Thursday, November 24, 2016

Vote for The 50 Best Indie Books of 2016! My Novel is in HORROR!

Could you? Would you? 


My very dark horror novel, Circus of Horrors is up for this award in the HORROR category. 
It is a character-driven horror novel. 

I enjoyed writing it because I felt it was important to give reasons for the violence on the part of some circus performers. 

I hope you vote for your favorite books in all the genres. But I do ask when it comes to HORROR, Please vote for mine! 

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Exotic Offerings in Victorian London

Bathory and her creator, Anton, might be vampires, but they know what's lucrative and what isn't. Here they find themselves in Victorian London. They are determined to open up a very special emporium, offering unique pleasures. They discover an underground network of like-minded merchants, known to provide anything for the right price.

"HERE WAS something so deliciously low about Dark City, so thrilling it proved quite an aphrodisiac for us. A few of our coven didn’t wish to be there, so they left—but most went along with us. The place was as it was. We knew it would never look as good even as our brothel on Russell Street.

There was nothing we could do about the dampness, the wet walls, or the dankness. The air was stale and harmful, but we knew ourselves to be immune to any sort of illness of that nature. I discussed these issues with Ponsonby and he said his lungs weren’t what they had been, which proved to me he had been addicted to that underground garden of vice for years.

We brought furnishings and fixed it up just to a very basic standard. We added mirrors and cushions. Well, these are a must in brothels, fancy or not. You had the idea to extract and install much from the playroom, including some rather interesting punishment devices. We got a lot of attention from our competitors, who were quite impressed with the variety of implements we had. A certain Mr. Dane enjoyed being flogged by our vampires.

This we did in a sectioned off place you had created so there would be anonymity. Dane enjoyed it so much, he’d pay us whatever we asked. We found out later that he was a diplomat from Denmark.

The more we got to know him, the more we became used to his requests. He was involved in so many sexual perversions, it quite amazed both of us. Still, we provided what he liked. Suffice it to say, he kept us on our toes because he paid us well for his entertainments. It all was working out well. We both agreed. What we could never get used to was the notion of staying there all the time. So we’d travel back to our mansion. Our coven went, too. They didn’t want to stay underground for more than several hours at a time.

Our new venue encouraged us to permit lethal draining as it was so easy to dump a corpse in the river. That proved quite exciting to us both as we had not indulged ourselves for some time..."

5 stars! Her best work yet!
As one blood-soaked page follows another we are pulled further and further into the depths of depravity to which Bathory is prepared to sink in order to fulfill her widlest sexual fantasies and murderous lusts.

5 stars! Vampires...blood baths!

Solid Gothic Horror from Gill

99 cents now through Saturday

Monday, November 21, 2016

The Immortal Bathory and Film!

As Bathory continues to exist, she sees a world she feels more comfortable in, one in which  there is increasing scope for her depravity and fantasies. One can even make money in such a world!  So it is when she and Anton discover the dawn of motion pictures...!


"We frequented great nickelodeon palaces on Union Square, remember? We saw our first films in little machines that you looked into. It was all so primitive by later standards. We met a man who impressed us by saying he knew how to make celluloid photographic films.

We had him over to show him what we did.

“I suspected you were different,” he said. Well-chosen words, I thought. We showed him our playroom and asked him if he’d care to stay the night. He said he’d love it.

By that time, we had a different coven with some very beautiful females and males. As we didn’t know his preference, we offered him both kinds. He loved the females. We sent in two and didn’t hear a peep out of him until the next night! They fed on him and though he laughed about it, he kept rubbing his cock. “I won’t be using that for a while,” he said.

It wasn’t long before he suggested the most amazing thing to us. “I venture to say,” he said. “You both look like good business people. Have you ever thought of using film on your premises?” Film? What would we do with that, we said?

But then I noticed the excitement in your eyes. “Damita! Think of it! All that goes on here...we can film it!” It hit me then. The fucking and feeding. The orgies—all of it on film! I agreed. We made plans after he told us all about his techniques. “I will be an observer,” he said. “Speak to your performers...” What a wonderful word! Performers. You thought we should let all of them see this invention..."

5 stars! Her best work yet!
As one blood-soaked page follows another we are pulled further and further into the depths of depravity to which Bathory is prepared to sink in order to fulfill her widlest sexual fantasies and murderous lusts.

5 stars! Vampires...blood baths!

Solid Gothic Horror from Gill

99 cents thru Saturday

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Excerpt of an Intimate Encounter!

Bathory and her creator and lover Anton and a sexual encounter...

