Matheus Taylor didn’t ask to be murdered. Quin didn’t care. Now, Matheus runs for his life, questions his sexual orientation & defies a mysterious new threat to vampires within his city.

Matheus lay face down in the dirt, contemplating his new life.

All in all, it sucked. Pun unintended.

According to everything pop culture told him, he should be beating women off with a stick. They should swarm, Beatles-style, whenever he left the house. One brooding, smoldering glance from Matheus, and women would hurtle toward him like steel to an electromagnet.

Lies. Horrible, horrible lies.

“I think focusing on a single style would be better,” said Bianca. “Once he has the basics of one, then he can move on to others.”

“I disagree,” said Juliet. “A more rounded approach is required.”

Matheus raised his head enough to see two red-soled heels and a pair of Converse All-Stars face off. He groaned and returned to his original dirt-eating position.

“I’m not talking about years of dedication. Mat’s not going to be winning any MMA titles. I’ve seen more graceful amputees. I just think focusing on one thing at a time would give him more of a chance to succeed and build confidence. Confidence is very important.”

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