‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the hall
The vampire prepared for his last night of all.
A hundred years gone and the urge to drink blood
He’d struggled against and so far withstood.
With Dawn’s early light, his cursed life would end
His soul, however, he’d maintain and defend.
When out on the porch there arose such a clatter,
He trudged to the door to see what was the matter.
When what to his wondering eyes should appear?
But a young woman shivering with cold and fear.
Her face it was pretty, her blood warm and sweet.
To him, she was temptation, from her head to her feet.
Forced off the highway and lost on a back road,
Her car in a ditch left Carol alone in the cold.
Ignoring his warning that his presence meant danger,
She opted for shelter and passed time with the stranger.
Memories of Christmases long gone they traded,
Gifts and feasts and treasures long faded.
He told of that night, a century now past,
When a vampire stole his life and began his great fast.
As he suffered the death throes of blood-hunger pollution,
She struggled to help him and find a solution.
Then an enemy terrible showed up to gloat
And tried to make Carol a sacrificial goat.
She’s no willing victim and fights for her life
And to help Michael get through a night of strife.
In the morning as the sun rose he turned to the dawn
Meeting the rays that moved over his lawn.
Carol fights hard to make him again whole
And give back the life the vampire stole.
Has she found a way to save a hero of a man?
Or will it all be for naught, her hopeless plan?
Can she save him before he’s taken by the light?
Or will it be a sad Christmas for her and to him a good night?
The More Mundane Blurb for A Vampire’s Christmas Carol
On her way to her family’s home on Christmas Eve, Carol Prescott’s car slides into a ditch in a deserted area with no cell phone signal. The only available shelter is already occupied…by a vampire. To Michael Carpenter, Carol is the bait of a trap.
In an effort to hold onto his soul, Michael has resisted the urge to drink human blood for almost a century. Now he hovers between human and vampire. If he doesn’t drink from a human before the night ends, he’ll die. He’s desperately thirsty, but Michael has seen the soulless monsters vampires are and he prefers death. Carol is pure temptation to him, the Christmas present from hell…or is it from heaven?
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Karen McCullough is the author of more than a dozen published novels in the mystery, romantic suspense, and fantasy genres and has won numerous awards, including an Eppie Award for fantasy. She’s also been a four-time Eppie finalist, and a finalist in the Prism, Dream Realm, Rising Star, Lories, Scarlett Letter, and Vixen Awards contests. Her short fiction has appeared in several anthologies and numerous small press publications in the fantasy, science fiction, and romance genres. She has three children, three grandchildren and lives in Greensboro, NC, with her husband of many years.