Friday, November 22, 2013

COVER REVEAL - The Misadventures of Dick Grewcock

I have combined all the stories and added two more to make the adventures of Dick all in one place. Here is the final cover. The Misadventures of Dick Grewcock will be released December 24th!

Vampires, Zombies, Voodoo and a possible UFO sighting…take a wild ride with the computer geek on an impossible mission not to lose of his humanity.

Dick Grewcock is a computer geek wanting more out of life. Yearning for a girlfriend, he takes steps to make his dream come true. Vampires are handsome, powerful, and have women falling over them—everything he’s not. Becoming one wasn’t an easy task and he had to find an real vampire willing to turn him.

Christmas Eve, he begins an impossible mission for his boss. Before he starts, a cute spitfire woman just as geeky as him walks into Vampires ‘R Us and life changes. He could have everything he wanted—a pretty girlfriend and a great job—if he could just convince her.

Noelle St. Nicholas is on a mission to save her home and won’t take no for an answer. The only one who can help her is Dick, the nerd staring at her and looking really weird.

Follow the adventures of Dick Grewcock to find true love without losing his humanity.

Monday, October 21, 2013


Yep, one week to go and I'll be on Blog Radio at Hummingbird Place talking about vampire romance books and in particular I'll showcase Born Again in Dreams!!! Stop by and say hi and ask questions. When I get a direct URL I'll post here.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013


Bring back the Old Time vamps!

No sparkles…no sensitivity…no moaning and groaning (except in ecstasy) about his immortality…

Vampires should be more like Dracula, Count Ruthven and Sir Francis Varney, the Big Three, the original literary vampires, all “mad, bad, and dangerous to know.”  To know them was to love them…and meet a quick death thereafter.

Any who followed after should follow their lead and march proudly down the corridors of Time, loving every century of it.

If there are rules, they should be the ones set down long ago by Bram Stoker:

*avoid sunlight,

*no garlic allowed,

*easy on the crosses and holy water,

*keep plenty of native soil around,

*bring on the virgins!

When I wrote, Death in the Blood, I wanted to make it different, not only by reverting to the earlier portrait of the vampire, but by following through on the fact that the Undead are immortal. I mean…why begin it in the past and end it in the present? Most vampire tales stop when they get to the present even if the vampires continue to exist.  Why?  If someone’s living forever, then prove it by looking ahead. Immortal means just that…it goes on forever

As Buzz Lightyear said, “To Infinity and Beyond!

At the moment, I can think of only one other writer who’s taken his vampires into the future and I imagine you know who I mean, Cynthia…a certain Mike Arsuaga with his Progeny of Evolution series. Before I’m deluged with emails stating, “I did that, too!” let me say: I imagine there may be others, but I’m not aware of them.

So… As I later did with The Night Man Cometh, I started the story in the past and took it into the future.

Christopher Landless is my latest Undead creation and he follows the lead set by Damien laCroix, Vlad Chemare, the Andriescus, and Karel Novotny.  He’s a thief and an opportunist. He just makes the mistake of robbing the wrong person. Instead of a handful of jewelry, he gets immortality instead. Oh, Kit has a bit more conscience than his nosferatu brethren. He still remembers what it was to be human, but when it gets right down to the nitty and the gritty, he fights to save those like himself and not humans. In spite of that, I believe I’ve managed to make him a “hero” readers will like.

Kit’s story stretches from 1794 to the year 2580. For a while, Man and Vampire managed to live side-by-side peacefully, then a terrible event occurs making humans decide vampires are too dangerous to be allowed to go free. They’re imprisoned in concentration camps, on islands surrounded by moats of blessed water.

It was a challenge to fall back on the expected way of containing and fighting vampires while transforming them into futuristic forms. Staying true to the original genre while updating it to near-science fiction was a definite test of originality and writing skills. I believe I managed it adequately. At least I hope I did.

...Mankind admitted vampires exist?
...Vampires followed Man into the stars, inhabiting every plant in the galaxy?
...They solved the "Vampire Problem" by putting the Undead in concentration camps?
What would happen if someone decided to destroy the imprisoned nosferatu?
Would the police investigate?
Should they?
Forced to assist Lieutenant Katherine Dalia in the case, vampire Christopher Landless fights desire and thirst to uncover a motive of long-lingering revenge as both vampire and mortal discover old crimes never go unpunished.


Someone was moaning, a low hurt-animal whimpering. It was several seconds before Kit realized the sound was coming from his own mouth. He opened his eyes, seeing...nothing...

