Ritual of the Ancients - Rosser, Roan
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Waking up undead is just the start of my bad night. This night is going from bad to worse. My roommate is dead. My sexy neighbor, who I've never worked up the guts to talk to before, is standing in my living room. I have a gold amulet I just stole from the museum hidden in my pocket. Oh, and I'm dead... or undead? All the myths about vampires, were-wolves, and the like? Turns out, all true. My sexy neighbor claims I'm a vampire now. I don't quite believe him, but then again, he turned into a coyote in front of me. Jackal, whatever. Plus, you know, my new fangs. Oh, did I mention my sexy…mehr

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Waking up undead is just the start of my bad night. This night is going from bad to worse. My roommate is dead. My sexy neighbor, who I've never worked up the guts to talk to before, is standing in my living room. I have a gold amulet I just stole from the museum hidden in my pocket. Oh, and I'm dead... or undead? All the myths about vampires, were-wolves, and the like? Turns out, all true. My sexy neighbor claims I'm a vampire now. I don't quite believe him, but then again, he turned into a coyote in front of me. Jackal, whatever. Plus, you know, my new fangs. Oh, did I mention my sexy neighbor is an ex-cop? And his cop buddies just knocked down my door. I'm pretty sure this night can't get any worse… I'm probably wrong. *Ritual of the Ancients is an urban fantasy with a trans-masc protagonist and a MM romance.
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I escaped from the bowels of Utah (namely Provo) and now live in the sunny Pacific Northwest United States. My urban fantasy novels mainly feature the trans and queer protagonists grappling with things like identity and found families that I wished I could have read about growing up. When not writing, you can probably find me beating up pixel baddies or in front of one of my sewing machines adding to my overstuffed closet or my army of homemade plush dolls. If you find yourself blinded by the vivid colors and loud patterns of my homemade shirts, know that I'm only trying to warn you that I may be poisonous. Or venomous? Or both? Probably both.