Having my mom ripped from my life was the last thing I expected to happen right at the beginning of my senior year. I had to move to a sleepy town out in the middle of Nowheresville to live with my dad. On top of that, the cute-but-creepy neighbor makes me sick. He thinks he’s so hot with his killer smile and strange eyes. After coming to my rescue, things get even stranger between us and I’m starting to believe that Troy isn’t telling me everything.
But that’s nothing. Rocke, Troy’s mega-hot cousin, strolls into town and it’s pretty clear that he is just as mischievous as his smile. For some reason, I keep letting him get under my skin and I can’t even deny that I like it. And it’s so wrong.
What’s also wrong is that Troy and Rocke aren’t exactly human. Yeah, go figure. Leave it to me to crush on the hottest guys in town who are faeries—actually they prefer the term faeblood. With all the strange attacks happening, they claim innocence, which can only mean that something dark has made its way to our little town. And I have no intention of being the next target, even if I have to face my darkest nightmare.
My book sales are prety steady and I am looking to generate a bigger audience from overseas.
“Speaking of school, said,” Alaric, “There’s a boy that lives next door—Troy DiMaggio. Maybe you can go over there and introduce yourself and meet some of his friends.” Alaric paused and added, “I’m not sure if he’s gay or not. Maybe that could be something for you to find out for yourself.”
“Yeah, I guess I could go over one day.”
“One day?” Alaric raised an eyebrow. Why do tomorrow what you can do today?” He laughed to himself. “Don’t be a procrastinator, kiddo.”
“Okay?” I said, taking a sip of orange juice.
Alaric’s face suddenly lit up. “Hey, I’ve got an idea—why don’t you invite him over for breakfast?”
I gawked at him, caught off guard. “You mean right now?”
“Yeah. There’s going to be enough food here to feed an army—and I’m on a diet so there will be plenty of food to go around.”
I stared at him. “You’re serious?”
He chuckled. “Yes, I’m serious. He’s a nice kid. A bit strange but I like him.”
“Strange how?”
“I don’t know. Like, he keeps to himself and he lives in that big old house by himself. He has a cousin but he hardly comes around. I’m sure he gets lonely. I sure would.”
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Translated by Cristina García
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