Dead Camp
Sean Kerr
Series: Dead Camp, book one
Release date: January 1, 2016
Wacky author interview blitz!
(Treat it like a
speed question quiz, it hurts less that way – preferably 5 words for answers,
but some questions are so much more demanding…)
Your best pick-up line.
My boyfriend’s cock is huge.
What addiction do you need a 12-step program for?
Chocolate and Haribo’s
Let’s play marry / f^ck / kill (the Avenger’s edition) – Iron Man,
Hulk Thor, Hawkeye?
Marry Hawkeye
Thor can fuck me until I bleed
Kill Ironman, he is a supercilious c..t
Would you describe your humor as hilariously funny, oddly
quirky, diabolically macabre, or null existent?
Oddly quirky
Plate your perfect Chinese dinner.
Sweet and sour chicken balls, special fried rice, prawn crackers.
Heaven.
You’ve been stranded on a desert island. You can call on the
characters from one television show to attempt to rescue you. What show do you
pick and why?
Doctor Who. The Tardis lands and just whisks me away to an adventure
in time and space. And it has to be David Tennant so he can throw me over the
console and f….oh, sorry, too much information.
Name something that you’re embarrassed to admit you like.
50 shades of Grey, the film. I have never laughed so much in my
life.
If you could demo any artist’s music, who would it be?
Judy Garland. I’m sad, and old.
The engine light comes on in your car. What’s your normal length
of time before you get it looked at?
I don’t drive so I don’t have to worry about such mundane tasks.
What’s your preferred sleeping position?
Underneath Hugh Jackman.
Blurb:
Eli is an ancient vampire with an ego the
size of a planet and a sex drive to match, but his tumultuous past left
him broken, so he hides from humanity and cowers from love, left to endure
the crushing guilt that haunts his every waking moment. Even his best
friend Malachi, a ghost who is hopelessly in love with Eli, remains
unaware of all that transpired in London. Malachi can never know the
truth.
When the Angel Daniyyel pays an
unwelcome visit, Eli must face his secrets, secrets that he has tried so
long to hide. To make matters worse, a chance encounter with the most
beautiful man he has ever seen shatters his beloved isolation, pushing him
into the world of the living once more. Something about this strange man
seems so familiar, but Eli can’t even remember who he was before he
became a vampire, never mind explain the unwanted emotions the
enigmatic stranger ignites in his dead heart. So Eli has a choice—return
to the world that ruined him, or continue his self-imposed exile with no
hope of salvation.
Categories: Dark Themes,
Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Historical, Horror, M/M Romance, Mystery,
Paranormal, Romance, Vampires/Demons, Thriller
87,422 words – 260 pages
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Cover Artist: Latrisha Waters
With a sickening wet sound, his body finally
broke free of the earth. A cry of agony burst from between his perfect lips and
his head fell back against my shoulder. I felt his long eyelashes brush against
my neck as his eyes flickered in defiance of the blackness trying to consume
him.
“Stay with me fella, stay with me, we’ll be
home in a jiffy.”
Home, back to my castle, what the fuck was I
thinking? I was out of my little fucking mind. I didn’t know the man. I owed
him nothing. I had an Angel in my dining room and a German soldier in my
dungeon and to top things off, I lived with a ghost. Yet I still wanted to take
him home? No, I was intent on taking him home, I had decided that the moment I
saw him.
But why, why should I get involved, why
should I tread that path again, the path that could only lead to pain. It
always did. And yet, as I held him in my arms I felt it, something inescapable,
something that I could not understand, a stirring, a feeling, like something
found when all hope of ever finding it had been forgotten. Something
complicated.
A tingle of warning trickled up and down my
spine making my hair stand on end. I lowered the hunk to the ground, slowly,
carefully and whispered into his perfectly shaped ear. “Remain quiet.”
In a flash of lightning speed, I leapt into
a tree, clinging with one hand to a thick branch while my legs wrapped around
its thick girth. Someone was out there and not just Mr Fuck Me He’s Perfect.
The smell of human, living heart pumping human was unmistakable, that
incomparable odour carried on the wind to entice my nostrils and excite my
senses, and I was dutifully excited. But there was something else there too, a
feint undercurrent, an elusive aftertaste that went beyond sweat and
skid-marks, an elusive scent that pricked at my memory, the smell of Demon.
I saw him then, a German soldier winding his
way through the field of corpses. His uniform, a grey green feldbluse replete
with bottle green collar and shoulder straps, made him almost invisible amongst
the branches and the sludge. I could not see his face beneath his field cap but
I could easily make out the eagle and swastika emblem embroidered on the bottle
green cloth and I noted with disgust the Sturmgewehr semi-automatic rifle
hanging loosely from his shoulder.
The Nazi stood barely six metres away from
my injured future husband. Do not move lovely man, I said to myself, do not
move and don’t make a sound and if you can, be still your beating heart,
because to me it sounded like a jackhammer pounding through the forest. He was
frightened and in pain. His eyes darted everywhere looking for me, desperate
for me, pleading for me to drag him out of that Hell.
