About the Book
Title: Life as a Teenage Vampire
Author: Amanda Meuwissen
Genre: YA M/M Paranormal Romance
The last thing Emery expected at the end of his senior year of high school was to become a vampire and fall in love with his best friend… Emery Mavus just wants to survive his senior year of high school. Becoming a vampire complicates things. So does a bizarre mentor, a group of vampire hunters, and an unexpected, new attraction for his openly gay best friend, Connor. An occasional uncontrollable hunger for blood might be the least of his worries.
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“You’ve already fed, it seems, though quite poorly.” Alec squinted at Connor, at the Band-Aid on his neck peeking out of the sweatshirt, and reached without warning to rip it from his skin.
“Ow!” Connor’s teal hand flew up to the red and angry puncture wounds.
“Don’t be a baby,” Alec chided him, “I’m just going to show our fledgling here—so sorry, dear boy,” his gaze snapped to me, “but I haven’t actually gotten your name yet.” He folded up Connor’s Band-Aid and tossed it at my waste basket. At least he didn’t miss.
I had to tell him if only to stop him from calling either me or Connor ‘dear boy’ again. “Emery. And you’re going to show me what?”
“How to heal your good work, of course.” Alec grinned at Connor in a somehow equally playful and predatory manner. “Now move that lovely contraption of yours aside and let me demonstrate.”
Connor backed up a step. “What are you—”
“Don’t be difficult,” Alec said and caught Connor in a fierce stare. A stare that moments later had Connor’s arm dropping back to his side while a blank look washed over his face.
“Hey!” I hissed before Alec could take a single step closer to Connor. “You can’t just glamour him!”
Alec frowned at me like I was the one being unreasonable. “I think I just did.”
“I mean you don’t…have permission. I won’t let you.” It dawned on me as I said this that Connor and I had forgotten one of the major vampire tropes to test out—needing permission to enter someone’s home. Obviously, Alec hadn’t needed permission to sneak into my room. Or did it not count since I lived here and was also a vampire? But I didn’t own the house, it belonged to my parents; or did that not matter either?
I pushed these questions aside for now and pointed to Connor, who stood there staring forward like a wax statue, which was really disturbing. “Let him go!”
Alec rolled his eyes and, without any seeming effort, broke the spell. Connor blinked awareness and continued right on as if he hadn’t lost any time.
“—planning to do, because you need to at least explain whatever it is before you do it.”
“We could go over some glamouring basics as well,” Alec ignored him, “since you seem to be under the impression it’s dangerous or some rubbish. Clearly, he isn’t hurt. You merely need to get better at enthralling people and then releasing them when you’re done.”
“Fine, but no more glamouring Connor without permission,” I said.
“Wait, he did what?” Connor shot Alec a glare.
“See, he doesn’t even realize anything happened. What’s it matter?”
“Because it matters.”
We engaged in maybe a ten second staring match before Alec yielded, his manic smile coming back in full force as he laughed.
“My, you are fun,” he said. “Well done, Emery. I would have worried about William’s common sense after all if you were flippant about consent.”
Amanda has a Bachelor of Arts in a personally designed major from St. Olaf College in Creative Writing, and has been posting content online for many years, including maintaining the blog for the digital marketing company Outsell. She spent a summer writing screenplay script coverages for a company in L.A., and is an avid consumer of fiction through film, prose, and video games. Amanda lives in Minneapolis, MN, with her husband, John, and their cats, Helga and Sasha (no connection to the incubus of the same name).