Happy Monday! For this week’s Manday Monday Hotties Hop, I’m sharing a Mystery Man photo. Enjoy!
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Happy Monday! For this week’s Manday Monday Hotties Hop, I’m sharing a Mystery Man photo. Enjoy!
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Today Author Carole Gill is on my blog. She’s in the vampire anthology, Vampires Romance to Rippers an Anthology of Tasty Stories that is on Amazon. Click here to view the ebook. I’d like to welcome her. Take it away, Carole.
Meet Carole Gill –
“I’ve always written but life, as it often does, got in the way and I turned back to writing some years ago. In 2000 I was selected by North West Playwrights of England for further development but found I preferred writing fiction (novels and short stories). I write dark gothic horror with romantic elements. I want to put the bite in gothic romance and knock the starch out of it. Most crucially of all because I write vampire fiction, I portray my vampires as VAMPIRES, yes they may be capable of love but it is tortured love. They are not happy little fairies prancing about enchanted forests. They do not inhabit a pleasant world, if they are good it is because “they do less evil than themselves.”
The Fourth Bride (story and excerpt) appears in Vampires Romance to Rippers an Anthology of Tasty Stories. I was delighted to have my story appear in this anthology of vampire stories. I’m in great company and proud to be; when author and publisher, Scarlette D’ Noire, asked me if I’d like to have a story in her anthology, I was thrilled.
My story is based on my novel, The Fourth Bride which is Book Four in The Blackstone Vampires Series. It tells the tale of a young woman destined to become Dracula’s fourth bride.
“He always wanted me. I was his for my entire life and did not know it. Or perhaps I did in my dreams. Dreams going back so far I could almost recall his voice speaking to me of undying love … or was it life…”
After her young husband’s sudden death, she finds herself summoned by Dracula. Arriving at his castle, she is greeted by him.
“If I was expecting a servant, I did not see one. Instead, I saw a distinguished looking man, tall and clean shaven but for a white moustache. He was holding a lamp. “Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own free will!” He didn’t move, not until I stepped inside whereupon he moved toward me, his hand reaching for mine. “Miss Dia.”
Suddenly, I noticed his eyes. There flashed a fearful light there, but only for a moment. “I am Dracula,” he said. “And I have waited for this moment for so long.”
Dracula has three other wives. She is there to become a sister to them, each of them, their master’s lover. They are to love and feed off one another. They are to live for feeding and pleasure.
“The night was endless it seemed and if there was pain that pain would soon disappear to have pleasure replace it. Fathomless pleasure, the joy unending for it was the beginning of the ritual of the blood.
Love the blood he whispered. The joy is in the blood….the passion is in the blood….endless life is in the blood….!”
And so it is. When writing the story (based on the novel) it was my intention to keep Dracula exactly as Bram Stoker wrote him. This is the darkest romantic vampire fiction you will read. Once under Dracula’s control, Dia becomes the Fourth Bride willingly. There is nothing she would not do to serve her master.
“I would kill for him and die for him. I was his fourth bride.”
The novel is the last book in The Blackstone Vampires Series but never say never!
The Series is dark vampire fiction. It is Gothic and frightening. My vampires are cursed creatures. I just signed with Creativia and they are revising and publishing the Series.
The House on Blackstone Moor, Book One:
“They say my father was mad, so corrupted by evil and tainted by sin that he did what he did. I came home to find them all dead; their throats savagely cut. My sisters only five and eight were gone as well as my brother who was twelve. My mother too lay butchered in her marriage bed. The bed her children were born in…”
After young Rose Baines discovers the savage murders of her family by her mad, incestuous father, she is plunged into a nightmare of hell and incarcerated in two madhouses. In time, she is helped to obtain a position as governess at Blackstone House. Nothing is as it seems for Blackstone House, and its inhabitants have numerous secrets. Amid the unimaginable horror there is love – which comes at a terrible price.
Unholy Testament – The Beginnings, Book Two
The day Eco first laid eyes on Rose Baines was the day she discovered her family’s savage butchery at the hands of her mad, incestuous father.
“I saw you leave the house that day, Rose. That terrible day you discovered your family butchered. I saw you…”
Eco, realizing he has fallen in love with her, pens a confession documenting all of his sins committed in the course of his immortal existence. His one request is that Rose reads his confession.
From Ancient Egyptian vampire cults to Roman vampire brothels to The Dark Ages, between The Crusades and The Black Death of 1348, to his meeting with the child murderer and Satanist Gilles de Rais, and concluding with his wicked affair with the Blood Countess herself, Erzebat Bathory, Unholy Testament will take you through historical times. The pages are filled with debauchery, vice and murder – yet there is also something Eco swears to be love.
The story continues in Unholy Testament – Full Circle, Book Three and The Fourth Bride, Book Four, out soon!
Excerpt from The Fourth Bride:
This is Dracula telling his fourth bride what happened following his creation:
“I found myself walking along the road when suddenly I heard coaches bounding up from nowhere. My body tingled with excitement. I knew what I wished. I would lay waste to those inside the coaches!
They were a wedding party. I drained the men to death and went to inspect the women. Those who were old or ugly, I drained to death. But when I came upon three beautiful maids, I knew I would ravish them.
“Please, they begged. We are sisters…”
I was not deterred, wild as I was in my desires, and soon had each one. And when they lay nearly senseless I began to feed… but because of their beauty I did not drain them. Instead, I turned them, making each a vampire.
When they were undead they seemed even more beautiful and alluring. I stripped them and took each again, there beside the drained corpses of their families and drivers. How they howled and cried out with pleasure!Their names were Verona, Aleera and Marishka…”
The sisters! It was true! That was how he had come to know them. I moved so quickly, I knocked the journal to the floor. The door flew open and Dracula appeared. “Now you know the truth of the sisters…”
I said I did and I pleaded with him saying I could not read further. He walked toward me and, taking my hands and kissing them, he asked me to please finish reading. “You will know all there is to know,” he said. “Then you will really be my bride.”
What inspired you to write your first book?
I read that Gothic romance was considered passé. That was really the spark that got me to begin the book. I thought why not write something that would never have been published before. In other words there was a lot of darkness in Jane Eyre, but I think had the novel been written today, we’d have known a lot more about Bertha Mason and what I think is implied sexuality—possibly nymphomania concerning her.