I saw the agony flash across his face before
the sound escaped his lips. My entire body tensed. Too late, the soldier heard
his pain.
He was running then, running towards my
Adonis in the pit. Without hesitation, I soared through the air and landed with
feline grace before him. The soldier fell backwards with a bloodcurdling
scream. The rifle landed at my feet and I picked it up, rising to my full
magnificent height, slowly and with purpose, relishing every moment of fear
that blossomed across the soldiers white features. I snapped the weapon as
easily as though it were a twig and threw the shattered weapon at his feet,
watching with satisfied relish as he scrabbled backwards in the mud, his mouth
curling away from his face as his terror burst from his throat.
“Demon! You are not from the camp. What are
you?”
My teeth extended and my eyes flashed black.
My Vampire was out. In one swift movement, barely visible to the human eye, I
leapt at him, pulling him off the floor with effortless ease, lifting his
flailing body high above my head. I threw him with all my might at the nearest
tree. His spine snapped with an audible bang as his fragile body wrapped itself
backwards around the trunk of the trembling pine, his lifeless body sliding to
the ground and my stomach rumbled. Dinner was served.
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I think that as I approach that milestone
that is fifty, I must be one of the oldest gamers on the face of this earth.
Many a day you will find me lashed to my PS4 enjoying a good session of Skyrim.
Who doesn’t love a good session of Skyrim?
I love writing—I have done it since I was a child when I would happily write about the latest episode of Doctor Who (Tom Baker in those days) in my schoolbooks. Growing up and becoming a business owner with my friend Jayne left little time to pursue my dream of publication, but of late the desire and the compulsion to put words onto paper have once again dominated my life so that now, my laptop has become surgically fused to my fingertips.
There is something desperately satisfying about telling a story. My fascination with History, Religion and Conspiracy theories have, in this instance, gone hand-in-hand with my love of all things vampire, fantasy, sci-fi and horror. I drove my parents nuts when I was young because that was all I would read about in books, all I would watch on television, but they have held me in good stead, and long may my obsession with the subjects continue, at least, that is, until the day they put me in my own wooden box. And imagination is such a wonderful thing. I once had a rather vivid dream about David Tennant and the Tardis console, but I could not possibly go into details about that here. Let’s just say that my polarity was well and truly reversed.
Dead Camp is just the beginning. I have to check my knickers every day at the thought that this book is now in the public domain. My first book, and I hope the first of many. And to those out there who love to write, who love to transport us to new worlds, or old worlds with a twisted perspective, I say to you keep going. I never thought I would ever see my work available to download, and thanks to eXtasy Books, the dream that I always thought unobtainable has finally come true. So thank you all at eXtasy, I am one happy homosexual thanks to you, and thank you the reader for taking the time to read this strange tale and allowing Eli and the incomparable Malachi into your lives.
I love writing—I have done it since I was a child when I would happily write about the latest episode of Doctor Who (Tom Baker in those days) in my schoolbooks. Growing up and becoming a business owner with my friend Jayne left little time to pursue my dream of publication, but of late the desire and the compulsion to put words onto paper have once again dominated my life so that now, my laptop has become surgically fused to my fingertips.
There is something desperately satisfying about telling a story. My fascination with History, Religion and Conspiracy theories have, in this instance, gone hand-in-hand with my love of all things vampire, fantasy, sci-fi and horror. I drove my parents nuts when I was young because that was all I would read about in books, all I would watch on television, but they have held me in good stead, and long may my obsession with the subjects continue, at least, that is, until the day they put me in my own wooden box. And imagination is such a wonderful thing. I once had a rather vivid dream about David Tennant and the Tardis console, but I could not possibly go into details about that here. Let’s just say that my polarity was well and truly reversed.
Dead Camp is just the beginning. I have to check my knickers every day at the thought that this book is now in the public domain. My first book, and I hope the first of many. And to those out there who love to write, who love to transport us to new worlds, or old worlds with a twisted perspective, I say to you keep going. I never thought I would ever see my work available to download, and thanks to eXtasy Books, the dream that I always thought unobtainable has finally come true. So thank you all at eXtasy, I am one happy homosexual thanks to you, and thank you the reader for taking the time to read this strange tale and allowing Eli and the incomparable Malachi into your lives.
And now I really need Skyrim.
…and stalking them :)
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ReplyDeleteLol, this was so much fun to read. Great interview Sean! Love the books. You Rock!
ReplyDeletethank you so much for your kind words MomaBear, really appreciate it xxxx
ReplyDeleteSean love the books, love your replies especially Iron man....lmao. Love you!
ReplyDeleteAnxiously awaiting book 3! 😜
lol, thank you so much my lovely Leah, and if it is any consolation, I am anxiously awaiting book 3 as well lol!!! Love to you my amazing girl xxx
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