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Sunbathers

Lindz McLeod

SHORT SUMMARY

Sexy, cannibalistic sun-vampires rule the daylight hours, forcing the remaining humans to adapt to a grubby, nocturnal existence. Queer Soph sacrifices everything to become a Sunbather, only to realise that godhood isn't all its cracked up to be.

ONE QUOTE TO CONVINCE YOU

When I climax, it’s the red glare of a summer afternoon I see behind my eyes, and I’m overcome with the urge to drive my knuckles into the sky, to claw and scratch and tear a ragged hole in that starry, velvet expanse. To fist the void of space until it begs for mercy.

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MAIN GENRE:

BOOK TYPE:

AGE RANGE:

Horror

Novella

Adult

SUBGENRE(S):

LGBTQ+, Erotica, Dystopian, Body Horror, BDSM, Vampire

ROMANCE LEVEL:

Smut: Explicit Sex Scenes With A Central Plot

ENDING TYPE:

POV:

Tragedy

First Person, Single POV

AI GENERATED CONTENT?

No

CONTENT WARNINGS + POTENTIAL TRIGGERS:

Cannibalism; homophobia; ableism; murder; suicide

AUTHOR NOTE(S):

A Sunbather grabs me by the throat and hauls me upwards. Panicked, I splutter, clawing at her fingers, but she takes no more notice than if I were an alighting butterfly. Her dark hair is streaked with grey, her skin a luminous tan. Her eyes are a dazzling, vulpine amber. Her naked body is sculpted to perfection, every sinew and muscle on show, cocooned in a soft layer of womanflesh. She’s a god. She’s beauty, personified.
And she’s going to murder me.
“Look,” she says, and I recognise her voice from the other day; calm, collected, predatory. Cecily, he called her. My feet dangle inches from the ground, my vision turning red at the edges as she turns, carrying me in front of her as if I was a particularly disgusting bag of garbage. My chest is on fire, my own bodily weight pulling me down, choking me further. This is it, I think, this is how my world ends. “Another worm, just where I predicted it would be. What do you think, Jacob?” Her top lip twitches into a snarl. “Shall I make it stop wriggling?”