Thursday, March 31, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: Something From Nothing

Author Name: Nicky James

Book Name: Something From Nothing
Series: Tales From Edovia
Book: One

Release Date: February 22, 2016

With an impending war breathing down his neck and an ornery group of councilmen trying to keep him on track, accidental and unlikely King, Alistair Ellesmere, struggles to find a balance between being young, having fun, and ruling his realm his way.
Alistair befriends Brandon, one of his prodigy new recruits, whose smart-ass personality drives him to the brink of insanity when he shows him up at every turn. Through an unexpected bit of witty manipulation, Alistair finds himself drawn down a forbidden path where he shares more than just a similar past with this man. Terrified at the idea of loving another man, but unable to tear himself away, Alistair is faced with the trials of secrecy, jealousy and the law.

Pages or Words: 344 pages

Categories: Fantasy, Fiction, Historical, M/M Romance, Romance

His dark blond hair falls in waves in front of his eyes, covering them again. I want to see those eyes. Need to see those eyes. He is no longer the scrawny kid who stood before me last spring. He has been working with Corban on strength training, as I suggested a while ago, and is showing much progress. His shirt is pulled tight over his newly developing muscles and my eyes move over his body, taking in his stunning appearance. My breath hitches in my throat as though I have forgotten how to breathe, which is ridiculous since I’ve been doing it all my life without a problem until now.
Ka-Thump, Ka-thump, Ka-thump.
It had started out as a challenge. Did I have the balls to match Brandon’s crazy antics? I thought so, but then, I ran away. Something happened that night to make me run and I have buried it deep, refusing to see it. Refusing to admit it. But it is there, undeniably there, and now as I stand before this man, heart ready to jump out of my chest, I know why. What Brandon suggested is crazy. It’s insane and was completely unexpected, but…It excites me, sends a thrill sparking through my body.
Bloody hell. I’m losing it. This is nuts.
Brandon risked a lot that night. The man all out admitted how he felt about me and I’m standing here, right now, because I need to know, as twisted and confusing as it is, if I feel the same.

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Meet the author:

I live in the small town of Petrolia, Ontario, Canada and I am a mother to a wonderful teenage boy (didn't think those words could be typed together...surprise) and wife to a truly supportive and understanding husband, who thankfully doesn't think I'm crazy.
I have always had two profound dreams in life. To fall back hundreds of years in time and live in a simpler world, not bogged down by technology and to write novels. Since only one of these was a possibility I decided to make the other come alive on paper.
I write mm romance novels that take place in fantastical medieval type settings and love to use the challenges of the times to give my stories and characters life.

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Publisher: Nicky James
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

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Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #28 (7.2)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for some flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, from 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts. Enjoy!

In this week's Moving Forward, Marshall and Lee are standing on the Observation Deck, as the cruise ship leaves Galveston. They enter into a conversation with a man standing near them. Find out if it's a friendly exchange or not in this week's episode. Then check out the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Moving Forward #28 (7.2)

“You’re not cold, are you?” Lee asked.

“No, not a bit,” Marshall assured him. How could he be, here in Lee’s embrace? Men were in motion all about them, he noticed, some watching the slowly receding lights of Galveston, others focused on scoping out the other men, like shoppers at a gay supermarket. Dustin wasn’t the only man on the prowl on this cruise. Marshall was glad he wasn’t in their situation. He knew in his heart he had the best man there was. That thought produced a smile.

A latecomer made his way to the rail beside them, staring out across the water. “I almost missed this,” he said aloud. “That’s what I get for not owning a watch.”

Marshall hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but he was standing right there, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the man’s comment. “Don’t feel bad. I don’t own one either,” he said. “That’s why they make cell phones, isn’t it?”

Lee snorted. Marshall had expected no less. “You better hope you don’t end up in the middle of nowhere, with no cell phone coverage. What would you do then? Use the position of the sun and stars? That I’d like to see.”

“Then I’d just ask you what time it was,” Marshall retorted without missing a beat. “Since we’re always together, I don’t see a problem there, do you?”

“So ultimately you still need a watch,” Lee said. “Just not on your own wrist.”

The stranger laughed, and Marshall couldn’t keep from grinning. Encouraged, he continued. “I guess that might be one of your more useful functions,” he joked. “Timekeeper.”

