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Jody never asked to become a vampire. But when she wakes up under an alley Dumpster with a badly burned arm, an aching neck, superhuman strength, and a distinctly Nosferatuan thirst, she realises the decision has been made for her. Making the transition from the nine-to-five grind to an eternity of nocturnal prowlings is going to take some doing, however, and that’s where C. Thomas Flood fits in. A would-be Kerouac from Incontinence, Indiana, Tommy (to his friends) is biding his time night-clerking and frozen turkey bowling in a San Francisco Safeway.

But all that changes when a beautiful, undead redhead walks through the door … and proceeds to rock Tommy’s life – and afterlife – in ways he never imagined possible.


In a genre filled with cosy vampires and caring werewolves, Moore stands alone. Not only does his fiction reference Kerouac and Stoker rather than Buffy, but he also comes with plaudits from Carl Hiaasen, a man who knows more than most about mixing absurdity with seriousness and hiding political fury under running gags and slick dialogue. Like Hiaasen, Moore has another advantage: he can really write.
The Guardian