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Posted February 20, 2012 by davincikittie in Informational
 
 

Author Tony-Paul de Vissage on vampire addiction


Please help me welcome Tony-Paul de Vissage, author of The Night Man Cometh!

Whenever I begin a blog, I feel as if I’m at an AA or some other rehabilitative meeting, that I should stand up and say, “Bon Jour, everyone…my name is Tony-Paul and I like vampires.  Not only like them but I write about them also.”  At this point, everyone would mutter, “Hello Tony-Paul,” but…instead of launching into a story of my addictions and failures, we’d proceed to delving into the nosferatu psyche and how our literary efforts can make them more exciting and perhaps more bloodthirsty, because…believe it or not…we of the vampire-author persuasion don’t want to be cured!

Nope…sorry…unrepentant and all that…we love our winged, fanged nightwalkers…otherwise we wouldn’t write about them. (Did you ever believe otherwise?  Truly?)  Each of us in this very esoteric and close little circle (close and esoteric compared to other genres) has his own favorite type of Undead, and if the characteristics don’t exactly fit, why we’ll just use that good ol’ literary license and invent some which do.  I know one writer who allows her vamps to be able to utter the Holy Name without injury, and they actually have images in mirrors.  Another gave his nos the ability to walk unharmed in sunlight and to die of old age.  Some are repelled by garlic, others by various herbs and spices such as basil and oregano.  These days, the vampyre can be as varied as the humans on the planet, and it’s a very rare one indeed who hasn’t allowed himself to change with the times and avail himself—to some extent—of the technologies now present, unless he’s an old fogey holed up in the highest Carpathian peak.  Hey, the vampire hunters are certainly taking advantage of the Internet, etc., so why shouldn’t the vampires, also?

Which conveniently segues into mention of my just-finished novel, Last Vampire Standing.  The title tells it all.   My hero is Vlad Chemare, a young (only six hundred and fifty) vampire who’s already been punished once for rebelling and is coming back for more.  Vlad was fun to write because he’s brash, outspoken, angry, and irreverent…everything a hip, young vampire should be.  I think it’s going to be a fun book to read, too.  At least I hope so.

I had to do a lot of research for this novel.  Not on vampires, I’ve got my mythos there pretty well set by now, but on the city of Savannah,  how to make chain mail armor, and quite a few other things one might not think about until they pop up during the writing…such as which is the largest airport in Romania, and what was its former name?  I’ve put it all to good use, believe me.

More about Last Vampire Standing

The South is being invaded…by vampires.

That’s nothing new, but Vlad Chemare isn’t some angst-filled paranormal hero longing for his lost soulmate. He’s up-to-date, traveling by jet, and seeking revenge against the master who buried him alive in punishment for daring to lead a revolt back in the 15th century. Armed with American Express and a Kevlar vest, Vlad’s out for blood—specifically Baslo Rigla’s—and he isn’t about to let his feelings for mortal Meredith Swanson stand in his way. After all, a woman’s just a woman, but revenge is a dish enjoyed even six hundred years later.

Gathering the vampires of Savannah around him, he rallies their American defiance of tyranny, to make himself a new army. So what if this new breed of vampires don’t know half of what they should, their own masters being a little slipshod in their training? All they need is a little mental prodding to release their innate knowledge, so while Vlad’s lieutenants enlist a Creative Anachronism blacksmith to fashion their armor, the young (he’s only six hundred and fifty) rebel trains his men for the coming battle. Soon, he’s not only got his army, but the local werewolf population is volunteering to become his K-9 Corps.

It’s only when Vlad learns that Meredith wants to make him a father that his rush toward vengeance falters…but only for a moment. If he can survive being buried under six feet of frozen earth, Vlad figures he can handle killing Rigla, and fatherhood, too. And then the war begins…with the city of Savannah as the battleground, and the rest of the world as the prize…after Vlad and Meredith stop off at the local Taco Bell, that is.

Read an excerpt

She was standing on the balcony, looking out over the park across the street.  I could see cigarette smoke wafting upward, a pale mist between her and the darkness.

“Damn,” I said.  “And I was going to be so suave and flick out my Bic and light that for you.”

The way she turned to face me had to have been rehearsed.  It was perfect; silent, dramatic, just enough movement to make the folds of her dress ripple and her hair flow over her shoulders.  Like one of those slow-motion effects cinematographers have so fallen in love with.  If there had been violins singing in the background, it would’ve been a cinematic moment.

She was even more beautiful up close and personal.

“You’ve already lit my fire, baby.”  She dropped the cigarette, crushing it with the toe of her strappy little shoe.  Her eyes did the fastest inventory imaginable.  They were green, the translucence of jade, and they paused for the briefest glance at my fly.  Cool eyes, hot gaze.  I could feel my cock heating up.  “Nice Bic.  But if there’s going to be any flicking, I’ll do it.”  She held out her hand.  “Valerie.”

“Vlad.”  I took it in mine.

Then we were in each other’s arms, mouths crushed together, not even a molecule of air, cigarette smoke, or anything else between us.  She pulled away first.

“Your place or mine?”

“Mine.  It’s closer.”

“You don’t even know where I live.”

“I don’t care.  We’re going to my place.”

And that was that.

We flew to my apartment.  Using wings always ruins my jacket and shirt because they tear through the fabric, but Valerie’s dress was backless; she lost nothing.  Oh well, I’ve a closetful of suits.  Still, I might see if my tailor could put in some kind of slits for my wings.  I’d worry about that later.  Right now, I had more physical things to think about.

Since Last Vampire Standing isn’t published yet…

Here are a few of my other novels and how to find me:


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Sue "DaVinciKittie" Brown-Moore is a veteran romance blogger and reviewer and the primary voice for GraveTells.com. Sue and GraveTells have won several blogging awards, and GraveTells recently celebrated its five-year anniversary! Sue is also a freelance Developmental Editor passionate about helping authors bring out the best in their stories. She loves reading romance, fantasy, and sci-fi and edits any genre she reads for pleasure. You can follow Sue's editing blog, with tips and tricks for authors, at DaVinciKittie.com.