The Blueprint (Rules of Possession #1)

by S.E. Harmon

Hell, things weren’t right in my world if I didn’t see Kelly for too long. So the fuck what. Everyone had a crutch. My crutch just happened to be of the dark-haired, gray-eyed, mouthy, and annoying variety.

“I only wish he were gay too.” You would’ve thought she’d roundhouse-kicked him in the face. His fair skin suffused with color as far as his hairline. He stuttered for a bit, drama personified, and finally gasped, “Mother.” His mother flapped her hands. “I’m just saying I wished he were. So he could be my son-in-law.”

Maybe I should just wear a rope of garlic around my neck. The added benefit would be no vampires, and I could use it to hang myself when the loneliness became unbearable.

“I have a plan, Kel, and this is nowhere in that plan. Eventually I want to get married. Have kids. You know how important family is to me.” “Being with me wouldn’t make that an impossibility.” I smiled a little. “I don’t know if you heard, but the heteros stopped hogging all the misery of marriage to themselves.”

“A Hummer?” “I have a good-sized penis, but thanks.”