Also, Wuthering Heights would have gone much further and answered a lot of questions about Cathy and Heathcliff’s relationship: justwhat was it?!
Rebecca too—Mrs. Danvers seemed tooobsessed with Rebecca that should have been spelled out. I’m sure the results would have been fascinating!
So that was the inspiration. Those great old gothic romance covers of the past that promised so much but never livedup to our expectations of horrific secrets being revealed…that’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to horrify and thrill readers!
How did you come up with the title?
I was thinking of a rudimentary story. Of characters who were damned through no fault of their own. That was at the core of it. The title just followed. I pictured a grand looking house on desolate moorland. I live near the Yorkshire moors and they can look pretty bleak even in summer. Well, I saw a house on those moors, in my novel, the moors were haunted and always had been by evil and demonic forces.The House on Blackstone Moor just came to me!
What would you say makes your vampires unique to the paranormal genre?
My vampires are complex, tortured beings. Some are evil some are not. They recall their living lives and are haunted by them.
In being multi-layered beings, they are full of emotions: sadness, hate and lust, to mention a few—they might long for the past, wishing to be what they were but knowing that is impossible. That, I find, creates great conflict.
I always saw in Dracula the opportunity to explore what his living life had been about. In my novel, The Fourth Bride, I give him a damned good reason (I think) for wanting to go to London! He wants to start a vampire army because of something he saw, something he cannot forget.
Vampires, for me, have secrets we cannot fathom. Which one of us would not want to know what those secrets are?!
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Yes, I want readers to know that The Fourth Bride does not present Dracula in a dumbed down way. He is an evil demon. Tortured yes, capable of twisted love, perhaps, but he is a vampire, a clever, discerning evil vampire who calls hell home. He has no scruples, no compassion for any being. He exists for feeding and for pleasure; sexual pleasure is paramount to him. His wives are the same and if his fourth wife was an innocent young girl summoned to him onher honeymoon, she becomes a corrupt, evil creature—yet because I like my vampires to becomplex; she is capable of love and regret.
What motivates you to write?
One thing followed another. The more I began to write seriously for publication, the greater the intensity of the motivation.Now it has become my addiction. I must write. I can take breaks (few and far between) but I have to write. My laptop is never far from me and that goes for vacations and holidays—it’s a part of me.
Motivation and inspiration are similar things. We are motivated because we are inspired. Inspiration can come from so many things. It’s all around me. I can think of something under the shower, taking a walk—reading a book, watching a film.Ideas are always coming, pieces of stories—fragments of tales yet to be told.What we do with them and how we do it, is what makes the story!
Who is your most popular character? Why do your readers like or dislike this character?
I would say Eco is. Eco appears in all four novels. He is the son of a fallen angel and human mother. He is a highly intelligent demon vampire and because he is and can recognize truth, he is mad.
One reviewer said, “‘he was mad and delightfully so.”
Eco is featured in Unholy Testament – The Beginnings and in Unholy Testament – Full Circle. Those books contain the confessions of all the sins committed in the course of his immortal existence. He has penned them for the woman he professes to love. They are pretty hair-raising confessions.
One reviewer said. “Is it possible to feel sympathy for a devious, evil creature like Eco? He is doomed from the start and acts from pure self-interest but somehow, Carole Gill gives this incredibly flawed character a deeper dimension. There were times I truly felt sorry for him, while hating him the next moment…”
He is popular because he is so complex. Eco is my favorite and a lot of my readers’ favorite character too!
Just a note here, as Victoria has kindly invited me to guest post again when all four books are out, I am saving some of her wonderful questions to answer then!
Thank you so much, Victoria!
Happy Monday and Happy early Thanksgiving! For this week’s Manday Monday Hotties Hop, I’m featuring a favorite David Gandy photo of mine. Enjoy!
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Happy Monday everyone! Today is the Manday Monday Hotties Hop sponsored by Felicity Heaton. I’m featuring pictures of a few amazing guys. Ink anyone?
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It is from Conquest (My Vampire Lover #1) that is currently out.
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MATURE ADULT CONTENT – These stories, featuring vampires and werewolves, are for mature audiences only. They contain adult language, violence, and strong sexual content including some light bondage situations. All characters depicted in these stories are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.
Gently he ran his fingers across the side of my face.
I leaned into his large hand, unable to resist the sexual magnetism that made him so confident for a vampire. My powers to fight him had steadily faded each night we made love. I raised my chin, exposing the contours of my vulnerable neck to him, knowing it would please him if I finally surrendered. “So be it,” I muttered.
“Even if you survive, they will kill us if I turn you.” His fingers laced around strands of my blonde hair as it cascaded over the contours of my firm breasts. He squeezed one of the nipples hard.
A low moan slipped past my lips. “We could leave this place,” I whispered. “Together.”
I immediately wrapped my hands around his cock. He was hard as steel, yet smooth as velvet. When he throbbed in my grasp, it sent me to my knees.
Slowly I took him in my mouth as I placed my hands behind my back, offering my complete obedience. If it was to be my last night on earth, I wanted it to be perfect. Surely the presence of the full moon would ensure a successful change. But a vampire turning a werewolf? Was it possible?
As I lavished the taste of him, moving up and down on his shaft, he spread his toned legs wider, slightly bending his knees.
I split my time between being a stay-at-home mom and reading paranormal romance. I think good romance should make you purr while good steamy romance should make you scream, but in a good way of course. Because I love vampires AND werewolves, I wanted to write a series featuring both, and see what naughty situations they find themselves in. I’m currently writing a novella series called My Vampire Lover with a blend of paranormal romance, fantasy, and erotica featuring, you guessed it, vampires and werewolves.
If you liked this snippet and want to learn more about my novella series, My Vampire Lover, please visit my Amazon Author page at Amazon US or Amazon UK. If you stop by either Amazon page, please give it a Like. Thanks!
About the Dark Realm series, My Vampire Lover
Conquest (My Vampire Lover Part #1) – Caroline, a werewolf and princess of the Golden realm, has discovered a new love in her vampire captor. She’s willing to risk everything, even her life, to prove to him she loves him and has forsaken all others including her family and her pack.
