{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"Cheap Smut","title":"Episode 30 - The HalloQueen","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":4758,"description":"Smutco Industries is kicking off their first annual \"Spooky Smuttober\" with Emeline Quill's sizzling slice of vampire smut, The HalloQueen! What better way to start off a month of spooky smut than with a book featuring two of our favorite things: vampires and fat girls getting railed!\n\nCONTENT WARNING: BLOOD...SO MUCH BLOOD, vampirism, intentional bloodletting for magical purposes, stalking, violence, divorce and ex drama.\n\nBook Description\n\nOnce upon a time, an anxious fat girl met the man of her dreams. He was tall, dark, skinny-yet-toned, caught with an Edgar Allen Poe book in his hand, and had a delicious French accent. It only got better when he turned out to be what every millennial emo girl wanted - a vampire who was entirely obsessed with her and her alone. The only flaw our heroine could find was that her emotional support vampire didn't sparkle like the ones she'd read about. Oh, and that he was the reason someone was out to kill her. No big deal, right?\nWhen Annabel, owner and gothic-influencer for HalloQueens Boutique, visits a local Halloween store in her hometown of Quaker's Wharf, she meets Thomas, a broody French vampire that has taken over the operation of the store. Something about him soothes the deepest parts of her and helps relieve her chronic anxiety, and since it's her busiest time of the year, she figures it couldn't hurt to blow off some steam.\nThomas picked this small town Halloween store as his place to lick his wounds after the heartbreak of the other members of his 200-year-triad ghosted him. They left him with nothing, and now he was stuck selling coffin shaped nails and sexy animal costumes to teenagers. The main benefit of the shop was that he could absorb as many emotions as he needs to retain his humanity with the never ending stream of customers. After all, becoming undead was not on his agenda. It seemed good enough, it was mindless work, an air mattress easily fit in the empty superstore, and he only had to dispatch one...","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/Bf3Yc43ubDtbNTbWe6vhweoXYUVHfOkI9qGw8PRckus/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS8xYjhm/ZGRkOWU2YjkxNzFj/MDU2M2JlNjM0ODk1/YjIwMi5qcGc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}