            Solid, blank, blackness.

            Merciful God, I'm blind! He needed to rub his eyes. His right hand… Something hampered the movement. What the Hell? He flexed his fingers, thrust them out. They curled around a thick cylindrical shape. A bed post. His right wrist, as well as his left, was tied to a bed post. He tried to move his legs. They, too, had been bound.

            By now, his eyes were becoming accustomed to the dark. He could make out a door. There was also the faint frame of a window with moonlight filtering through an opening in heavy curtains, large dark blocks that were furniture, the bed’s shadow-draped canopy…and himself.


            What the devil’s going on?  Naked and tied spread-eagle to a bed. In the dark. This has to be a dream, a nightmare. Aye, that’s it! And in a little while, he’d awaken and find himself face down on one of the Coachman’s splinter-rough tables, having once more swilled himself brainless on that bad ale the barkeep sold. With Nolly Jack and Ned and all the others laughing at him.

            He relaxed, waiting for the dream to fade. Waiting to awaken.

            It didn’t happen.

            I’m awake. This is real. While he was unconscious, someone had brought him to this place, stripped him, and trussed him to the bed posts. Who did it? Why?

            In anger Kit jerked his right hand, trying to wrench it free of the ropes, his struggles becoming more furious as his bonds refused to yield. It was only as he felt skin tear and sticky wetness trickle down one wrist that he lay still again. He had to get free but ripping his flesh apart wasn’t the way to do it.

            “Hello? Is anyone there?” He raised his head. When there was no sound other than the dying echo of his own voice, he broke into movement again. “Damn it, answer me!”

            In fury, he broke into a flurry of movement. That only served to rock the bed and abrade his wrists even more. And then…

…the door opened. She came in. His intended victim.

            The glow from the candle she carried spread warmth upon her pale skin, shadowing her face with planes and hollows. It highlighted the crimson night rail into a liquid softness, a dark red river clinging to her breasts and flowing over hips and thighs. She glided rather than walked to the bed, stopping to look down at Kit.

            “So…my young thief, you’re awake. How do you feel?” Her voice was low and beautiful now that it wasn’t strident with fury.

            “What kind of question is that?” He didn’t try to hide his anger. How do I feel? I feel like Hell!”

            “I doubt that.” Her lips quivered as if suppressing a smile. “Though you very well may before this night is over.”

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Thanks for sharing your vision of vampires with everyone today, Tony-Paul! Good luck with all your sales.

Cynthia Arsuaga   

Friday, June 14, 2013


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Welcome to my stop on the SCP Paranormal Blog Hop! I write in many genres, but mainly paranormal with an emphasis on my favorite vampires. I love writing about them so much, I have three distinct series. I have also co-authored a series with my husband, Mike, telling the story of Drake Martin and Kady Hartley. He’s a private investigator who has the special talent of shifting into a Yorkshire terrier. Yep, that was a fun story to write that Mike and I wrote a sequel. We’re planning the third one now.
To add to the fun of the day, I’m reposting a fun fact about vampire lore blog I did months ago. I love sharing interesting facts about my favorite paranormal characters. I’ll be giving away a $10 GC to Secret Cravings Publishing to one lucky random commenter. All you have to do is give me an interesting “fact” about vampires that I haven’t listed below. Winner will be drawn on Monday, June 17th by
I’m also giving a sneak peek excerpt from my most recent release, A Vampire’s Bite of Flesh, Episode 3 of the Misadventures of Dick Grewcock. Enjoy!
Good luck and have fun this weekend. Oh, don’t forget to link back to other participating SCP authors!


CLOCKS:  According to European folklore, a person’s house can be protected from a vampire attack by stopping the clocks at the time of death. Stopping a clock is said to put the corpse into a sort of suspended animation, preventing demonic forces from entering the body until it is ready for burial and therefore not becoming a vampire.

COUNTING:  In Chinese narratives about vampires, they state that if a vampire comes across a sack of rice it will have to stop and count all the grains. These are similar myths recorded on the Indian continent and even in South America. The vampire isn’t repelled or pierced by the objects, rather the creature is compelled to eat them or count them one at a time, thereby slowing them down and away from the living. (I used a variation of this in the Born Vampire series. The vampires have OCD, I explained.)

INCENSE:  Composed of grains of resins and spices that are burned or sprinkled on lighted charcoal to create a sweet or pungent odor, incense has been used in many religions over the centuries to drive out evil entities from a person or a place. In fighting vampires, it ranks alongside garlic as a preventative measure and as a way to counteract the stench of death. In some regions of Romania, it was often pushed into the ears, eyes, and nostrils of a corpse to stop an evil spirit from entering and reanimating the body.
Folklore, not of the fictional types created today which have variations ~

The ability to cause
impotence ~ This surely wouldn’t work with any of my vampires.

