Blood Tasts Better Than Chocolate, And It's Good For You Too!
an excerpt

I used to be normal. I had a mom, a dad and a boyfriend. I worked at a Burger King. Then, one day, that all changed. Because one day, or, one night, rather, some guys busted in to the Burger King I worked at right when my shift was about to end and I was finally going to be able to go home for the night and get some much needed and much deserved sleep, and he shot me. Right in the chest. I used to be human. I should be dead. But I'm not either of those things now. Apparently my boyfriend was a vampire. Who knew?