Blood Hunger

By Gina Savage

Eric and Carey have just moved into their new place but they're both unhappy in their marriage. While Eric is at work, Carey begins to unpack and discovers that a mix-up with the movers. There is one carton filled with someone else's possessions -- in the box she finds bloody clothing and a diary of a female vampire. Fascinated, she tracks the vampire down with the desire of becoming one herself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trellis Publishing
• Release date: Jul 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201144371

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Chapter One

On their first day in New York, Carey couldn’t help but stare out the window. She’d never seen snow before. Neither had Eric—not that he remembered, anyway.

He’d been born in New York, in the middle of a warm spring, but his parents had moved down to Austin before he even took his first steps. Carey, on the other hand, had been born and raised in Birmingham, Alabama, then went to the University of Texas at Austin for school. She’d never been up north before the day they found their new home.

She hadn’t really wanted to move in the first place. She had family in the south and friends and a good job that was everything to her, but Eric had been offered a position at NYU that he just couldn’t pass up. She’d fought him for a solid month about it; raged about the injustice of having to give up her life and happiness for his own gains and not getting anything in return. He then reminded her of the many job offers she had in New York and she’d no choice but to concede.

They hadn’t really talked very much after that.

Even now, as she stood looking out the window, Eric was sorting their boxes by room. The movers had barely moved past the front room of their new brownstone and they hadn’t exactly been gentle with them anyway. Eric had absolutely no intention of helping Carey empty the boxes into their respective places, but he insisted on doing all the grunt work and allowing her the chance to organize the way she wanted to.

After all, he’d said, you have a full week off before you go to work at your new restaurant.

Carey had gritted her teeth at that. He had that smug smile on his face when he said it, as if she actually loved being appointed the head chef of some second-rate Creole restaurant, when she’d been a near owner of her own place back in Austin. She’d only had a few months left before Harrison Garner retired and left it to her, as he’d promised. Now it would go to somebody else just because her husband was selfish and self-centered.

When Carey told her mother that she was moving to New York, she’d advised her to leave Eric.

Darling, she’d said, you have no ties to the man. Nothing keeping you tethered to him. Just tell him to go without you. You can get yourself a nice bachelorette pad and find a man that won’t ever make you choose between him and your career.

It’s not that simple, Mama, Carey had sighed. I love him. I don’t want to leave him or let him go without me. Especially not for something as silly as a job at a restaurant. I could get that anywhere.

Mama had just tutted at her and shook her head, then the conversation was over.

And they moved to New York.

And Carey was already miserable. And Eric was smug and insufferable. She had half a mind to make him sleep in one of the guest rooms, though she knew it would never work. He’d just sneak into their bedroom in the middle of the night and she wouldn’t even feel him. She slept like the dead.

Then he’d be smug about that, too. It was better not to test him. It would only end in annoyance.

Besides, there was one good thing about New York in the winter; snow.

It was like magic. Tiny particles of frozen water falling from the sky, coating the ground in a fresh, white blanket. It was so white...so pure.

Aw, dammit, Eric groaned as he came up behind her. "That’s going to be hell