My Immortal Valentine

By Isla Chiu

Two weeks after losing my home, I end up finding my soulmate. His name is Ambrose, and he's handsome, caring, and oh yeah, a vampire.

 

I've had a recent string of bad luck. A few months ago, I lost my job, and two weeks ago, I got kicked out of my apartment after missing one too many rent payments. Since then, I've been napping in coffee shops and crashing on park benches.

 

Desperate for something more comfortable than a cold bench, I break into a seemingly vacated mansion. I find a soft bed, but that's not all I discover. In the morning, the owner of the house returns, and it turns out he's a freaking vampire. But instead of wanting to eat me, he wants to make me his valentine.

 

Get ready for Valentine's Day with this sweet and sexy short story containing cavity-inducing instalove, a down on her luck heroine, a gorgeous vampire, and a HEA! Part of Romance Books You Should Be Reading: The Holiday Collection, a collaboration between your favorite authors of paranormal and scifi romance!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Feb 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393527268

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My problematic favorites include Taylor Swift and Gone with the Wind. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction. 

Book preview

My Immortal Valentine

Istare at the Gothic mansion before me. Something about it gives me the heebie-jeebies. I shiver when I look at the stone gargoyles near the roof. The statues seem like they’re scowling at me. It wouldn’t surprise me if the house is crawling with ghosts.

Yet I’m thinking about breaking in.

The last few months have sucked majorly. Since I lost my job at the bookstore (it closed because it sold only travel books and who the hell buys travel books anymore when there’s Google), I’ve had a long string of bad luck. Despite me applying for every job under the sun, from temp gigs at offices to shitty minimum-wage jobs at restaurants that probably have multiple health code violations, no one would hire me. It wasn’t long before I missed a rent payment, then another one. Eventually, my landlord got fed up with me, and two weeks ago, I found my broke ass evicted. Since then, I’ve been taking naps at 24-hour coffee shops, sleeping on park benches, and taking showers in the rec center.

And now I find myself looking at the (most likely haunted) mansion. There must be at least one bed in the massive house. Hell, even a sofa sounds like unimaginable luxury to me right now.

I check my surroundings. There’s no car in the driveway, I don’t see any security cameras, and all of the windows are dark. Sweat forms on my palms. Can I break into the mansion? I’ve never broken the law.