How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager (Guides for Dating Vampires, #1)

by D.N. Bryn

“Yeah, I’m bi.” With the serious nod of an assassin about to commit to a murder, Vincent said, “Hi bi, I’m gay.” That undid Wesley so fully that he choked on his last bite of mac and cheese. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Vincent lifted his spoon threateningly. “Do not cite the deep jokes at me, son, I was there when they were written!”

I’m kind of pathetic, as vampires go. I don’t make for a dramatic, mysterious predator. I’m like the grimy sewer variety of a vampire that you shoo off your lawn with a broom.”

Wesley deserved some kind of award for what they’d just pulled off. Maybe a stupidest plan ever doesn’t fail—yet award, or an idiot fumbles through life on sheer charisma award.