The ability to cause
plagues, epidemics, crop failures and the deaths of livestock.

Methods of protection differ from region to region and country to country, but some of the most common means of securing safety are listed below:

Thorns:  Considered to be magical barriers against vampires and witches.

Calling three times:  In Romanian lore it was believed that one should never answer someone unless they call three times, because it was said that vampires can only ask a question twice. If someone answers a vampire, the vampire has the power to kill them.  (This sounds like a “Beetlejuice” variation!)

Lemon: In Saxony in Germany, a lemon was placed in the mouth of suspected vampires.

Bread and cheese:  Among some Slavic Gypsies, offerings of bread and cheese were made to appease vampires. In Transylvania wine was buried with bodies for the same purpose.

Holly, hawthorn, and wild rose are all said to harm vampires.

SNEEZING:  There are numerous widespread folk beliefs that the soul temporarily leaves the body through the mouth during a sneeze and is therefore vulnerable to the forces of evil. Sneezing creates an opportunity for evil entities to enter the body through the mouth and take possession of it. In the folklore of Romania, sneezing can attract or empower a vampire unless a blessing is given immediately after.
SOCK:  According the lore of the Gypsies from Eastern Europe, the left sock of a vampire can be used to drive it away or even kill it. Vampire hunters steal the sock from the grave, fill it with rocks, and throw it outside the village, preferably into a river or running water. The vampire will then wake up, miss its sock, and start searching for it, even if that means entering the water and drowning in an attempt to retrieve it. Like the use of seeds and grain to distract the vampire into counting for centuries, this is based on the widespread belief that vampires are obsessive creatures. (Why the hunters just didn’t stake the vampire instead of stealing its sock just doesn’t make sense, but this is all myth, right?)

VISION:  The eyes of vampires are often described as hellish and hypnotic and able to paralyze victims. They may also turn blood red when the vampire begins to feed. The superb night vision of vampires isn’t explained or even mentioned in folklore but it is implied, as generally the vampire of folklore is a nocturnal creature. (My vampires’ eyes turn red not when they want to feed, but when their sexually aroused.)

And last, but not least, is this one!

WATERMELONS:  Among the Muslim Gypsies of Yugoslavia, watermelons like pumpkins, could become vampires, especially if they had teeth and had been kept for more than ten days or for too long after Christmas. Stained with drops of blood, these not very deadly or threatening vampires roll around making growling sounds, for no other reason than to irritate the living. (Yep, fanged watermelons rolling around the ground certainly would irritate me!)

All these interesting facts are from “The Element Encyclopedia of Vampires” by Theresa Cheung and I hope you have enjoyed learning a few new things about vampire folklore, myths and legends.

BLURB from A Vampire’s Bite of Flesh:

Dick Grewcock is a vampire working full-time as a computer consultant for Vampires ‘R Us. He had everything he wanted—a pretty girlfriend and a great job—or so he thought. A hurricane blows through town a week before the Fourth of July making a real mess, including riling the sugar craving mush-brain humans. Operation Zombie Takedown begins at Fang Shui, the local vampire bar, to get the infestation under control. Dick’s existence was about to change—again.

Noelle St. Nicholas is Dick’s girlfriend, but four months ago she met with an unfortunate accident and ended up in a cryopreservation chamber at a high security laboratory. She’s revived and Dick isn’t sure she’ll forgive him for what he did.

Dick battles zombies with fireworks exploding and learns what it means to be the vampire he was meant to be, but at what price to losing what’s left of his humanity?


