28 October 2016
MLR Press / ARe / Amazon
When a dentist meets an average suburban vampire, it may just be a match made in heaven.
Tom is your typical modern vampire. He lives in a detached house in the suburbs, pays his taxes, and bemoans the price of bottled blood. He doesn't usually tell people what he is, but sometimes it can't be helped, like now, when he has toothache and needs the assistance of a dentist.
Martyn's night isn't going too well at all. He's working late, his patient is a vampire, and now they're being mugged. But what sort of a vampire is Tom if he can't leap to the rescue and use his superpowers to save them?
There's only one way to find out and Martyn, a self-confessed geek with a love for all things vampire, intends to get to know Tom better, despite the bloodsucker's fear of dentists.
Outside, the street seemed to be deserted, but in this part of town, you could never quite tell for sure.
“Where are you parked?” Tom asked.
“The staff car park, round the back.” Dr Coleman gestured down the street, toward the corner he had hurried round earlier.
“I’ll walk you to your car,” Tom said.
“Because it’s late at night, and this is a rather disreputable area.”
“I’m a grown man and perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
Tom could tell he’d insulted the dentist, but decided to ignore the man’s annoyance. He walked toward the alley leading to the car park and waited for Dr Coleman to join him.
The dentist rolled his eyes and marched ahead of him, leaving Tom hurrying to catch up.
Half way down the alley, a shadowy figure stepped into their path.
“Your wallets, now,” the mugger demanded.
Tom caught the quick flash of a blade, and he flashed a smugly satisfied, albeit brief, smile at Dr Coleman.
Dr Coleman stared at him expectantly. Tom frowned. He had a feeling the dentist was trying to convey some silent message to him, but he had never been particularly good at interpreting body language. Mind reading would have been real handy right now. Unfortunately, while fictional vampires had the ability, Tom didn’t. Life as a vampire had been disappointing from day one, and it hadn’t improved over the years.
“Hurry up,” the mugger snarled. “If you poufs can stop making googly eyes at each other.”
“Excuse me?” Tom asked. “What did you call me?”
The mugger jabbed the blade toward them. “Stop stalling and hand ‘em over.”
Tom sighed, gave a moment of thanks that he had very little cash on him, and tossed his wallet at the mugger.
“What are you doing?” Dr Coleman asked. “Aren’t you going to fight him?”
“Using your, er, unique abilities.”
“I don’t have any.”
Dr Coleman frowned. “What? None at all?”
“But you insisted on escorting me to my car. Wasn’t the reason in case something like this happened?”
“I was being polite.”
About the Author
L.M. Brown is an English writer of gay romances. She believes that there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other… unless it is three.
When L.M. Brown isn’t bribing her fur babies for control of the laptop, she can usually be found with her nose in a book.