Redemption (My Vampire Lover Part #2) – The story continues. Before Caroline fell for her vampire lover, she met Raphael, a warrior of the Dark realm under difficult circumstances. Raphael’s father, the dark lord Asmodeus is killing off her family and presents Caroline as a pet to Raphael. Caroline has secrets of her own as to why she let herself be taken and wonders if the vampire willing to help her escape is an enemy or friend. Realizing he must take action, Raphael works quickly to persuade the werewolf beauty who has claimed his heart to leave with him at once if he has a chance of setting her free.
Day of Reckoning (My Vampire Lover #3) – Releasing Late Winter 2013
Caroline has been granted permission by the Moon Goddess to seek revenge on Raphael’s father, the dark lord Asmodeus. She will have her day of reckoning. But Raphael is not about to let his werewolf beauty return to the Dark realm without him. Both must assume certain roles while they plot their actions and protect one another from the dangers awaiting them.
In Generation Kill he was the sexy, yet frosty Sergeant Brad ‘Iceman’ Colbert
And as Commander Stone Hopper in the movie Battleship, he was loyal, honest, and a great big brother.
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If you’re like me, your first encounter with the actor Aidan Turner was when you saw him on Being Human BBC as the vampire, John Mitchell. Today I thought I’d look up info on his character, John Mitchell and share it with you, as well as some pictures. Enjoy!
John Mitchell (Aidan Turner) is a 117-year-old vampire (born on 29 July 1893) with the appearance of a young man in his twenties. He had chosen to give up drinking blood and preying on humans, attempting instead (insofar as it is possible) to become human, again. Like other vampires, Mitchell has enhanced strength and sense of smell, and his eyes turn completely dark when he had blood lust or when he wills it; though it appears that he is slightly weaker when he abstained from drinking blood, he could survive without it. His image cannot be captured on film and he had no reflection in mirrors. Although he can survive daylight, his eyes are overly sensitive to natural light, prompting him often to wear sunglasses outside in the daytime. He often wears dark clothing, rings and fingerless gloves. Publicly quiet and calm, he works as a hospital cleaner (a deliberate choice, as it is a low-status, low profile job, which enables him to live quietly with the minimum of commitments or chances of exposure). Mitchell is always referred to by his surname by his friends.
Born in 1893 and Irish by birth, Mitchell fought as a young soldier in World War I, when he was originally recruited as a vampire by William Herrick. He encountered Herrick after a battle, stumbled upon him and several other vampires who were picking through piles of bodies for anyone living to feed on. Mitchell agreed to feed Herrick and become a vampire in exchange for Herrick leaving the rest of his men alone. He rejoined his regiment, hoping that no one had realized that he has changed, but became so hungry that he stole poison from the medical supplies, killed one of his friends, and drained his blood before deserting the army and running away. At some later point, he rejoined Herrick and the vampire community, accepting his new vampire nature.
In his early years as a vampire (and before his conscience was reawakened), Mitchell was quite a hero within the vampire community, who still circulate stories of his exploits amongst themselves. These seem to be a cause of great guilt for Mitchell who has asked Herrick to stop the retelling of the stories as he would prefer to be forgotten. At several points, he has faced a conflict of emotions as he debated whether to “convert” people dying around him to prevent their deaths. In the 1960s, Herrick gave Mitchell the opportunity to kill a young girl that they had lured into their car. Mitchell showed guilt and anger at the easiness of the kill and let her go. He told Herrick that she had escaped, prompting the suspicious Herrick to say that he would keep a closer eye on Mitchell. Mitchell has attempted several times to abstain from drinking blood (one attempt was a New Year resolution for 2000, with the aid of a fellow vampire called Carl). At this time, Mitchell showed an extreme addiction to blood, as well as heightened aggression, lack of control and extreme panic due to blood withdrawal.
Mitchell’s reluctant rescue of the werewolf George from a squad of fellow vampires, and the subsequent development of their friendship, further awakens his conscience, and he eventually opts to drift away from the vampire group in Bristol and to join George in living quietly. After “converting” Lauren into a vampire (as covered in both the pilot episode and Series One Episode 1), Mitchell, infuriated at himself, decides to fully give up the blood and to attempt “being human” once more. He continues to take care of George, particularly around the full moon when George transforms.
In episode 3 of Series 2, Mitchell has become the new “king” of the vampire group in Bristol, hiding evidence of their feedings, recreating their human front and intending to wean them off blood, although his activities are hampered by such problems as Ivan–his oldest apparent “recruit”–being unable to completely forsake blood after so long, forcing him to allow Ivan to feed in secret while maintaining his public front. After the deaths of his vampire group by an explosion at the funeral parlor, subsequently receiving confirmation that they have been betrayed by the coroner despite a deal he had made, Mitchell realizes that he has wasted his time trying to hide his blood lust and goes on a frenzy with Ivan’s widow Daisy. Paying a last visit to George and Annie, he briefly seems to return to normal when warning George to stay away from cities in future before returning to his more arrogant, blood-crazed ways. A confrontation with a priest while searching for Lucy reminds him that George saw him as a good man when he was injured by Herrick, and reveals Lucy’s connection to the organisation that seeks to “cure” George and Annie. Finding the organisation’s headquarters, Mitchell confronts Lucy, countering her claims that he and his kind are evil with both the theological argument that God made them just as he made mankind and by pointing out that she killed despite having a choice, but he nevertheless refuses to kill her or Kemp. He later shows evident grief when Lucy is killed by Kemp.
At the start of Series 3, Mitchell enters Purgatory to rescue Annie (following a terminally ill patient at the hospital where George and Nina now work through the Door after his demise). Although his mission is successful, he also learns that the time and date of his death have been confirmed, and he would be killed by a werewolf at some unspecified (but apparently not-too-distant) future date. While claiming to Annie that he has not believed a word of what he heard, Mitchell is in fact increasingly haunted by both the “prophecy” of his death and by the continued police hunt for the person responsible for the “Box Tunnel Twenty” massacre. He rejects an offer to depart Britain to live with the vampire “Old Ones”, commenting during a talk with permanently teenage vampire Adam that his friends help him remain clean as their goodness inspires him by forcing him to think about the disappointment they would feel if he were to succumb to his thirst.
