Drain Me Dry (Deadly Liaisons #1)

By Leigh Wilder

Synopsis:

19 year old Jamie has had it with living. He has a terrible job, no friends, and his home life is unbearable. He wants to end it all, but is too frightened to slit his own wrists. Instead he goes to The Victorian, a seedy underground blood den for vampires and their groupies, where he hopes to find an angel of death to end it all for him. Instead he finds Damian, who has much sexier things on his mind than death. Will Jamie succeed in his plan of suicide by vampire, or will he get an unexpected HEA?

This story is m/m paranormal erotica. It contains BDSM, anal sex, dubious consent, blood play, age gap (116 years), bjs.

Trigger warnings: suicidal thoughts, abuse.

word count: 8,000

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leigh Wilder
• Release date: Oct 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301731398

Leigh Wilder

Leigh Wilder has been writing for 20 years. She published her first story at the age of 20, but hasn't been actively pursuing publication until recently. She lives in Columbus, OH with her husband and 3 cats.

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Dead End Streets: Drain Me Dry

By Leigh Wilder

Copyright Leigh Wilder 2012

Smashwords Edition

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Jamie’s hand shook as he held the box cutter over his wrist. Do it, he muttered to himself. Do it you coward, you freak. He pressed the blade against the skin over pale blue veins, but it was dull from over-use. His skin would not separate. His whole body was shaking now. He was so close to ending it all. Peace. Peace from the last nineteen years of hell. He pushed harder.

Hey! Fag-boy! Gareth poked his head into the stock room and Jamie let the box cutter clatter to the floor. The kitchen ain’t gonna clean itself you know, he said with a harsh laugh. Jamie thought he saw a flash of fang and his heart picked up its pace, but no. Vamps rarely showed fang unless they were going to feed, and Gareth had already made it perfectly clear he wasn’t going to touch Jamie.

Gareth disappeared and Jamie picked up the box cutter and set it on a shelf. The urge to kill himself had passed, for the moment. In the kitchen, Gareth hopped up on the counter and lit a cigarette, while Jamie grabbed a broom and started sweeping up the day's mess. The floor of the Taco King was notoriously disgusting by the end of the shift—broken taco shells, chunks of greasy meat, and lettuce that had been stamped into mush from Gareth’s heavy boots.

Jamie glanced at Gareth as he worked, unable to stop looking at him even though he hated him. Gareth had probably been only average looking before being bitten, but vamps had a tendency to be attractive regardless of their features. Gareth had shampoo commercial hair and hands that looked like they had daily attention