T. Michelle Nelson
October 5, 2012
eBook, 252 pages
For Lily Drake, slaying vampires is easy…Dating them is the hard part.
Lily Drake is your everyday hard-working single mom…until a gorgeous vampire shows up on her front door who she mistakenly assumes is her blind date for the evening. As one crazy scenario after another unfolds, Lily finds herself falling in love with two vampires, slaying the evil ones, and being prophesied as the savior of the entire undead race. Deciding between pizza and Chinese take-out will no longer be one of the hard decisions facing Lily Drake once she is immersed into vampire society.
Humanity or immortality? That doesn’t hold a candle against this question – which of the two handsome vampire cousins?
The Life and Death of Lily Drake is not your typical vampire love story. It’s a tale about the humorous mistakes a woman makes simply trying to survive not only life, but the dating scene. How will Lily manage working full-time, taking care of her young son and fighting the undead at every turn?
Lily will have to figure it out, but who better to save the world than a mom?
about this author
When T. Michelle Nelson was a little girl she told people she was going to be a skeleton when she grew up. Most people assumed she confused the question with “What do you want to be for Halloween?” She doesn’t remember, but thinks it’s debatable either way. With her love of all things monster and horror, it’s possible she actually did want to grow up to be a skeleton. Years later, little has changed. T. Michelle still loves her monsters, but now she writes about them.
Originally from Western Kentucky, T. Michelle is a graduate of Murray State University. She now resides in picturesque Mount Vernon, Ohio, which is also the setting of her novel, The Life and Death of Lily Drake. When she isn’t vicariously living through her characters, T. Michelle Nelson is a not-so-mild-mannered mother, semi-decent baker and lousy volleyball player.
What exactly had happened? The guy from her dream, Mathias, had saved her. He pulled some cracked-out vampire off her and killed him by a dumpster. She would take herself directly to the mental institution herself if she truly believed that.
Thinking hard, ignoring the headache, she tried again. She had gone out with that pieceof-trash Terry. He’d taken her to a rat-hole bar. She’d given him the business out in the street. That explained it. Of course, there was no such thing as vampires, and even less probable would be a vampire who looked like a Greek god. Terry must have knocked her out cold, and she’d dreamed the rest. Frantically, she began trying to figure out how she had gotten home from the alley, when a voice interrupted her thoughts.
“You remember me.”
Lily froze for a moment, too scared to even move. Someone was in her bedroom. She lay so still she doubted anyone would guess she was even breathing. Seconds turned to minutes and she slowly began to reach for the lamp on the nightstand. Before Lily could twist the switch on, he spoke again.
“You aren’t supposed to remember, you know.” Quickly she flipped the switch and the muted light of the lamp poured across the room.
The man from her dream—Mathias—sat in the round papasan chair, the one she used as a catchall for stuff she didn’t have time to put back in her closet. He had one foot kicked across his other knee and appeared quite comfortable. She wondered how long he had been sitting there.
“You are real?”
“You remember me. Once they refuse, no one has ever remembered the events of an
offer being made.”
“I only remember you from a dream. Dreams aren’t real. Vampires aren’t real!”
“This is going to be a problem.”
He sighed and Lily wondered what could be a problem for him, when she was the one with a strange man sitting in her bedroom while she slept. Obviously she was still dreaming. She’d never had a dream where she felt the pain of a headache, but then again she’d never had a dream that felt so real either.
Could be worse, Lily thought. She could be falling off a cliff or being chased by an axewielding maniac. Might as well enjoy this one. She’d spent all day thinking about him after her dream the previous night. Maybe she could use her imagination and spice this one up a bit.
She sat up on the bed, running her eyes over every inch of him and remembering that kiss they’d shared on the balcony of the Chapman Mansion. Maybe if she concentrated hard enough, she could pop the two of them back over there and finish up where they’d left off.