Until Death Do Us Part – James Fuller

After a short hiatus from reading (and doing anything that didn't involve my job, actually), here I am with a new review. Truth be told, I've added this book to my TBR pile in March, after the author, James Fuller, asked me if I was interested in reading one of his stories. We talked a bit on Twitter, and he suggested this one based on my reading preferences. The blurb intrigued me, so here's my honest review of Until Death Do Us Part.

How Not to Vampire – Rodney V. Smith

As a first-timer on Reedsy, the sensible thing I should have done was spending some time trying to figure out the platform. A book caught my attention instead, and I had to take it. The title promised a lot of irony and fun, and I was sold even before reading the blurb. The book in question is How Not to Vampire, by Rodney V. Smith, an Urban Fantasy that is so much more than your average vampire story! The first thing that comes to mind was that it gives the same vibes of some '90s movies I love, those irreverent and crude dark comedies so iconic that stuck with me till today.

Stray Witch – Eva Alton

Alba, a mother of two, is going through a rough divorce. Her life seems to change for the best when she meets Clarence, vampire and scout for the vampire queen of Emberbury, but things might not be what they seem, and soon Alba is torn between her feelings and her fears. And a desperate need for money. Clarence is an old school vampire on a redemption path, while Alba is a woman who has lost herself. She's a stray, both as a witch and as a person: no close family, no real friends. While she's not looking for her tribe, it's pretty clear she needs one. Her arc is one many women can relate with, and this is the reason why empathizing with her is so easy. In fact, I found myself rooting for her and her two daughters from the very beginning, especially given the situation they are running away from.

Some Girls Bite – Chloe Neill.

When I lived with my parents, our next door neighbor was a middle aged woman with straw-colored hair. She was an avid smoker, so her apartment smelled of whatever food she was cooking along with an omnipresent, everlasting stench of stale cigarette smoke. Even the air on the landing our apartments had in common stank. Her cigarettes of choice were named Merit.