If you go into this vampire romance novel expecting Twilight-esque vibes, you won’t find them in My Roommate is Vampire.
Instead, you get a sweet and considerate vampire named Frederick, his quirky artist roommate who is on her latest eviction, and their unconventional agreement to bring the recently reanimated, centuries-old vampire into the modern age.
It’s a little bit charming, a little bit steamy, a little bit campy, and a whole lot of fun to read.
Frederick is the kindest vampire you’ll ever meet, and after an unfortunate accident, he finds himself thrust into the twenty-first century with no knowledge of how anything invented within the last hundred years works.
Enter Cassie. She’s in need of a place to live—and while Frederick’s listing is definitely too good to be true—a desperate girl can’t be too choosy when the opportunity arises.
Once Cassie moves in, she immediately becomes suspicious of what Frederick does in his reversed schedule. Not wanting to pry too deeply, she and Frederick communicate mostly through notes and his over-the-top gifts.
However, when Cassie discovers his secret, their entire relationship shifts into something she never expected.
I loved Frederick and his old-fashioned ways. Not only is he adorable, he’s honorable and generous. His relationship with Cassie changes so much over the course of the story and just makes you love him all the more.
While it took me a little while to warm up to Cassie, I found her to be exactly what Frederick needed to come out of his shell. She handled the secret discovery as well as could be expected and still fell for Frederick and his lovely, once-beating heart.
I will say that Frederick’s only other friend, Reginald, and their banter is the highlight of the book for me.
So, if you’re looking for a paranormal, forced-proximity roommate romance with a lovely slow burn and a decent amount of steam, My Roommate is a Vampire might be just for you!
Roommate Wanted to Share Spacious Third-Floor Brownstone Apartment in Lincoln Park
Hello. I seek a roommate with whom to share my apartment. It is a spacious unit by modern standards with two large bedrooms, an open sitting area, and a semiprofessional eat-in kitchen. Large windows flank the eastern side of the apartment and provide a striking view of the lake. The unit is fully furnished in a tasteful, classical style. I am seldom home after sundown, so if you work a traditional schedule, you will usually have the apartment to yourself.
Rent: $200 per month. No pets, please. Kindly direct all serious inquiries to [email protected].
“There has to be something wrong with this place.”
“Cassie, listen, this is a really good deal-“
“Forget it, Sam.” That last part came out more forcefully than I’d intended-though not by much. Even though I needed his help, my embarrassment over being in this situation in the first place made accepting that help difficult. Sam meant well, but his insistence on involving himself in every part of my current situation was getting on my very last nerve.
To his credit, Sam-my oldest friend, who’d long ago acclimated to how snippy I sometimes got when I was stressed-said nothing. He simply folded his arms across his chest, waiting for me to be ready to say more.
I only needed a few moments to pull myself together and start feeling badly for snapping at him. “Sorry,” I muttered under my breath. “I know you’re only trying to help.”
“It’s all right,” he said, sympathetic. “You have a lot going on. But it’s okay to believe that things can get better.”
I had no reason to believe that things could get better, but now wasn’t the time to get into it. I simply sighed and turned my attention back to the Craigslist ad on my laptop.
“Anything that sounds too good to be true usually is.”
Sam peered over my shoulder at my screen. “Not always. And you have to admit this apartment sounds great.”
It did sound great. He was right about that. But . . .
“It’s only two hundred a month, Sam.”
I pulled up the listing on the computer. It hadn’t changed in the time since I last saw it. The oddly formal style was the same. The absurd rent amount was also the same and set off as many alarm bells now as it did when I first saw it.
But my financial situation also hadn’t changed. Jobs in my field were still as hard to come by. And asking Sam for help-or my accountant parents, who loved me too much to admit to my face what a disappointment I was-was just as unthinkable as ever.
And my landlord was still planning to evict me next week. Which, to be fair, I couldn’t even blame him for. He’d put up with a lot of late rent payments and art-related welding mishaps these past ten months. If I were him I’d probably evict me, too.
Before I could talk myself out of doing it, and with Sam’s worried voice ringing in my ears, I opened my email. I scrolled through my inbox-an ad for a two-for-one sale at Shoe Pavilion; a headline from the Chicago Tribune about a bizarre string of local blood bank break-ins-and then started typing.
From: Cassie Greenberg [[email protected]]
Subject: Your apartment listing
I saw your ad on Craigslist looking for a roommate. My lease is up soon and your place sounds perfect. I’m a 32-year-old art teacher and have lived in Chicago for ten years. I’m a nonsmoker, no pets. You said in your ad that you aren’t home much at night. As for me, I’m almost never home during the day, so this arrangement would work out well for both of us, I think.
I’m guessing you’ve gotten a lot of inquiries about your apartment given the location, price, and everything else. But just in case the room is still available, I’ve included a list of references. I hope to hear from you soon.
A pang of guilt shot through me over how much I’d fudged some of the important details.
For one thing, I’d just told this complete stranger that I was an art teacher. Technically, that was the truth. It’s what I’d studied to be in college, and it isn’t that I didn’t want to teach. But in my junior year of college I fell in love with applied arts and design beyond all hope of reason, and then in my senior year I took a course where we studied Robert Rauschenberg and his method of combining paintings with sculpture work. And that was it for me. Immediately after graduation I threw myself into an MFA in applied arts and design.
Excerpted from My Roommate Is a Vampire by Jenna Levine Copyright © 2023 by Jenna Levine. Excerpted by permission of Berkley. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Thank you for the advanced copy of MY ROOMMATE IS A VAMPIRE by Jenna Levine. All opinions are my own.
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date published : August 29th, 2023
pages : 320
audiobook narrator: Gilli Messer
audiobook length: 8 hours and 59 minutes
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