“So that’s why you keep me around. I was wondering,” Lee teased. Before Marshall could respond, he pulled him into a kiss, and anything he’d been about to say flew from Marshall’s head.

“Hey, I know you two!” the stranger suddenly exclaimed.

Marshall turned toward him apprehensively. Had that stupid YouTube video come back to haunt them?

“I have the cabin right across from yours,” he went on. “We ran into each other a little while ago.”
Marshall remembered him now. He and Lee’d put on quite the show on their way to their cabin. But at least that was better than being Internet-famous.

“My name’s Roger, by the way.” The man held out his hand toward them.

 Lee responded first.“I’m Lee,” he said, taking the man’s hand, “and this is Marshall.”

Marshall shook his hand in turn. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Roger said. “It’s so exciting, isn’t it? I mean, being on a gay cruise. Or any cruise, to be honest.”

“This your first cruise? Ours too,” Lee said.

As he spoke, Marshall took more notice of their neighbor. He was older than Marshall, but younger than Lee. Maybe thirty or so, but a youthful thirty. Sandy hair and freckles. Kind of looked like the boy next door.

“Yeah, first time ever,” Roger confirmed. “I kept waiting for the perfect man to spend a cruise with, but then I realized I might wait all my life and never meet him. And I figured out I don’t need anyone else to have fun. So here I am.”

“Good for you,” Lee said. “No reason you can’t make your own fun.”

“That’s for sure. And I can make new friends along the way.” He flashed them a big grin.  “By the way, I think you guys look so natural together, if you don’t mind my saying so. I envy that. Maybe someday I’ll find that too.”

“If you want it, I’m sure you will,” Marshall said. “And no, we don’t mind you saying so.” He returned Roger’s grin with a smile of his own.

“You have one of those rooms with a view, don’t you?” Roger asked. “I couldn’t quite swing that. Did yours come with a hot tub? I noticed in the brochure that some of them do.”

“Yep, Lee got us a hot tub,” Marshall said. “Damn nice one.”

“I bet, I bet,” Roger said. “I imagine it would be a lot of fun to sit there in all that lovely hot water and look out over the ocean. I’m going to have to try that next time.”

“I bet it will be,” Marshall agreed. Well, technically, that’s not what they’d been doing in the hot tub the first time. In fact, he could honestly say he hadn’t noticed any of the scenic view beyond Lee’s beautiful body.

“The food on the ship’s pretty good,” Roger commented. “And there’s plenty of it, too. A friend warned me that I could gain a lot of weight if I don’t watch it.” He patted his flat stomach. “I told him I’d take that chance.” He laughed, and Marshall and Lee joined in.

“Hey, would you guys like to get a drink? There’s plenty of bars on this ship, I’ve noticed. And music for every taste. What do you say?”

Lee and Marshall exchanged glances. Lee’s look was more questioning than anything, and Marshall realized it was his decision. The question was did he think this guy was another Dustin, and did they want to avoid other people for the duration of the cruise just on the chance he might be?

The answer was a resounding hell no. He gave a slight nod to Lee, allowing him to take the lead as he wished.

“Sounds like a great idea. Have a particular bar in mind?”

“There’s one on the next deck down that has some jazz. How does that sound?”

“Works for me,” Lee said, and Marshall chimed in with, “We like jazz just fine.”

“Good, glad to hear it. Listen, I don’t mean to be a pest or anything, and get in the way of your plans or anything. So don’t worry about me being the guy who just drops in unannounced. That’s not me, I promise.”

“Good to know,” Lee said with a smile. “Let’s find that bar.”

to be continued

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Virtual Book Tour: Calling the Reaper

Please welcome author Jason Pere, here to discuss his newest release, Calling the Reaper. Jason will be awarding 1 print copy of Calling the Reaper (international) or 2 eBooks (one of Calling the Reaper and the second winner's choice) to a randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find the other stops on the tour, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post.

Calling the Reaper
by Jason Pere


GENRE: Dark Fantasy



The time of the Unity has ended. Now, the realm of man is stranded between Paradise and Purgatory. The Valkyrie and Reaper battle over the fate of all who pass from the land of the living and into the afterlife.