Dick blinked a few times, adjusting his eyes to the brighter light and to gain his bearings. The stench of sweat and cigarette smoke filled his nostrils and every breath he took burned his lungs. God, he knew having the planning meeting here would be a mistake. Why not the VRU offices? At least they were private and smoke-free. But, no, that would have been too easy. Vlad insisted on checking out his latest acquisition, and as he put it, the bar was a good place to keep an eye on others in his coven. Killing two birds, yada, yada, yada.
Dancers scantily-clad in G-strings and sequined pasties climbed, turned and twisted on the brass poles bolted on the five mini-stages scattered around the room. Gyrating couples, males, females and others—Dick couldn’t tell what they were—writhed in a sea of limbs, music, and flashing multi-colored lights. He glanced around, disoriented from the pounding in his head. Where the fuck was the bar? And where was his partner?
Urgh! A partner. Another vamp. A pain in the ass vamp cohort his sire insisted on him having until the zombie infestation was exterminated. Dealing with the punk vampire was another reason for his headache. Why did I have to find that ad in the Yellow Pages?
It took him several minutes, but he finally saw his target—a vacant place to sit and have a strong drink. He forced his way through the oversexed crowd of sweaty skin, strong perfume, and the tables with seated customers, advancing slowly to the bar on the far right side of the nightclub. He strode quickly toward his objective, an empty stool at the end of a long, curved bar. On the other side of the sleek wood counter, a man stopped restocking bottles of Vlad’s popular blood soda and stared in Dick’s direction.
Halfway on his trek to the bar, a woman slammed into him. Obviously drunk or high on something, he instinctively sensed she was human, not vampire. He pushed past her, cursing under his breath. What the hell was the world coming to? Vampires, zombies, and what would come next? Werewolves and the Easter Bunny?
Dick reaffirmed his reasons as to why he hated coming to Fang Shui. The dildos that worked there were no different than the types he dealt with when human. Nothing ever changes. Not even the predictable weather.
The first week of July in Florida brought the bitch heat of summer in full swing. Ninety degree days and seventies at night made for sticky situations when hunting for the zombies on the loose. Hurricane Chucky blustered through the Orlando area only a week ago. Eighty-five mile an hour winds along with spotty tornados ripped roofs off houses, damaged parts of the international airport, and the amusement parks suffered enough to keep them closed after seven days. Not that any of those problems affected him directly, but it did make for interesting news to take his mind off Noelle.
Buck Rogers’ Spaceship! Stop thinking of her.
Despite how he didn’t want to be at the meeting, safety at the bar was a welcome relief compared to the chaos he passed on the drive over. Traffic lights were still out at some of the secondary intersections, and people didn’t adhere to the rules of the road. Long lines at gas stations didn’t make sense, either, when the power didn’t work. Did all common sense get blown away with the storm? Was I that dense as a human?
Shaking his head as he grabbed the edge of the wooden barstool to stake claim to the valued real estate, he hauled himself up onto one of the last remaining seats. The place looked like the entire population of vampires and wannabe human groupies had decided to join in the rowdy behavior at the same time. A lot of residences had been damaged, as well as night haunts of the blood-kind. Hurricane Chucky wreaked havoc on the area in more ways than one. The scare of the zombies must be driving them here. What’s with the public display of sex? That’s a new one for this place.
Blooding and sex always seemed to go hand-in-hand in this new life he led, but Dick hadn’t seen such an overwhelming sense of laissez faire toward revealing what he considered a private matter. Was Vlad aware of this? Granted, he’d only been a vampire since last October. Halloween exactly, which was more like November first, but he’d seen a lot of action in those eight to nine months. Maybe this is a special event night at Fang Shui, like Karaoke Night. No, Stormin’ Chucky Sex Night!
He laughed to himself with the thought. With a wave of his hand, he caught the bartender’s attention. He’d frequented the vamp haunt four or five times in the last two months. Ted had been tending bar every time.
“What’ll it be tonight, Dick?” The young, hip-looking vampire bartender asked. The man wiped a towel along the varnished wood bar top waiting for an answer.
Why couldn’t I have looked like him as a human?
“VieSang, cherry.” The nasty stuff was his favorite among the flavors available. Since turning last Halloween, he’d supplemented his need for blood with the weird-ass concoction. The blood-laced carbonated drink came in ten varieties, and he’d tried them all. Some he couldn’t get past his lips, let alone down his gut. The tart one had the most tolerable taste.
“For a change?”
The sarcastic tone wasn’t lost on Dick. “What can I say? I like popping cherries with my blood.” Not really, but better than nothing. As one of the many creations in Vlad’s business empire, the ten flavors of the nasty tasting drink acted as a change of pace for whole blood. Cherry at least was more palatable than the peppermint-flavored one he made at Christmas-time. I’d have thought after eight months I’d get used to the crap. But, no. I wish spiking it with alcohol was tolerable. I could use a stiffer drink. Unfortunately, he learned the hard way that the only way vampires could tolerate spirits was by assimilating through sucking blood from an imbibing human. With all the numbers of humans in the bar tonight, he was tempted but brushed the thought aside quickly. He knew that would be nothing but trouble waiting to happen.
“You’re early, if you’re here for the meeting. Vlad hasn’t shown up yet.”

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