After a confrontation with vampire “fan” Graham, Mitchell tries to tell Annie the truth about the massacre, but Annie simply tells him that whatever he had to tell her does not matter, assuring him that all she wants is the man he is now and that what he had done in the past does not matter compared to what he has done for her and George. The two finally admit their love for each other and begin a romantic relationship. Although Annie tries to find ways for their relationship to become physical at first, Mitchell eventually admits that sex has always been about violence rather than love with him, and suggests that their “pure” relationship can be better than a sexual relationship.
Mitchell has a tense relationship with werewolf vampire-hunter McNair due to Mitchell’s concerns regarding the “prophecy” of his death (despite having claimed to Annie that he does not believe in fate). He reaches a certain understanding with McNair once they work together to save George and Nina from a group of vampires, although McNair still feels that Mitchell’s sins will catch up to him eventually. When Herrick returns to life, Mitchell initially attempts to stake him–particularly after Cara stakes herself before being able to tell Mitchell how she and Daisy have brought Herrick back. He is convinced by George to let Herrick live on the grounds that he deserves the same chances everyone had given Mitchell.
When Annie learns about Mitchell’s role in the massacre, she tearfully convinces him to allow himself to be arrested. Mitchell goes along with it to prove his love for her, even as he tries to escape being processed due to the risks if his true nature is exposed. Although Herrick releases Mitchell–revealing in the process that his resurrection was aided by the fact that he was torn apart rather than just being staked–Mitchell finally stakes Herrick when he concludes that he has seen and done enough in his life.
On hearing the news that another man has been framed for the Box Tunnel Twenty massacre, Mitchell recognizes that other vampires has set up that frame, and will call in a favor from him later. Sickened by his ultimate inability to escape his past, Mitchell decides that he wants to free his friends of the taint he has brought to their lives. He returns to Honolulu Heights to ask George to kill him–not realizing that he is being followed by Wyndham, one of the Old Ones. George is initially reluctant to carry out Mitchell’s wishes, but once Wyndham has spelled out his plans to use Mitchell as an “attack dog”, George stakes Mitchell in order to save him from this final abuse. George’s last words to Mitchell are, “I’m doing this because I love you,” to which a grateful Mitchell responds, “I know,” before he dies.
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Today Cinsearae S. is on my blog. She’s one of several authors in the vampire anthology, Vampires Romance to Rippers an Anthology of Risque Stories that I am also in and I’m delighted to have her on my blog today.
About the Author
Cinsearae S. is the Editor/Publisher of award-winning Dark Gothic Resurrected Magazine and a graphic designer for Damnation Books and independent authors. Author of The ABRAXAS Series, Diary of a Vampire Stripper (Top 10 Finisher, P&E Readers Poll, 2012), and In The Beginning (published through Black Bed Sheet Books), Cinsearae is an avid lover of all things gothic and horrific, and is a huge Vincent Price fan. Her Etsy shop, Mistress Rae’s Decadent Designs specializes in one-of-a-kind creepy dolls, Steampunk/Victorian/Halloween inspired jewelry, accessories, and more, receiving Fright Times’ 2012 Award for Best Horror Collectible. She lives with her husband and two rat terriers, aptly named Hades and Chaos, and is a huge Vincent Price fan.
About Diary of a Vampire Stripper
Her best friend is a werewolf. Her boyfriend is a ghoul. And she really, REALLY can’t stand her vampire husband.
Audra Perez is hard up for cash and looking for a quick fix to her financial woes. After all, a girl needs a roof over her head, not to mention tuition for school. When she auditions to be a stripper and is chosen, things seem fine and dandy until a mysterious-looking gentleman starts to frequent the club. When they start exchanging friendly banter and get to know each other more, they begin dating against club rules.
One hot night at his beach house changes her life forever.
Things take a turn for the worse when Audra wakes up to find herself a vampire, her lover gone without a trace, and her ‘new’ life a horrid, laughable mess, as she handles everything with snarky, dry wit and dark humor. Dealing with jackassy clients is just the start of her gripes. And if you think vampires and werewolves can’t be the best of friends, think again. Did I also mention she’s dating a ghoul now? Don’t call him a zombie though, that only pisses him off.
And the relationship issues? Well, it’s not easy dealing with a boyfriend AND a vampire husband, so let’s not even go there…
Life’s a bitch, and then you DON’T die…
What is your book about and what genre are you writing in?
Diary of a Vampire Stripper is the hilariously awkward tale of a young woman named Audra who is trying to scrape by in a crappy economy by auditioning as a stripper. She does this as a ‘last resort’ kind of thing, so she’s surprised she’s chosen. After a while of working there, and finally making ends meet, she starts dating one of the customers, who she finds out later is a vampire, not to mention befriending one of the strippers at the club who (unbeknown to her at the time) is a werewolf!
Do you have a specific writing style or approach to writing your books?
I pretty much write in the ‘voice’ that I hear my characters speaking to me. They don’t talk all the time, but I’m also not the type of author that ‘has’ to write something every single day. I write when the muse hits me. *grin*
What would you say makes your vampires unique to the paranormal genre?
They don’t have a complete aversion to sunlight, and my MC prefers bird blood over humans. *grin* She’s also attempted eating tiny amounts of food because she misses it, but too much food makes her feel queasy.
What do you like about your main vampire character?
She’s snarky, no-holds-barred, and down-to-earth, but not without her own gripes, issues and flaws.
Is there one particular thing your vampires can do or vampire myth that you enjoyed creating for this series?
Audra’s still figuring out all the ‘cool vampire stuff’ she can do, and the one myth of vamps and weres not getting along is one of the myths that’s focused on in the book.
What is your favorite line, passage, chapter from your books?
The opening chapter is funny to me, because she’s telling everyone of her awkward experience auditioning at the strip club, the people who auditioned, and the name she gave to her (later on) best friend because of her ‘hairy attributes’. That had a lot of readers laughing.
What motivates you to write?
I write to get the voices out of my head, lol. If I try to ignore them, they’ll just keep on yakking and yakking….and yakking…. until I start writing. In the end, I hope to have created something that readers will enjoy.