Eight mortal spirits from vastly different worlds tread the same, inevitable path toward their last, crucial decision. Within them all exists the defining conflict every man must face—to look upon the end of their life with glory and honor, or to give credence to their baser longings, calling the Reaper to their own demise.

In this rich, harrowing tale of pride, deceit, honor, vengeance, and redemption, each individual must battle their inner turmoil, facing the sacrifices they have made before their unavoidable end in the land of the living.

But their last day in life is also their first day of death amidst the terrors of the underworld. Lord Master Death wants them all…and the real battle has only just begun.



It was said he could not be defeated. It was said he had slain over ten thousand warriors. It was said he had lived for nine hundred years and would live for nine hundred more. It was said that his father was the strike of lightning and his mother the winter’s frost, that he traded his spirit to a demon for the strength of twenty men. It was said his blades were forged from the teeth of dragons and his armor fashioned from the bones of giants.

No one knew how much was myth and how much truth save for this: he was the Fist of the Shogunate, the finest of warriors and the most brutal of killers. His thirst for blood and glory was unquenchable. His name was Kenji Rei.

In the final days of autumn, the air was filled with the crisp bite of the coming winter. The Emperor’s court found itself covered in the shadow of falling leaves and petals as the morning wind stripped the trees bare. Two men stood before an audience of some of the most prestigious men in the empire, including the Emperor himself.

The first man was a formidable bladesman of impressive lineage. Hoshi Okami was regarded far and wide as the pride of the Kobiko Dojo, the oldest and most exclusive school in all the empire. It admitted no more than four new students a year. Those Kobiko students were all remarkably gifted and skilled warriors in their own right, and they required not only one but two letters of recommendation from the most venerable Senseis in the empire before they could even petition for admittance.

Above any living practitioner, and arguably any practitioner of the Kobiko art who had ever lived, Hoshi Okami stood a paragon of the way of the warrior. To date, he had never declined a challenge and had fought precisely two hundred and eleven duels, winning each and every one of them. He was about to fight his two hundred and twelfth. Hoshi Okami currently served as the bodyguard and principle advisor to General Aiko Mastay. Okami’s opponent, and the second man before the gathered audience, was Kenji Rei, personal champion of the Shogun and Fist of the Shogunate.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jason Pere is a born-and-raised New Englander. He always had a passion for the arts and creative storytelling. At the age of thirteen, Jason took up the craft of acting for film and theater. He pursued that interest for over a decade until refocusing his medium of expression into writing.

At first, Jason took a causal interest in writing, starting with poetry and journaling. Over time, he honed his direction and finally began writing larger works. In November of 2012, Jason self-published his first book, Modern Knighthood: Diary of a Warrior Poet.

Since then, Jason has continued writing on his own, mostly short stories and poetry. Calling the Reaper was his first experience committing to a full-length Fiction title.

In early 2015, Jason became affiliated with Collaborative Writing Challenge (CWC). Since then, he has joined many other writers on numerous collaborative projects. Jason is a regular contributor to CWC and is scheduled to have multiple pieces of his work appear in their publications throughout 2016.

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Jason also writes fanfiction for Team Covenant on their Blog of the Pheonixborn, dedicated to the new game by Plaid Hat Games, ‘Ashes’. Go to to read Jason’s flash fiction work.


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Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Virtual Book Tour: Dead Camp

The Questions
  1. 1)            You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?
Hugh Jackman, and a large tube of lubricant. Need I say more?

  1. 2)            Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?
‘Love Never Dies,’ I am the Phantom, always loving the unobtainable. You should hear me singing when I’m cooking, that’s a tragedy in itself.

  1. 3)            Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scene using them:  galaxy, jet, cream
I squeezed into my jet pack, after first lathering my slightly overweight frame with as much lubricating cream as I dared. The port hole opened before me in a kaleidoscope of glittering light, a promise of the unexplored galaxy that lay beyond its swirling vortex. I had to rescue Hugh Jackman at all costs.

  1. 4)            You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anything you want. What’s the first thing you do and why?
I search out Hugh Jackman, get down on my knees and ask him to marry me. Hugh Jackman has enormous…arms, and I am gay, do I need to elaborate? So we get married, and live happily ever after, in bed, for the rest of our lives. Occasionally, Deadpool pays us a visit, and…. stays over…. but we won’t go there.

