowing me back on the blog.
I’m Holly Day, and I write MM Romance stories for different holidays. I have a new story out. It’s called Vampire Lee, and I wrote it to celebrate Plant Something Day.
Many of my books have characters who are into gardening, because I’m into gardening, but this isn’t one of them. Seeds will find their way into the ground, but it’s with some reluctance they end up there 😁
A Vampire Chew Toy is one of my favourite stories of those I’ve written, and one of my most read ones too. That’s not always the case, let me tell you! Most of the stories I like the most sell the least copies. If it’s because I like weird things or something about the cover/blurb simply doesn’t appeal to readers, I don’t know, but it is what it is.
In this case, though, my feelings about the story and public opinion align. A rarity! And when I wrote A Vampire Chew Toy, I set it up to be a series. Most often I don’t do that. When I started writing as Holly, I promised myself to only do stand-alone stories, so I wouldn’t get caught up in the stress of having to complete a series.
It’s not one of my strong suits. I’m easily distracted. A new shiny story idea is always more interesting than an old tried one. New monsters always more fascinating. New characters more interesting. And I stuck to my no-series claim for about two years. Then the curse of the secondary characters set in.
I have a tendency to fall in love with my sidekicks. The best friend deserves love too! And the colleague, and the guy next door, and the werewolf in the attic. It’s just the way it is.
But with A Vampire Chew Toy, I set myself up for a series from the start, and then… Yeah, it’s been a year and a half, and I meant to write Rei’s story.
Which I didn’t.
Vampire Lee is about *surprise, surprise* Lee. Lee is a vampire who works in the shifter bar, and he hears something he wasn’t meant to hear. From what he gathers, there is an underground fighting ring in Hagwall and people are forced to fight against their will.
Lee goes to the house where Mars, Murrie, Hanna, Rei, Faelan, Devin and Dillon live. Everyone but Dillon works for a paranormal police unit, but it’s Dillon who catches Lee’s interest.
Dillon has had enough of vampires to last him a lifetime or two, but he ends up sharing a bed with Lee, and without meaning to, he gets roped into the whole fighting ring investigation. And maybe, just maybe, he likes Lee despite him being a vampire. Except when he’s being stupid, of course.
It’s a story with a traumatic past, kidnapping, found family, and a shared bed. And I think it’s best you read A Vampire Chew Toy first, even though the heroes in this don’t play any big roles in A Vampire Chew Toy.
Blurb:
Can you chase away imaginary monsters with real life monsters?
Dillon Ross lives in a huge mansion together with six other people. Four of them turn furry, one drinks blood regularly, and one is a former blood slave, just like him. Seven months ago, he was rescued from a fate worse than death, and he’s been doing his best to avoid people ever since. Which is hard when you have well-meaning but nosy roommates.
Lee Dowell is a vampire working in a shifter bar. One day, he hears something he wasn’t meant to hear, and while his first reaction is to ignore it, he reaches out to the supernatural version of the police. It might not have been his smartest move, since he now has a target on his back.
Dillon isn’t pleased to realize he is sharing a floor with a vampire. There are enough monsters in his head, he doesn’t need one in his space too. But Lee has put himself in danger by trying to help some people held captive, and his roommates are trying to keep him safe. Lee doesn’t do humans, but when Dillon’s nightmares wake him time and time again, he wants nothing more than to gather him in his arms and chase away his fears. But can you chase away imaginary monsters with real life monsters?
Paranormal gay romance: 50,312 words
Buy links:
JMS Books :: Amazon
Excerpt:
Dillon was looking out the window. Rei, Faelan, Mars, and Devin were placing pallet collars around the lawn. So far it looked like they were trying out different options. There was a lot of gesturing on Devin’s part and a lot of carrying and moving things around on the others.
He shuddered at the thought of being around Rei, Faelan, and Mars for any amount of time. And being outdoors? Part of him longed for it, but the outdoors was exposed. Anyone could grab him out there. It was safer to remain on the third floor behind closed doors.
He’d been on the patio the night before with Devin, and it had been equal parts terrifying and freeing. Fresh air. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d sat somewhere and breathed fresh air.
When they’d walked inside, Mars had been standing right inside the door. He’d given Dillon a small nod, which he believed was an acknowledgment of the text he’d sent.
He’d then spent the remainder of the night agonizing over said text. Mars must think him insane, believing someone would kidnap them. Not only believing it, but he’d also taken steps to protect Devin from the unseen monsters out there.
It wasn’t until he was halfway down the stairs after he was sure everyone had eaten their breakfast that it hit him—he’d reached out to a monster to help protect him from monsters. Was it the reason Devin was with Mars? Date a vampire to scare away other vampires?
It made sense. Sort of.
Mars loved Devin, of that he had no doubt, but what did Devin get out of it? Safety?
He looked out the window again. Devin was laughing at something, and Rei was grinning at him. It wasn’t often Rei grinned, but when he did, it was most often with Devin. Or Dillon shouldn’t make assumptions, he hadn’t seen enough of Rei to judge him fairly. Maybe he grinned all the time when he was working at his desk.
Dillon left the window to fill a bottle and water the pepper plants Devin had given him. The least he could do was to try to keep them alive now when it looked like they were getting a garden.
Riffling through the seed packs Devin had bought, he read the instructions. Several of these should’ve been sown already. Tomatoes and carrots and there were some packs of different flowers. Sweet peas.
His breath froze.
A hazy memory of one of the foster homes he’d stayed in rose in his mind. There had been sweet peas growing along one side of the patio. Dillon had spent hours on end on the patio simply smelling them. He hadn’t lived there for long, only a few months, but he remembered sweet peas.
He read the instructions and headed for the door. Once he came down the stairs, he stopped. He had no idea where they had pots or soil or anything else he might need. If they had anything at all.
Hanna exited the office, hesitated before she gave him a soft smile and edged toward the kitchen, leaving as much space between them as she possibly could.
“Hanna?”
She stopped and turned to him.
“Are there any pots and eh… potting soil?”
A huge grin stretched her lips. “Yes, Devin bought some. I think he put it in the broom closet in the kitchen. Murrie told him to carry it into the basement, but…” Her voice died away, then she straightened her back. “Devin doesn’t do basements.”
Smart.
Dillon nodded a thanks since he couldn’t find his voice. Basement. He shuddered. For the most part, he forgot there was a basement. Murrie had told him there was a gym down there he was welcome to use. When Dillon had balked, he’d sighed and told him Devin wouldn’t go there either.
About Holly Day
According to Holly Day, no day should go by uncelebrated and all of them deserve a story. If she’ll have the time to write them remains to be seen. She lives in rural Sweden with a husband, four children, more pets than most, and wouldn’t last a day without coffee.
Holly gets up at the crack of dawn most days of the week to write gay romance stories. She believes in equality in fiction and in real life. Diversity matters. Representation matters. Visibility matters. We can change the world one story at the time.
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