"He took the liberty of running his hands over my breasts. When he noted the look of annoyance on your face, he asked if he could continue, whereupon you told him to carry on, which sounded very uncaring. You rushed out of the room then. Anton, I was furious. I was given some blood wine mixed with something and fell asleep. I woke to find myself alone with Jacques, who was smiling down at me. “I’ve had you and I am glad,” he said. “You look like a daring woman, I have to say. Game for anything?”

I didn’t know what he was talking about, but soon would, for Jacques was so like Frenec, my husband, who’d enjoyed having sex while he inflicted pain..."

5 stars! Her best work yet!
As one blood-soaked page follows another we are pulled further and further into the depths of depravity to which Bathory is prepared to sink in order to fulfill her widlest sexual fantasies and murderous lusts.

5 stars! Vampires...blood baths!

Solid Gothic Horror from Gill

99 cents Nov 20 - 26

99 cents Sunday - Saturday I, BATHORY, QUEEN OF BLOOD

Countess Erzsebet Bathory was real. She is history's notorious 'Blood Countess.' A sexual sadist and mass murderer, she believed bathing in blood was the secret of eternal youth. She killed hundreds of serving girls in order to bathe in their blood, but she also enjoyed torturing them. She was a human monster of that there is no question. But what if she was turned into a vampire and thus became immortal? What then?

That is what this novel is about. Her creator and then lover, Anton, does just that. And so an immortal blood monster begins to stalk the world!


"For the first few years, my sole focus was on you. There was no one I wished to be with more. But then, in time, something began to happen, to take hold of me. My worst fear was realized, for now, after so many years, I once again wished to kill. Not for feeds either, but for pleasure. For torturous delight! All the old urges were returning and I found myself powerless to do anything about them. 

Once, when you left to visit Jacques, I gave in to those murderous desires! Your coven had followed him to Brussels so you left me in the care of Lucerne. “Take good care of her,” you told her, and she promised she would. How were you to know what would happen? When I told her how I longed to hunt for prey, she looked thrilled. 

She confessed she liked doing that although she had never done what I had. You see, Anton, I had told her who I’d been in life! You eventually found that out and nearly destroyed me for lying. But in time it became just one more lovers’ quarrel. I soon discovered something new. It was more fun acquiring prey myself. Nothing gave me more pleasure than getting my own victims! Sometimes I’d go to their homes and gain entrance by asking if I could come in. A lady in distress, they thought, poor gallant fools—and so they asked me in. 

In a matter of moments, they were drained. Once, Lucerne and I went through five adult males. Handsome they were, naked and drained..."


 5 stars! A blood-soaked rendition of the fictional life of a real-life multiple murderer, history's 'Countess Dracula'

5 stars! Vampires and blood baths!

Solid Gothic horror from Gill.

99 cents Nov 20-26

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Humans Run the Vampire Freak shows!

Justine finds herself captured by vampire destroyers, only to be sold to a freak show that features both civil and feral vampires.

"I was dragged down the stairs and pushed inside a wagon. A man sat with me, laughing and taunting. “We have you, you vampire whore. Don’t think death will come to you easily, for it won’t. There is much planned for you. He lifted up a heavy chain. “This is special. It is coated with silver—it weakens vampires. That is why you were easy to subdue!”

The effect of that alloy not only weakened me, it made me sick and dizzy. I recall little after that, just the realization of the wagon stopping.

“The Hall of Wonders! Your new home!”

I was dragged out, kicked and spat at. I tried to see where they were taking me, but it was impossible. A door whined open. There were stairs. I could hear heavy footsteps—as for me, I was merely pushed down onto the next level. How it stunk. There was the overpowering smell of dust and damp, I smelled too rodent droppings—and the sweet pungent stench of their urine.

The men were calling to one another. “Along here. That’s right just pull her as long as she is subdued…”

They still feared me which made me smile and I had so little to smile about. We didn’t walk long, just a few hundred yards or so. I looked to see open doors and light coming from within.

“Your new residence,” one of them laughed. I knew there were vampires as soon as they pushed me inside. And because their scents differed, I knew they were a few varieties. I smelled Ferals and my kind as well as Rogues.

That was when I began to fight them. The realization that there were Rogues was horrific. I tried to move but was restrained. They shouted at me and at one another giving various commands one of which was to clean me up.

“Wash her off!”

They did. Buckets of cold water were splashed all over me. “You’re a monster,” they shouted. “But you can be a less bloody one.”

One of them had come forward. I had noticed him before. He had been quietly watching me. “Destroyers have delivered you to us,” he smiled. “They are our agents.”

I began to ask him what he meant but he started to walk away. “Welcome to hell,” he said. “You should feel right at home here.”