What books have most influenced your life most?
Too many books to mention, lol! Contemporary novels bored me; I was and still am a fan of Stephen King. The first book of his I ever picked up was Pet Sematary, and I was in 8th grade at the time! Books by R.L. Stine, Christopher Pike, and L.J. Smith were everywhere, lol. When it came to non-fiction, anything paranormal, like ghost stories, weird places and such were also all over the place. I loved learning about the creepier side of other cultures as well.
What authors have influenced your life and writing?
King and Poe. Poe wrote in a more ‘psychological horror’ style which I love. He didn’t need to mention blood and gore in his works to creep me out.
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
King most definitely! He is the one single author I wish I could meet. I’d love to pick his brain and learn the ropes on writing from him!
What are your current projects?
I have a second anthology of short stories I’m working on, Creepy Crawlers 2: More Twisted Tales of Terror. The first one, Creepy Crawlers: An Anthology of Spine-Tingling Terror, isn’t all horrifying per se. It’s a good mix of dark comedy, erotic horror, and somber, gothic tomes, with one of the short stories included being a first place winner in the National Haunter’s Convention’s 2011 short story competition. CC2 will have the same variety of stories. I’m also working on Diary of a Vampire Stripper: Choices, in which Audra is going to have to come to terms with some things she’s been straddling the fence on, involving her vampire husband, and letting go of her once-human boyfriend., not to mention the crazy new plethora of issues in her life involving zombies, ghosts, and her best friend’s brother escaping from the psych ward.
Besides writing, do you have any other passions?
I’ve been bringing my own brand of ‘cute-’n-creepy’ to the world since 2009 with my Etsy shop, Mistress Rae’s Decadent Designs. I make zombie babies, creepy dolls, and Steampunk/Gothic/Halloween themed jewelry and accessories. Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of anthropomorphic creations and insect jewelry. My shop also won the Fright Times Award for “Best Horror Collectible” in 2012 and was also featured on the news (channel 69 in Allentown, PA) at Parafest 2013 in Bethlehem, PA. I love what I do; it’s so much fun seeing what kind of creepy critter I can come up with next.
Who designed the covers?
I do my own covers. I’m also a cover designer for Damnation Books, as well as independent authors.
What was the hardest part of writing your book?
The editing. I can scour my manuscript for typos up to four times, and STILL find something I’ve missed before!
Are you an Indie Author? If so, what do you like about independent publishing?
I’ve had a couple of books published traditionally, but I’m predominantly indie. I love being indie. As an author, you have total control over everything from start to finish. It’s a lot more work as you have to put on several different ‘hats’, but it’s worth it! I get tired of the indie industry getting negative flak from critics, but I’m happy to see that a lot of people are becoming more open to indie authors.
Do you have any advice for other writers?
Follow your passion! If writing is your love, don’t let anyone deter you from it! Also, choose writers’ groups carefully. I’ve found the few I participated in in the past to be worthless. Writing is mostly a solitary experience, but at least have one or two objective people you can share your work with and can help you out in the editing process.
If you were attending a Halloween party, what would your costume be and why?
Something with a sugar skull theme. I’ve seen so many beautifully designed skull faces, and Dia de los Muertos has a beautifully eerie aesthetic all its own.
What are your favorite hobbies?
I love doing ‘gothic’ photography. Ruined buildings, cemeteries, eerie looking places in nature, I love capturing it all. I love doing general nature photography too, although insects and birds are quite tricky subjects to photograph! I also love creating digital creepy art, especially zombies.
What’s your favorite love story? (movie or book)
Probably “Somewhere in Time”. There’s a few loopholes in the storyline, but overall, it’s very romantic, although bittersweet in the end… and I love Christopher Reeve. *grin*
Does Prince Charming exist? If so, briefly describe him.
I don’t believe in fairy tales; they’re just too superficial. I’m a realist, at least in that aspect, lol. If Prince Charming existed, every girl would have their own ‘happily ever after’. I’ll break it down this way: as long as the guy treats you with respect, lets you live your dreams and do what you want, doesn’t try to spoon-feed you any b.s., and loves you for who you are, that’s Price Charming enough for me.
Today I’m featuring Sexy Aidan Turner for my Manday Monday Hotties Hop.
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Today S.I. Hayes is on my blog. She’s one of several authors in the vampire anthology, Vampires Romance to Rippers an Anthology of Risque Stories that I am also in and I’m happy to have her on my blog today.
Why an Anthology?
So a short time ago, I saw a call out from a writer who calls herself Scarlette D’Noire, for an Anthology of Vampire Stories. The Premise was to gather a multitude of titles in the form of shorts, excerpts and essays all with the Vampire theme. At first I was reluctant, because I felt that YA groan in the pit of my stomach, as I often do since the popularity of the sparkling vampires. But when Scarlette informed me that there was to be a volume that included Erotica, my ears perked up and a grin cheshired across my face and I found myself seeking my writing partner Will Van Stone Jr. Why pray you ask? Because we recently published Awakenings: The Wrath Saga, . An adult Paranormal Drama, that just so happened to include *Gasp!* Vampires. Oh don’t think that’s all that we have, the work is all inclusive when it comes to the things that hide under the bed and between the sheets. *Devilish Grin*
Fun Fact: It took us several years to complete Awakenings. We had to start over so many times that there are parts that we’ve memorized, verbatim. *Laughs nervously* I may or may not have lost the entire manuscript on several occasions, *whistles innocently*
We’ve breathed life into something we hope you will receive with the same fervor in which we have written it. That you will follow us and the Wrath Clan through the twists and turns we have created for them. From the Mississippi River Basin to the Connecticut Elite, and even a Christian Vampire! We think there will be something for every adult who loves the nightcrawlers of the land, and the lustful spirits they embody.
But back to this Anthology, Vampires Romance to Rippers an Anthology of Risque Stories? Well it seemed to be right up our alley. As Indy authors one must get creative when it comes to trying to get exposure, it is a long and arduous task that often fails where it should succeed. This seemed to us to be the perfect way to contribute to something fresh and awesome while still helping to build our fiendish brand. So with the go from Will, I set off looking for the perfect excerpt. Our tale is not all sex and violence, or dapper rich fops who wallow in their existence of endless night. I tried to find something that showed intrigue, drama and tension. Something that smoldered enough to have you looking for more around the bend. I hope that I nailed it. We like to think so. You really should take some time out of your day and check out the Anthology. There are some great reads just waiting to be discovered. Maybe even ours…
Take a moment and check out another great excerpt… This one was fun. 🙂 Cheers and Happy Writing!!
