Author Name: Sean Kerr
Book Name: Dead Camp
Series: Dead Camp
Book: One
Publisher: Extasy Books
Cover Artist: Latrisha Waters
Release
Date: January 1, 2016
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.
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
Excerpt:
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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Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Sean
Kerr author of Dead Camp.
Hi Sean, thank you for agreeing to this
interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
Hello! Well, I’m a 46-year-old gay man living
in Cardiff, Wales, with my partner of 27 years, Derek. Oh, and our two cats,
Rita and Harry, and a load of tropical fish! I have worked in retail most of my
life, and for the past 11 years, I have been running my own Interior Design
business in Cardiff with my fabulous business partner, Jayne. I am a huge
sci-fi and horror fan, Doctor Who being my first love in television, Alien my
first love in film. Sigh. How I would love to write for both of them, but that
is never going to happen, so move on lol.
Working for yourself, and trying to pay
yourself, is not easy. Bit like being an author then lol. In an ideal world, I
would love to see our shop run by someone else so that I could spend my days
writing, but again that is just not going to happen. I love the design
industry, I love working with fabrics and blinds, and helping our customers to
create a beautiful home, but at the same time, I do not want to spend the rest
of my life tied to our store. The recession hit 3 years after we opened and it
has been a struggle, but we survived, and Jayne and I are proud of our
achievement.
Writing has always been my passion. I never
thought, never in a million years, that I would be published, and here I am
with two books out, and I am now busy writing my third! When I started this
series of books two years ago, I wrote to every agent in the Artists and
Writers yearbook, and then some, well over 200 emails and letters, and I have a
huge pile of ‘no’s’. I was on the verge of giving up. I knew my book was a bit
fruity, I knew my book was contentious, but it was something I really wanted to
write, and I loved every minute of writing it. Just when I thought there was no
point in pursuing Dead Camp, I started to write something else, but then I
thought I would try contacting some publishing houses direct. I contacted 6
publishers, and within two weeks had 3 offers of a contract! To say that I
screamed a lot would be an understatement. I signed with the wonderful Extasy
Books, and boy are they fabulous. My editors, cover designer, all of them, just
wonderful, talented, incredibly supportive people, and I feel mighty privileged
to be with them. I owe them everything, for making my dream come true, and I
hope that we will be together for very, many years!
Dead Camp is a series of books, all with
different stories that tell one big saga. As a gay man, I wanted to write it
from a gay perspective, so all my characters are gay, well, except the odd one
or two…spoilers sweetie. The series of books start during World War 2, and as
they progress, you will find yourself in Victorian London, the Crucifixion, and
then back to the downfall of Hitler. It’s a complex story, and every character
is linked, even if they don’t know it. Book 1 & 2 are out, and I am
currently working on book 3, which has been the toughest write so far. This
book is proving particularly challenging because of the subject matter, but I
think I have just broken the back of it, so now, with a bit of a push, I can
finish the first draft.
When all is said and done, Dead Camp may
contain Vampires, Ghosts, Demons and Angels, but ultimately, it is a story of a
father’s forgiveness, and tolerance of that which is different, in a roundabout
sort of way. I know the very last page of the very last book, it is there, in
my many, many notes, and all I can say is, have a very large box of tissues at
the ready!
1) Do you
buy a book because of the cover, the blurb, or something else?
A
bit of both. If the cover attracts me, and the blurb excites me, then in my
basket goes the book. Covers are an art form in their own right, and thank God
for Extasy Books and their fantastic group of talented people. Latrisha Waters
designed my cover at Extasy, and I am thrilled with the finished cover. My
blurb? I’m not sure about that. That is a skill I think I need to improve.
Of
late, I have bought books because I have seen the film. When I saw the first
Hunger Games film, and the first Maze Runner, I bought all the books straight
away. Same with The Mortal Instruments. As a result, I now have a great love
for YA novels.
We
cannot underestimate the power of a review. If someone recommends a book to me,
I will look it up, read the reviews, look at the cover and blurb, then make my
decision. A bad review will not make me ignore a book, especially if there are
good reviews for it as well. We all have different tastes after all. But I do
think that reviews are one of the most important things when purchasing a book,
and now as an author, even more so.
2) What
does ‘romance’ mean to you?
Never
taking the one you love for granted. It’s the little things that show love and
romance, not the big gestures. Consideration, understanding, patience. Yes, the
occasional unexpected kiss, the holding of my hand, the bending me over the
kitchen work surface, they wouldn’t go amiss I can tell you, but I will settle
for a life filled with companionship, and a deep felt love any day.
3) What
are your current projects?
Dead Camp 3, hopefully by the summer.
This book is a bitch to write, for so many reasons. The subject matter in this
book in particular is a tough one, and because it is pivotal to the entire
series, I really have to get it right. If this book fails to tell the story
properly, then the entire series will suffer because of that, so while I am
writing as fast as I can, I would rather take the time to tell the story I need
to tell, get it right, and write it to the best of my ability.
After Dead Camp? I have a folder of
ideas. There are two that I really want to start as soon as Dead Camp finishes.
One is a Frankenstein story, the other is my own take on the Superhero story. I
can’t wait to get started on them.
4) What
is the most difficult part of writing for you?
Finding
the time to sit down and write. I work full time, I have an Interior Design
business with my fabulous business partner, Jayne. So time is a tough beast. I
get home at 6 in the evening, prepare food, and then by 7.30ish I am usually at
my computer. I attend to all my social media needs…and I really need to manage
that time better…and then I write. I try to get in a few hours every night. I
then turn into bed about 12.30, up for work at 7, and the routine starts again.
Writing is obsessing my life at the moment and I love it. My crafting,
gardening, my PS4, all have fallen by the wayside. I need to get book 3 out, and
then I need to re-charge ready for book 4. So basically I squeeze writing into
every spare moment I have lol.
5) Tell
us something about yourself that would surprise people.
I
am painfully shy, no, really. If I have to go somewhere that I have never been,
or if I have to meet people that I have never met, I fall apart. Back in my DIY store days and my Department
store days, I had to do lots of presentations, and it used to make me feel
sick. To stand up and talk to people fills me with horror. I have absolutely no
confidence. In anything. I also cannot spell for my life, and my grammar is
terrible. Okay, now I am going to crawl into the corner and cry.
Meet the author:
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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