I took my first look at where I was then. There were cages on both sides. The Ferals were screaming and growling. As for the Rogues, they were hanging from the bars and hissing, their yellow eyes staring wildly at me. I began screaming. I am sure I called Edward’s name.

No one cared—they just kept moving me along, dragging me past them—toward the vampires. Vampires, I saw that were watching me so pityingly.
“In you go!”

A cage door was opened and I was shoved inside with such force that I fell. My kind came to comfort me. “It is bad here.” They said.

I could still hear the horrific shrieks of the Rogues and Ferals. They sound almost alike sometimes.

“They suffer the most,” I was told. One vampire, quite elderly, told me what I had to look forward to. “There are shows. We are but an exhibit for the curious. There is much that goes on here.”

He introduced himself as Gregory. “I was with a coven recently. They are no more.”

I assumed they were destroyed. When I asked, he shook his head. “No, the cause was something else. They sickened and died. I mourn them daily for they were my friends.”

That made me think of Gascoyne and his coven. I asked the vampire if he had ever heard of him. He recalled the name, he said. He explained that there were many covens. Nearly all of them have been destroyed by one thing or another. He meant Destroyers or illness. I would have spoken with him more but it was time for our feeding.

Just as they threw in live rodents and rabbits, people began to appear; all sorts of people—most of them well dressed. I imagined they took a hefty price to show them these, the freaks. One man walked up to the cage and when I hissed at him he turned white. I was thrilled.

When two women began to stare and laugh, I deliberately seized upon a rabbit and tore its throat out. One of them fainted; the other continued to watch me feed.

“They think they’re better than us,” Gregory said. “Why is that?”

I had no answer.

All I could think of was Edward’s savage death at the hands of a Rogue. I wondered if he had invited the savage in, thinking it was me! My poor friend, a friend I’d have willingly been destroyed to save. His bloody death was the reason I was here. Perhaps it was where I was meant to be. Perhaps nothing really mattered.
There was no end to the stream of people passing by. They looked quite degenerate to me despite being well dressed. As the night wore on a different sort of clientele began to appear; men with women who looked drunk and loose. The men were kissing and fondling the women. It was disgusting, even to me.

If I thought things were bad, I was in for a big surprise. Gregory warned me when our cage door was unlocked and I was taken out—“they’re taking you to the special room.”

That sounded ominous. I made no protest, there was no point and I didn’t feel like being spat upon.

“That’s a good wench!” the Handler cried as he dragged me inside another room; a room where an audience waited, an impatient one to be sure. They kept crying out for the show to start.

I was led into a cage along with some others. When I asked what was going to happen I didn’t receive an answer. I had no choice but to wait. The door opened some time later and a man was thrown inside, he was half conscious. It was clear he had already been fed upon. I realized what they wished us to do! We were to feed on this pathetic man for a show!

What vampire didn’t feed on human blood? I certainly had, yet I didn’t wish to do it now, not like this. This was for prurient interest. We fed because we required blood and human blood was best, but we didn’t have to drain the person. That was up to each vampire and because of all that happened to me, I was at the point where I no longer wished to kill any living thing!

I looked around for an opportunity to escape. Another female whispered. “They will bring you down before you know it.”

I wondered if that wouldn’t be better, if I wouldn’t prefer that. I think she realized. “Feed, feed a little just to show you are obeying.”

That seemed a reasonable suggestion. Down I sank onto my knees. As I bent toward my victim, he looked at me. Then he closed his eyes. I sank my teeth into the soft flesh of his throat. His blood was tangy for it was young the man was still in the first blush of manhood. As I drank I saw images of his life, just as I expected I would."

99 cents now thru Nov 19

"'Top of its genre!"

"Revenge, betrayal, passion, bloodshed, lust and love are just a few of the elements of this dark and spellbinding book."

"Justine, realizes she as a vampire could actually love and in fact is in love with Gascoyne. I think that was the turning point in the story."

"This vampire romance is rich in history, deep in blood sex and exotic locations and is very highly recommended."

"Vampires have their own allure and none more so than the female."

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Sunday, November 13, 2016

99 CENTS! The London Rakes Loved Vampires!

The Regency and the London Rakes! So much to discover. Justine and Gascoyne find immorality and lust among the upper classes. Vampires are always welcome. Those rakes, what they get up to! This excerpt is about that!

"Lord Fenway, what can I say about him, aside from him being the most notorious rake and womanizer, he was also a loyal member of the Society of Satan Club. Actually they weren’t real devotees of Satan at all. They were naughty aristos who enjoyed the most decadent orgies possible. No orgy was complete without a host of vampires.

