Just My Blood Type

Somehow, inexplicably, her cold skin makes mine ignite, a trail of fire following the path of her fingers until she lets go of my chin and the flames burn out.Undead phlebotomist Florence has sworn off dating humans ever since her last boyfriend upped and died on her. After all, it’s not easy finding your happily ever after when you’re a vampire.So when she meets a handsome stranger in a bar, things get complicated. Even more so, when he turns up at her clinic the very next day…But bartender Quinn has his own problems too. Neither of them are looking for love, but unfortunately they’re just each other’s type. Blood type, that is.

Ideal for readers interested in general fiction.