S.I.Hayes & Will VanStone Jr
Awakenings The Wrath Saga Blurb:
Authors Will Van Stone Jr (The Three: A Death Dealer Novel) and S.I. Hayes( In Dreams The Solitary Road) have combined their styles showing the Immortal world just beyond human eyes. Where the monsters are real, and living among us. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons and Gods, none will escape unscathed. The tensions are bubbling, for the Wrath Clan, without a lid to quell the lust, love, blood and mayhem that await. Join them in the twists and turns and find out what it truly takes to be Immortal.
EXCERPT – FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY
Nicholas awoke early. Fully dressed, he watched as Lyndsay slept. He leaned over her and kissed her cheek. She rolled over to his side of the bed and clenched the covers. He smiled as he made his silent departure from the room and closed the door behind him. Whistling to himself as he came down through the foyer he still beamed from his long awaited night with Lyndsay.
Reaching for the front door he saw Miguel sprawled out on the couch, his arms dangling over the back.
“Morning.” He chirped.
“It took you long enough.” Miguel grumbled.
“You reek of sex.” He threw his legs over the sofa sitting up.
“Do I now?” Nicholas laughed, opening the door, wincing a bit.
“Hurt your back, didn’t you?” Now, Miguel laughed.
“It will heal. Besides, it was worth it.” He answered, closing the door behind him.
“Who ya talkin’ to?” A woman with a Brooklyn accent asked.
“Someone who lives here.” He answered, getting up finally.
She was quite petite, reason enough for Nicholas not to have noticed her. Her skin was bronzed, her hair short and black like the lashes of her barely slanted almond shaped eyes. She drew her knees up to her naked body and reached out.
He picked it up from the floor, handed it to her. “Here K… Ka…“
“Sorry, I forgot.”
“It’s cool.” She pulled the dress down over her head; it was simple and black, falling loosely over her boyish frame. “I only mentioned it once.” She fished around for her heels, putting them on she continued. “So you guys do this every year?”
“Few times a year actually.” He sighed. “But I’ve never seen you before last night; your accent screams northeast.”
“Brooklyn, New York. I came out lookin’ for a friend, was crusin’ round with a few others who knew the joint and figured what the Hell, ya know?”
“I was hopin’ to find her.” She stood up and breathed hard through her teeth, her left hand to her head.
“Morning after headache. Let me get you some coffee.” Miguel sat her back down.
“Yeah, thanks.” She sank into the couch, pulling her legs under her like a child waiting for a show to come on. Miguel handed her the remote control and left her sitting there.
As his footsteps died away she flipped through the channels. After several minutes she got up and walked awkwardly to stand before the mirror. Lifting her dress she checked her thighs to find them black and blue. “Damn.” She half laughed as she pulled the dress off. She saw in her reflection that the bruises went all the way up her sides and back.
“This is gonna take weeks to heal. How am I gonna explain this shit to Pauley?” She laughed though it hurt to do so. Noticing a door in the mirror, she pulled the dress down and decided to investigate. Jiggling the handle the door opened and she stepped through. Looking around she found papers scattered across the desk. Reading some, she found that they were documents, deeds and birth certificates mostly, dating back to the nineteenth century. Thinking it odd she looked deeper in the desk, finding a photograph dated 1901. It was a picture of a pretty woman with black hair, piled high on her head under a bonnet, who smiled solemnly out of the picture at Karen.
Hearing footsteps, she darted out of the room, pulled the door shut behind her and jumped over the back of the couch, landing hard.
“Ow.” She muttered, rubbing her side.
Miguel entered, a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. “Here you go doll.” He extended the cup to her.
“Thanks.” She sipped the coffee. ”What did you do to me last night?”
“What? You don’t remember?”
“It was a rhetorical question. I’m covered in bruises.”
“Oh? I’m so sorry.” He sat beside her, rubbing her shoulders. “How’s that?”
Her head rolled to one side. ”Hmm, lower.”
He went farther down her back, softly, slowly increasing pressure.
“Lower.” She half moaned. “Not quite so hard.”
“Says you.” He climbed behind her, sliding down.
“I see.” She pulled his hands around to her thighs as he kissed her neck. “Alright.” Her voice quivered. ”But not so rough this time.”
“No problem.” He licked her neck as he lifted her dress.
Lyndsay rolled over opening her eyes, a contented sigh escaping her lips. The sun was high in the sky and shone brightly through the curtains. She lifted her head, her eyes adjusting to the light. “Where am I?” She looked at her surroundings again. Bed, nightstand, a desk with lamp and chair, papers all over and … Empty space.
“Nick’s room.” She smiled, pulling the sheet around her and got up from the bed. When her bare feet touched the ice-cold hardwood floor, she jumped back. “Gods, Nicholas! How he does this no rug thing I‘ll never know.” She clamored, tucking the sheet under her feet making mock slippers of it. “I don’t remember when those boots came off.” She mumbled, shrugging it off as she shuffled out of the room.
Upon ascending the stairs and reaching her door, Lyndsay found Cynthia sound asleep against it. Her hair was half down, covering her like a shroud. Lyndsay bent down, brushing the hair from her face. “Cyn?”
Cynthia stirred, roused by Lyndsay’s touch. “What’s wrong, hon? Why are you out here?”
“I…” She pulled herself up using the doorknob for assistance. “Needed to talk to someone.”
Lyndsay unlocked the door with the key above the molding. “Come in.” Cynthia followed, lethargically.
“You overfed, huh?”
“What makes you say that?”
“You show no signs of hunger but your exhausted, it’s a tell.” Lyndsay laughed. “It’s like after Thanksgiving dinner, you know how you always need a good nap.” She took underwear as well as jeans and a mid drift baring tank top from the drawers.
“So.” She dropped the sheet. “What brings you to my door?”
