The Truth & Tears of Daisy Dimbleton: A Dimbleton book

Daisy Dimbleton has done something reckless.She's fallen in love.Not the dramatic, thunderclap variety. Not the tragic "meet me at the crypt" sort. This is the dangerous kind. The kind with shared toothbrush space. The kind that whispers forever and almost means it.Cora is intelligent, warm, gloriously alive. She loves Daisy's softness, her strange little habits, her tendency to apologise to furniture when she walks into it. She does not, however, know that her girlfriend keeps labelled blood vials in the fridge and has a strictly nocturnal skincare routine for reasons that are not entirely dermatological.Because Daisy is a vampire.A well-mannered one. A conscientious one. A cardigan-wearing creature of the night who sources her blood responsibly and would rather combust than hurt the woman she adores. But hunger does not vanish simply because one is smitten. It waits. It watches. It breathes quietly in the dark.And love, luminous as it is, casts very long shadows.As Daisy balances devotion with the secret coiled inside her, a new presence begins circling the edges of their lives. A man of science. A collector of peculiarities. A mind sharp enough to cut through superstition and straight into truth. His interest is clinical.This is not a story about monsters.It is a story about what happens when the only thing more powerful than your hunger is your heart. About moonlight, moral dilemmas, and the awkward logistics of dating while undead.In this whimsical gothic romance, blood is essential.Love is catastrophic.And some secrets do not stay buried.