Honestly, god bless my wee auld Scottish dad. It's been nearly a full year and he's still telling everyone he meets that his wee girl off living in America wrote a book about vampires and werewolves kissing and I do mean everyone.
Half expecting a review one day that's just "learnt about this after sitting down next to some wee auld guy on the bus who wouldnae shut up about it. anyway, no really my thing, but the patters good."
This is the same family I was afraid to come out to and accidentally did it by becoming a bestselling author, and now there's an entire call center on the northside of the Glasgow Quay that has to clock in every day listening to the wee auld guy on the front desk shilling his daughter's queer vampire porn and I think that's beautiful lmao
Whatb is the name of that book!??!!
Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites!
There are links all over my pinned post :)
It's 2026, and my wee auld dad is still telling everyone over five years later that his wee lassie wrote a book about vampires and werewolves kissing. Who is he telling now? The hospice nurses handling his end-of-life care. 😭😭😭
The man is on his deathbed and still telling anyone who will listen that they should read my book. I am simultaneously gutted with grief and laughter. God, what a way to be loved.