They competed with another such club: the Hellfire Club. The difference being was Hellfire Club members did not get their sexual thrill from being fed on by vampires.

As for Fenway, he was quite handsome in his way, mature—silver haired with fine features. He did have the look of a lech about him though which was understandable as he was quite the most outrageous aristocrat I had ever heard of and that’s saying something because so many of these men were absolute satyrs.

He spoke incessantly that night of all the many women, both human and vampiric he had enjoyed. He spoke so long I began to grow weary and felt myself nodding off.

I don’t remember falling asleep however all I can recall is being carried from the room. When I woke I found myself in a different chamber. Gascoyne was there. He was already awake.

I was not at my best. In fact I was annoyed by Fenway’s actions but I was particularly incensed by Lady Storeton and Gascoyne too. “That bitch, going down on you like that. And then you took her! I didn’t think it would ever end.”

Gascoyne tried to speak but I didn’t let him. “And that perverted old man, Fenway, what’s wrong with him?”

That’s when Gascoyne told me he was a rake. “He’s made so many of the Queen’s ladies in waiting pregnant; he has a nursery named after him. Actually,” Gascoyne smiled. “He is a most amusing fellow.”

“Is he?” I shouted. “Well he has tired me out. I want nothing to do with him ever again!”

“You sound like a child.”

“I hate him. I hate all of them. Even Charles and our host! I never want to see them again.”

Gascoyne sighed. “Justine, they are testing you. If we are to flourish in the blood clubs, they want to be sure you will be suitable…”

If I was angry before, this made me furious. I just stared at him.

Gascoyne shrugged. “Look, they are degenerate. Much of the aristocracy is. They always have been. Talk to our elders—see what they tell you about what they have experienced in their living lives and undead ones. They will tell you I am sure what went on in ancient Greece. You will be shocked.” At this point I didn’t think anything could shock me. “Truly, they are sex mad. They want for nothing. The rich and powerful are different. I know you know that…”

He was referring to the French court. To which I replied that I didn’t know what went on behind closed doors.

“Well perhaps not, but ask Korven to tell you about the orgies the sun king enjoyed; Louis XIV’s masked balls catered to every sort of vice and perversion being committed in full view of servants and invited guests. I understand everyone took part in them, even the servants!”

He paused and took my hand. I let him hold it. Now I was prepared to listen to everything. “What we have to do is please them. It is to our benefit. You don’t want to be at risk do you, competing with rats in abandoned shops and houses for sustenance? Remember how you felt? How we both felt? Remember too, Justine these people get great sexual gratification out of being fed on so that is what we have to focus on—that is their weakness. For it is an addiction. So is sex for them, but the more they depend on us and our kind to feed on them, the greater will be our control over them..."

"Top of its genre!"

"Revenge, betrayal, passion, bloodshed, lust and love are just a few of the elements of this dark and spellbinding book."

"Justine, realizes she as a vampire could actually love and in fact is in love with Gascoyne. I think that was the turning point in the story."

"This vampire romance is rich in history, deep in blood sex and exotic locations and is very highly recommended."

"Vampires have their own allure and none more so than the female."

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Saturday, November 12, 2016

99 cents NOV. 13-NOV 19 Justine: Into the Blood

Justine, having been attacked by rogue vampires in Paris, was brought to her creator's coven. Gascoyne, The Vampire Prince of Paris would not let her die. She passed into the blood and became his lover. 

There is, however, one of his vampires who has already jealously attacked Justine. Now, Justine is determined to destroy her. She is aware of the change within her. Gone is any semblance of what she was in life. For now Justine exists for blood and pleasure. Hence the name of this, my new series, Blood and Passion. 

Here is an excerpt from my most romantic novel:

"This pleased me, this way to control another and a vampire at that! Something I had never felt before coursed through me. I thought of Gascoyne and smiled. He was handsome enough; it wouldn’t be unpleasant to have sex with him. As I lay there I imagined how I would feel as I recalled the shape of his lips and his eyes. They were large and black. His skin was the color of cream—all vampires are pale, but his was tinged with something else, just a hint of tawniness. It could have been from a recent feed, I wasn’t certain.

If I had power over him I’d first have to defeat that bitch of a vampire, Carmen. I recalled all too vividly the feel of her slap, the sting of it but at least she feared me now.

I was lying in my tomb when I heard something. Someone was moving about the crypt. I heard it plainly; footsteps and the rustling of fabric. I was on my feet in a moment. I didn’t see her at first. Then I saw movement in the shadows. She must have felt my eyes upon her because she turned quickly.

