⚠️Possible triggers in Trancing Miranda include addiction, abuse, co-dependency, paternalism, gaslighting, manipulation, self-harm, coercion, violence and PTSD. Scene one is clean.
Welcome to my vampire romance!
Trancing Miranda is a contemporary vampire romance set in and around a walled vampire-run community called the Regio. It features an autistic, PTSD female protagonist and is a slow burn romance with mature and potentially triggering situations and themes. Possible triggers are listed above. Thank you for reading!
Not Full Fae but Close
It was the first time Nick Markovich had been to the Black Goddess in over ten years, but it was just as he remembered it. Same bundled barbed wire above the bar, same beat-up black walls, same uneasy mix of donors and half-breed vampires.
Most of the donors were female—vulnerable, desperate women with scarred-up necks and short black skirts. Just like the redhead at the end of the bar.
She wasn’t his type. She was too lean and too tall, and her hair was orange instead of auburn. But it wasn’t her appearance that got his attention. It was her blood. He’d sensed it the moment she walked in the door.
She was fae, not full fae, but close.
There weren’t many fae left, and full-blooded fae were rarer still. Not many immortali could sense them.
Nick could.
The fae girl ordered a glass of absinthe and a side of ice water and set the drink up herself, pouring the cold water slowly over the sugar and spoon, as the bright green liquid clouded.
When she was finished, she picked up the drink and made her way to a table.
Sitting down with her back to the wall, she pulled out her phone and started to text. On a narrow table just a few feet away, an oversized statue of Kali glared blindly into the crowd.
Kali was painted in bright carnival colors, the paint strange and shiny in the light of the altar candles. A necklace of small yellowing monkey skulls hung from her neck. At her feet, a brass bowl was piled high with fruit and money.
The girl put down the phone and scanned. It was obvious she was looking for someone.
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