“I needed to talk to someone. Since I came here, my world has been turned upside down.”
“I can see how that could happen.”
“Right, so I was figuring that I could talk to you.”
“Like I said, what’s up?”
“I think I fucked up big time last night.”
“Like kill a host accidentally? No sweat happens here and there.”
“No! I think worse than that.” Cynthia looked back at Lyndsay, her last comment registering finally. “If I accidentally killed someone… Why, does that often happen?”
“It can, it has and probably will again and sometimes one of them could lose control.”
“Okay.” Cynthia’s voice became leery. “I didn’t do that but I um…” She bit her lip, an eyebrow raised. “Uh…”
Lyndsay sat down, awaiting the gossip. “Sit, go on.”
“I don’t exactly fall all over Erik, you know.”
“It is that obvious?”
“Not to them, but I picked up on it.” She laughed. “But I’ll tell ya, Erik’s a good kid… I mean he has his issues, but if you gave him half a chance…”
“I know and I had all intentions of it last night.”
“What happened?” Lyndsay poured two glasses of brandy from a decanter beside the bed. This is getting good.
“He was here last night?” She handed one glass to Cynthia.
“Thanks. Yea, apparently he comes to all of them dressed as Erik so nobody notices.”
“Well what happened?” She urged Cynthia to continue.
“I mistook him for Erik and I went off with him. We got to talking and he was so confidant, bold even and sure of himself, you know, not all timid or overly nice… We just talked about…” She stood there a moment, drink to her lips. “I don’t even recall what we talked about.” She laughed. “You know I should have noticed the height, hair color, but for whatever reason, I don’t know… He must have been walking in a ditch, I mean where we ended up was pretty far off from everybody…. Anyhow, I was impressed though and high as a kite from that boy earlier. I wanted him. When I tried he stopped me and told me he was Chris. I didn’t care, I wanted him anyhow and so I went for it. And I’ll tell ya,” she shivered. “I haven’t had head like that in a long, long time.”
Lyndsay started laughing.” Oh, shit! No you didn’t!”
“Seriously, I couldn’t help myself. Erik’s gonna kill me, isn’t he?”
“Like he needs to know.”
“So I don’t have to tell him? Phew.” She bit her lip again. “Can I keep seeing Chris?”
“Well you’re not related so I don’t see why not and besides, what Erik doesn’t know won’t kill you.”
“Him. Won’t kill him, you mean.”
“Right, that’s what I meant, slip of the tongue.”
Cynthia looked sideways at her and then leaned into her. “You know after everything last night, Chris and I did talk about one thing.”
“Just one?” Lyndsay smiled broadly and then stopped when she saw the more serious expression on Cynthia’s face. “What?”
“I wasn’t gonna bring it up, but he couldn’t understand why I didn’t know more about everything or why I had such trepidations about feeding. Of course I was all like, I am new to all of this but then he enlightened me to some useful information.”
Lyndsay shifted in her seat uneasily. I’m gonna kill him. Couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“So you did know that Erik sprung all of this on me. Did anyone ever plan on telling me that it was a big no, no as far as your rules go or that if I really felt so inclined I could ask for his head? So to speak.”
“Actually that was literal and I had all intentions of telling you,there just didn’t seem to be a good time. I thought it better to let you adjust to your new body and get a bit of experience under your belt.”
“Say I’m not pissed enough to call for his head, will he even be punished?”
“Oh, most assuredly. I know Nicholas has something in the works. It won’t be a castration as it should be ‘cause I’m giving him some leniency, son and all. That is unless you really are coldly furious and call for it. But I pray that you are not, because it would break my Nicky’s heart.”
“I wouldn’t wish that on many men, although what he did to me certainly qualifies as rape… No, I think that I have a better idea; let me torture him a bit.” A broad smile crossed her lips. “Don’t worry Lyndsay, I’ll deal with him.”
“Do I wanna know?”
“Let’s just leave it at I intend to use my wiles to all of my advantage and speaking of wiles, where’d you sleep last night?”
“Are you hungry?” Lyndsay got up heading for the door.
Cynthia cut her off. “Oh no you don’t, you’re not getting off that easily. You owe me.” She blocked the door.
“But I want food.” Lyndsay whined.
“Talk then eat so you’d better dish.”
“Well, last night after I ravished Miguel, I stumbled upstairs.”
“Wait, you and Miguel, really?”
“Yeah, well you know.”
“No, I don’t.” Cynthia sat back down, putting her hands under her chin. “Do tell; looks like he’d be hot in the sack.”
“Oh yeah, adventurous too. He was always game when I brought people home with me. Always up for some tag team action.”
“I don’t think I’d wanna share a guy like that with another girl.”
“Now did I say girl?” A devilish smile crossed her lips.
“Isn’t everyone now a days?” She lit a cigar.
“I suppose from time to time, yeah, I guess so.”
“So, you’ve been there then?”
“In college.” She smiled as if her mind were elsewhere.
“How’d it go for you?”
“Well, she was my roommate and best friend, still is actually. I don’t even know how it started. We were friends and next thing I knew our beds were side by side. It was great, we always had fun and I guess I loved her, in my way.”
“Yeah, girls are great.” Lyndsay interjected, Cynthia laughed. “Continue.” Lyndsay smiled.
“We were together my first two years at Julliard. We had the same ballet instructor, and mutually hated him. I think I was captured by her the first time I saw her dance; the way she moved, such grace and intensity, only shadowed by her striking features. See she’s half-Korean on mom’s side and half-Puerto Rican. She has her mother’s eyes and her father’s attitude. The contrast made for such a rare beauty.
“But after she dropped out, having been hand picked by a small ballet company, we saw less and less of each other. I started seeing my vocalist Tim, so we broke it off. She understood that though we were great together, and believe me she was fabulous in bed, that I needed to be with a man. I needed to have that square jaw, facial hair. I needed to be with someone who, if I decided to spend the rest of my life with them, our children would have the same DNA. I know it sounds harsh but like I said she understood. We still see each other from time to time and occasionally, like twice a year, we have a fling. She’s got a great boyfriend back home and I hope she marries him since they have a two year old son.”
“Sounds like you really had something there.”