  1. 5)            What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
Going to a nightclub, seeing Hugh Jackman at the bar, and inviting him home for a man sandwich. My husband and I have been together for 27 years, so what can I say?

  1. 6)            When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
Plot. The characters have to develop from the plot. But, to contradict myself, as you write, very often the characters start to dictate the plot. How rude. I am writing Dead Camp 3 at the moment, and I had it planned, and plotted to within an inch of its life, and then the characters changed it. Scenes that existed in my head since the very beginning, thrown out at the whim of a defiant protagonist. I am not amused, and someone will have to die because of it. That will teach them. Plot and character go hand in hand and you cannot have one without the other.
  1. 7)            If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
Michael Fassbender. He can go from funny, to dark, to twisted, to sexy in the blink of an eye, and in my head that is exactly like me. Who wants to see a film about a boring, middle aged, slightly overweight Interior Designer who writes books on the side? Na! Now, a gorgeous, sexy Interior designer who seduces his male customers in the shop, and then murders them and uses their skin to make upholstery, and yet still maintains that cool air of charming aloofness, now that’s more like it. No? Well I tried.
  1. 8)            Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
In literature, it has to be Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Charming, cunning, lonely, monstrous. It all started with Dracula, he is possibly the best literary monster ever conceived. He is a creature desperate to be loved, but at the same time, his inner monster is incapable of love. It is a sadness he carries on his shoulders, together with the weight of his own tumultuous history.
In Film, the Alien. That thing scared the bloody crap out of me. I don’t think there is a single monster that has been realised on the screen that is so believable and so very terrifying. Yet, at the same time, the Alien is both fascinating, and stunningly beautiful, in a phallic kind of way. It is still my favourite film, and the one I have watched the most. It obsesses me. As a slice of sci-fi horror, it is so well realised, so completely ruthless, so unapologetic for killing, it is a true monster that does not need an excuse for being a monster.
  1. 9)            Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
Am I allowed to say High Jackman? No? That’s a shame. Okay, I will have to go with James Dean. He was so beautiful, and so very talented, yet so very tragic. His life ended way too early, and we can only wonder what he could have achieved if he had not been killed in that car crash. Did I say he was beautiful?
  1. 10)          Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
Too late, I’m writing it now. Dead Camp book 3. I will admit that I am truly terrified by the reaction this instalment may cause. Controversial, oh yes dear heart. I nearly shied away from this story, but the replacement idea was nowhere near as powerful or pertinent to the story arc as my original idea so I jumped in and went with it. This book is vital to the series, because it explains so many of the ‘who is who’ and the ‘why’s’ of books 1 and 2. It has been planned from the beginning, and yes it really makes me nervous. This series of books is ultimately about a father’s forgiveness, and without this story, the books would not work, and the emotional impact that it is heading for would not pay off. So, in for a penny, in for a pound. Too late now, it’s done.

Sean Kerr

Why do you write?
I love to create stories and characters, it’s a fantastic escape from every- day living. I love to take an idea and start developing a story and characters around it, and I love to see where it takes me! If I am lucky enough that an audience likes it and reads it, then that really is the ultimate thrill!
When did you decide to become a writer?
It was not a conscious decision. I have written since I was a child, and I am now 46! But when I decided to write Dead Camp, when the idea became so powerful and would not let me sleep, I decided that I would do everything in my power to get a publisher and get the work into as good a situation as possible. And it worked! Extasy books have been fabulous.
What genre are your books?
Supernatural, paranormal, horror, gay, a general sprinkling of erotica, conspiracy, history. Have I left anything out?
What draws you to this genre?
I have always loved supernatural/paranormal books, LOVED Twilight, LOVED the True Blood books, and that sent me off wanting to do my own spin on that genre. Plus I have always wanted to write a Vampire story, but one that changed the conventions, and hopefully does something a bit different with the genre.
What made you decide to sit down and actually start something?
I had an idea and it would not let me sleep. The idea grew and grew and I knew it would take a number of books to see it through, so I had to write it. I started Dead Camp to see where it would lead me, and now I know exactly where it is going and how the very last page of the series will look. I’m so excited about it that it stops me from sleeping because I keep seeing bits of it in my head. It’s an obsession, as is writing in general I think.

