The Blood is Life: Novella Book One

Grace should have walked away the day a dark and handsome stranger sat down across from her at the café, so why didn't she? Maybe it was the worn copy of Dracula in his hands, or the way he recited Oscar Wilde to her at a whim. It could have also been the way his eyes promised her a wild night of passion. But as Grace sits on the floor of her dark bathroom, her throat burning and body changing, she can't help but ask herself again why she didn't walk away. Now, there was only one man who could answer her question : What the hell was she turning into?