Blood Moon by Rosaline Saul

In the young adult vampire fantasy novel, Blood Moon, readers are transported to the dark and intriguing streets of 1886 London. This captivating tale intertwines the quests of Joseph, an Alchemist in search of the fountain of youth, and Maggie Abbot, a resilient young woman struggling to find stability amidst the challenges of her life.

Joseph Burke, an enigmatic figure, conducts his alchemical experiments in the shadows of an ancient church while a serial killer prowls the impoverished corners of London, preying on unsuspecting victims and draining them of their lifeblood. As the city grapples with fear and darkness, Joseph's clandestine pursuits take an unexpected turn when he encounters Maggie Abbot.

Maggie, a tutor seeking steady employment, faces constant difficulties due to her alluring appearance. Dismissed from her latest job after enduring the advances of her employer, she dreads returning to her home, where her father resides with his new wife. However, fate takes an unforeseen twist when Joseph approaches Maggie with a proposition—tutoring his ward, Beatrice, who has a tendency to run away from home.

Drawn into Joseph's mysterious world, Maggie discovers a man who captures her heart unexpectedly.

Yet, as Joseph's relentless pursuit of the fountain of youth bears fruit, he experiences an insatiable thirst for blood, turning his existence into one of darkness and eternal night. Now faced with a monstrous affliction, Joseph battles his own inner demons while struggling to protect Maggie and Beatrice from the dangers that lurk within his immortal existence.

THE WEATHER IN London had been unusually sweltering hot, with remarkably clear blue skies and sunshine, but as she walked along the dusty pavement, Maggie could see grey clouds massing along the edges of the city, coming in from the channel.

Out of one storm, straight into another, she thought remorsefully as she lifted her skirts in her hands to prevent them from sweeping through the dust as she took a step onto the busy street.

The traffic was heavy this morning. Horse-drawn carts and coaches were everywhere in a makeshift fashion of each direction keeping to its own side of the wide road.

Her first storm this morning had not been created by nature but brought with it, her immediate dismissal from teaching the children of a wealthy English family. Now, she had to find her way back to the countryside, back home. All because the master of the house where she had been employed had wandering hands and eyes to match.

So Maggie had packed her bags, said a sad goodbye to the children, whom she had grown fond of and then accepted the balance of her wage from the Head Matron, who had been instructed by the Lady of the house to get rid of Maggie without any delay. If it had been left to the Lady of the house, she was sure she would have been thrown penniless out into the street, and admittedly she was surprised to receive any money.

For two months, she ignored Lord Richard's lustful glances and soft remarks whispered so that only she could hear him, even when in the same room as his wife. She tried her best to avoid any physical contact and was grateful she could lock her bedroom door at night. However, she had not always been able to avoid him in the large house with its spacious rooms. Her skin crawled as she briefly recalled how he would press himself against her in a doorway or the sly groping of his hands.

When he had found Maggie by herself in the dining room this morning, he not only tried to kiss her but slipped his hand in under her bodice as well. That was when Lady Eleanor entered the room and the reason why Maggie now found herself unemployed.

She did not really want to go back home, but now she had no choice.

John Abbott's remarriage after her mother died five years ago, changed Maggie's own plans. It meant she had to leave home earlier than expected to find a job as a tutor immediately after she completed her studies.

Cathy, her father’s new wife, made it clear from the start that staying at home for longer than necessary was no longer an option. Cathy wanted no reminders of John's previous marriage in the shape of a grown-up daughter, living in the same house.

Maybe the close resemblance Maggie had to her mother was what really bothered Cathy. Every time Cathy looked at Maggie, she saw the dark chestnut hair which was such a harsh contrast to the pale creamy complexion, the dark eyes flecked with bronze and the wide mouth which always looked about to break out in a smile.

Also, Cathy's possessiveness over John prevented John and Maggie from remaining as close as they always used to be.

However, Cathy seemed to make her father happy and to Maggie, this was all that really mattered, or so she kept convincing herself.

It had not been easy for Maggie to leave the safety of her home in the country and to move to the big city of London, but she was fortunate to find, almost at once, her very recent position as a tutor. The same position she no longer held.

As the first drop of rain fell onto the tip of her nose, Maggie glanced up and grimaced. She was still miles away from home. She had decided to walk home along the small dirt track, let her fingers brush along the tips of the long grass on the side of the road. She did not want to spend any of the money she had just received as her severance because she undoubtedly knew they would need the money at home, and if she gave the money to Cathy upon her arrival, she might be welcomed friendlier than if she arrived without a penny.

Seconds later the rain became a deluge, drenching Maggie from head to toe and turning the dust on the cobbled roads and unpaved sidewalks into mud almost immediately. Her long skirts dragged through the mud and soaked into her shoes.

Hurriedly, she ducked under the protection of an overhang in front of a bakery. She would have to wait here for the initial burst of rain to pass.

The rain was like a curtain, sweeping in great swathes across her vision. She watched as people around her scurried for shelter.