Do you write full-time or part-time?
Part time. I have an Interior Design business in Cardiff called Home Zone Design, with my fabulous business partner Jayne, so that takes up all my working days sadly. If I could walk away from that and write all day I would, but sadly we cannot afford to hire anyone so that isn’t going to happen lol!
Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?
I try to do a couple of hours a night and I try to do as much as I can on days off. However, my debut novel Dead Camp has just gone live on extasy books and Amazon and all my time has been spent doing social media stuff and trying to get the book out there, so I have been a bit lack of late!
How do you think you’ve evolved creatively?
Not sure about that. I do think my writing has improved dramatically over this process, my editors at extasy have been fantastic! I’ve always had a pretty active imagination, and this series is pushing that to the limits and I love it. The one thing that does happen when you write it that the more you do it, the better you become, and the more ideas you have!
What have you written?
Dead Camp is my first published work. I have written loads over the years, lots of bad stuff, lots of screen plays. I have a file full of half-finished things and ideas that I am looking forward to getting back to once the Dead Camp series is finished. While to go there yet though lol.
Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just seeing where an idea takes you?
I start from a rough outline, and before I start writing I always know where I need each character to go and where the story needs to go. Dead Camp is going to be a big series, possibly 6 books, and I know exactly where each one will be, start, end, and how each one affects the next, and I know exactly how it ends.

How do you market your books?
Facebook, twitter, Goodreads, yahoo groups. That is my main thrust at the moment and believe me it all takes a lot of doing. How effective it is I don’t know yet, I am a very small fish in a very, very large sea.
Is there any marketing technique you used that had an immediate impact on your sales figures?
Facebook. As soon as I announced the publication of the book, people were buying it. Also, because I am lucky enough to have a fantastic publisher in extasy books, they also sell it from their website, and they have a huge following, so hopefully at some point that will kick in.
What advice would you give to aspiring authors?
Never give up. Keep writing, even if it’s bad, because you will improve. If you have an idea, go with it. Don’t get sidetracked either, as I am now lol. You have to write all the time, to develop your style and your skills. Never take ‘NO’ as the final answer. I was refused by every agent in the Readers & Writers Handbook, but just when I thought there was no point in going on, I approached six publishers directly and within three weeks I had three offers.
Sadly, no-one is going to do it for you, so you have to do it for yourself!
Give us an insight into your main character. What does he do that is so special?
Eli is so arrogant and so self-assured, that you can’t help but love him. It’s not so much what he does that is special, it’s the horror he has been through. He has been through so much that you would think it could not get any worse. But as Dead Camp begins, it does get worse, and his history unfolds through the books to the point where you really need something good to happen to him. He thinks his arrogance and his sexy attitude can get him through it all, but he discovers that nothing is further from the truth.

Where do your ideas come from?
The strangest of places. Dead Camp came to me while watching a World War two film. Documentaries on the Discovery channel also fuel my imagination. Also, there are a couple of future books I would like to write inspired by some terrible nightmare I had as a child that have always stayed with me.   
What is the hardest thing about writing?
Getting the time to write!
What was the hardest thing about writing your latest book?
Finding someone to take it seriously and publish it. Agents didn’t want to know. Three publishers did straight away.
Who is your favorite character in your book and why?
Eli, because he is so naughty and I would love to be him!
Who is your least favorite character and why?
Melek. He is so bad that you can’t help but love him. Not all evil is as dark as you think.
What is your next project?
Dead Camp book two out so I am trying to get the third one written as we speak!
Who is your favorite fictional character and why?
Count Dracula. I have read that book so many times I can almost recite it! He is not strictly evil, and I think in the end he just wants to be loved. That feels as relevant today as it did when it was first written.
What one person from history would you like to meet and why?
Judy Garland. I’m gay, need I say more?
If there was one thing you could do to change the world, what would it be?
End poverty.
Who is your favorite author?
Charlaine Harris

What is one thing you hate about being a writer?
That I have to work in a shop in order to survive instead of writing all day lol.

Author Name: Sean Kerr

Book Name: Dead Camp
Series: Dead Camp
Book: One

Release Date: January 1, 2016

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.

Pages or Words: 87,422 words, 260 pages

Categories: Dark Themes, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Historical, Horror, M/M Romance, Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires/Demons, Thriller


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.
And now I really need Skyrim.
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