I grinned when Carmen gasped and fled into another chamber. There were many I knew, though I hadn’t seen the whole of our dwelling place, I knew it to be vast—full of tunnels and passageways. Gascoyne said it had been that way from ancient times.

We both could move fast, but I outran her and was upon her in a moment. I said nothing; I only sank my teeth into the back of her neck. She fell, paralyzed. I let her lie there staring wildly, her eyes pleading. She even begged. I said nothing. Not a word passed between us. In fact there was no sound; just the noise of me sucking her dry.

I fed viciously and voraciously. Her blood tasted of wine. I was able to tell what her last feed was like. I saw images of her living life—a life spent in poverty and want. I saw her death too yet I felt nothing. And when Gascoyne raised her I felt jealous.

When she was drained, I tore her head off. It wasn’t easy, but I managed. I flung it against the wall where it rolled a few times until at last it came to a stop. Her eyes were half open; just starting to glaze over.

I knew the others were up, I had heard them—even when I continued my savagery. Clearly Gascoyne was not among them or he would have stopped me or tried to.


So he was there now. I turned and smiled madly at him. “What do you want?”

He looked horrorstruck. The coven looked frightened. He wasn’t. He was angry if anything and shook me. “How dare you!”

I only laughed. “Bitch!” he cried. He pushed me so hard I fell over backwards. Still I laughed loud and raucous cackles for I was extremely pleased with myself. “I’d do it again.”

That did it. He moved so quickly even I was surprised. His slap was fierce. “Is that the best you can do?” I asked.

He reached over to pull me up but only succeeded in tearing my gown from me. I saw his eyes sweep across my naked breasts. Then taking some of Carmen’s blood from my chin, I smeared it on both my breasts.

We eyed one another there in the company of the coven. There wasn’t a sound. I sat there waiting for him, smiling at him. He was upon me in a moment but there was nothing sexual about it. He was too angry.

The coven had moved closer so as not to miss anything. I was stretched out when he tore at my hair, bending my head backward, he sank his teeth into my neck. But then he stopped himself. Instead of biting he was kissing me and fondling me at the same time.

I stretched out waiting for more. He began to lick the blood off my breasts then-- Carmen’s blood. I laughed while he did.

In front of the coven, he took me every way that he could. When I thought he would stop, he whispered what he wished me to do to him. As I obeyed and took him into my mouth I was happy for this gave me ultimate power over him. I’d be able to get whatever I wished of him.

Now, because I was giving him pleasure, his coven moved away—so that I began to suck and feed at the same time; just little bites, not enough to hurt him, just enough to feed.

“I will love you forever,” he panted.

I made no answer; I only stared at him, certain that he would..."

"Top of its genre!"

"Revenge, betrayal, passion, bloodshed, lust and love are just a few of the elements of this dark and spellbinding book."

"Justine, realizes she as a vampire could actually love and in fact is in love with Gascoyne. I think that was the turning point in the story."

"This vampire romance is rich in history, deep in blood sex and exotic locations and is very highly recommended."

"Vampires have their own allure and none more so than the female."

99 cents on offer 
Nov 13-Nov 19

Friday, November 4, 2016

99 cents Saturday, Nov 5 - Friday, Nov 11- THE BLACKSTONE VAMPIRES OMNIBUS

This has been one of my most popular posts.

Love is love but vampire love is unique because they are! Nosferatu would have not been wanted sexually by anyone! Talk about creepy! However, let's face it. He's really Dracula and the filmmakers avoided a legal issue by making Dracula and calling it Nosferatu!

By the time Hollywood did go ahead and make their version of Dracula, Bela Lugosi's choice was interesting. He was a matinee idol! Women would go for him, they knew. Tastes change but when the hugely sexy Dracula came out in 1992, we had Gary Oldman who pushed my buttons to the point where I started writing vampire romances! Yes, they're dark and they are because vampires are no choir boys. I don't see them in high school either.

I've blogged before about this, so I will just say that they are demonic, blood-feasting creatures. They vary from vampire to vampire with regard to what they're like, however, they will never be pouty or cute or someone to bring home to meet the parents.

They will haunt our dreams, ravish us--lust after us, make us lust after them. They will change us. The very idea of them changing us is enticing. It's sexy. The dark is enticing. Dark romance just is. We like it. We are drawn to it. I know I am, yes me--and I had a very normal and wonderful marriage, believe me!

The four novels in the series are expansive because these are immortal beings. I depict them existing for thousands of years. That's epic. It is because they are!

And this has been my most popular post of all time:

This post gives you an insight into what the storyline is in each novel.

The series is acclaimed. I loved writing it. I hope you will love reading it.