“Eh, I was young and she was so limber, guess I couldn’t resist.” Cynthia smiled as if remembering a moment she wished to keep.
“So obviously you’re adventurous. I can’t wait to tell Miguel; we had a bet going as to who was going to get you first.”
“Oh my God!” Cynthia laughed, her head between her knees. “You’re kidding right?”
“Not at all. You’re quite the little hottie.”
“Thanks, but I like my action one on one, preferably me on top of him. This is a bet you’ll both be losing.”
“Hey, you can’t blame a girl for trying. Let me ask you though, when you were with your girlfriend… What was her name?”
“Karen, did you have any good toys?”
“Tons, I’ve still got a closet full of stuff. I use it mostly on my male friend. He loves it when I play the man and besides, it does wonders for my ego.”
They both laughed hard, Lyndsay holding her side. “It’s hard on your back though ain’t it?”
“Not at all.” Cynthia confessed. “I just lay there and he backs on up and does all the work for me and I don’t even have to look at his face.”
“I think I need to take a shower that was so dirty. Funny, but still dirty.”
“Enough about my sexual appetite, tell me about your Nicky.”
“My… did I say that?”
“Yes, you did. That’s where I assume you spent the night?” She laughed.
“Uh huh.” Lyndsay was doe eyed and smiling again.
“He’s not Miguel, let’s say that, but not a strict missionary man either. He could teach the Kama Sutra, I’ll tell ya, I had trouble with a couple of positions and I’m pretty sure I pulled muscles I didn’t know could be pulled. And I think Nick nearly broke his back trying to nail me at one point.”
Cynthia was laughing to the point of tears.
“Can we go eat now; was that enough talking for you?”
“Sure, you know I have this craving for an extra thick vanilla shake. Can I eat regular food? Please say I can, I don’t think I could live without my vanilla shakes or muffuletta.”
“Of course you can. What have you been doing all this time? I mean didn’t Erik even once attempt to feed you?
“Um, no. I think he’s been more concerned with trying to eat me.”
“Sheesh, I gotta talk to that boy. Food is a good thing, it just gets absorbed in to the blood stream and whatever doesn’t just comes back out the way it came in but without the sickly feeling after wards.”
“Oh, so the super model diet… I gotcha, that works for me. Just let me change right quick and we can go out. I know this great cafe that opened up a few months back, you’ll love it.”
“Should I change?”
“I know the owner and he hates it when anyone is dressed better than him or more than him for that matter. Jeans are practically a requirement, especially if they’re as tight as the rest of your pants.”
Lyndsay laughed. “You know they are. Hurry up then, I’ll be downstairs.”
Arriving in the living room Lyndsay found Miguel skyclad atop a young girl, her legs wrapped over his shoulders, both of them quite vocal. Miguel looked up, feeling Lyndsay’s eyes on him. Their eyes met, he smiled as he quickened his pace.
“Excuse me!” She shouted. “Miguel, will you please get off my couch!”
“Oh, hi Lyndsay.” He answered, not missing a stroke.
“Are you quite finished?” She asked, watching as his pace slowed and he pulled away from the girl.
Pulling his trousers back up he answered with an impish grin. “Quite.”
The girl sat up, pulling her dress down. She turned, looked at Lyndsay.” I’m sorry…” She fell silent when she realized it was the woman from the photograph. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s quite alright, I really didn’t mind. You’ve got quite a set of lungs on you.” She approached them. “I’m Lyndsay and you are?”
“Karen?” Cynthia’s voice came from behind.
“Cyn?” She got up, pushing Miguel into Lyndsay. “Oh my fucking God! Where the Hell have ya been?” She hugged Cynthia tightly. “I’ve been worried sick. I come down, you haven’t been to work or your apartment, didn’t register for any summer classes; shit girl, I was starting to think you’d been abducted by little men who were fixin’ to do some experiments on your sasquatchian ass.” She hugged her again, this time kissing her softly.
“I’ve missed you too, babe.” Cynthia smoothed out Karen’s satin black hair.
Lyndsay laughed to herself.
“What?” Miguel asked.
“That girl you just nailed used to be Cynthia’s girlfriend.” She whispered.
“No.” His voice was full of wonder as his top lip curled into a smile.
“Yes.” She laughed again watching as Karen lifted her dress and showed Cynthia the bruises.
“See.” Karen laughed. “Ask me again why I prefer girls.”
Lyndsay looked at Miguel. “Mortals bruise too easily.” He chuckled.
Cynthia had her arm around Karen. “Lyn, do you mind if Karen joins us?”
“The more the merrier I always say.” She went to them. Miguel followed.
Karen put a hand to his chest. “Hold it boy.”
“What?” He smiled. “Can’t I come?”
“I think you’ve done enough of that and besides, as much as I enjoyed your company I’d like to say, sorry, girls only.” She smiled sweetly as she turned to the open door. “Shall we go?” Cynthia took her outstretched hand.
Lyndsay laughed hard, patting Miguel’s head. “Awe, poor puppy, I’ll bring you a doggie bag.”
The girls left the mansion, closing the door behind them.
“What is this, Dog the Wolf Day?” He shouted as he lay back on the couch. “Oh well, guess I’ll just take a nap.”
About the Author
S.I.Hayes is the Co-Author to Awakenings: The Wrath Saga, a Paranormal drama likened to Big Brother meets The Real World, of the Preternatural.
She is currently working on the sequels to her In Dreams… Series, Due for release in 2014.
In her own words… I have a mind that is easily distracted and prone to wandering. Tangents are my forte, and if you think my characters are going to fit a cookie cutter shape of any kind, think again. They live, they love, they eat, sleep and fuck. I believe that people are inherently sexual creatures and my characters be they human or something all together else are no exception.
I don’t adhere to a single genera, I toe the line on several and wouldn’t presume to be a master of any. So I suppose you could call me jack-of-all-trade-paperbacks.
I am a truth seeker, in my life, in my work. I’d apologize for it, but I kinda can’t help m’self. It’s my best and worse personality trait, well mostly, being Bi-Polar I guess you could say that is the worse. But I believe that the disorder have made me, well… Me.
I have taken this life and twisted, carved, shaped and molded it in to the worlds of my characters. Albeit with a chainsaw, and it has made all the difference.