Tuesday, April 26, 2016

INTERVIEW: Sean Kerr plus #Giveaway! #GayRom #Dark #Vampires

Hello Sean and welcome to The Hat Party! <3 Thank you so much for subjecting yourself to the RANDOMNESS that is a Raine O'Tierney interview! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!

You’ve been given the opportunity to go back in time and give your 13-year-old self a message. What do you say?

Handle coming out to your parents better young Padawan. I was a very quiet child, very shy, very family focused. I was also a bit of a sickly child, I have a congenital heart disorder, and understandably my parents were very protective. As a result, I had no friends to speak of, and I didn’t have a clue about the world that existed outside of the back garden, or my grandmother’s house! When I went to 6th form college, I met a lesbian, my first, and I came out to my parents. Long story, usual thing, I found myself out on the streets, and as a result I didn’t see any of my family for over two years. I would like to handle that better. I let a huge portion of my family down, and I let myself down as well, so I would like to go back and address that. My parents, and the rest of my family are incredible, and we are very, very close, but it took a few years to mend those bridges.

So, you were editing along and zombies attack. And they are on fire! What do you do?

I scream like the good queen I am. Zombies for God’s sakes! Really? I run like hell as fast as I can, which would not be that far because I am so unfit. So does that mean I’m doomed? Mind you, if they are on fire, and zombies can’t move that fast can they, that means they would burn up before they reached me! So, run down the road, call my friend Craig to come and pick me up as I’m running, go to his house which is on the other side of Cardiff, and watch as they burn to ash. Simples.

Describe yourself using song lyrics.

Standin' at the door
Of the Pink Flamingo
Crying in the rain
It was a kind of so so love
And I'm gonna make sure
It doesn't happen again
You and I, it had to be
The standing joke of the year
You were a sleep around
A lost and found
And not for me I fear
Take your hands
Off me, please
I don't belong to you, you see
Take a look in my face
For the last time
I never knew you
You never knew me
Say hello, goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
We tried to make it work
You in a cocktail skirt
And me in a suit
But it just wasn't me
You're used to wearing less
And now your life's a mess
So insecure you seem
Well I put up with all the scenes
And this is one scene
That's goin' to be played my way
Take your hands
Off me
I don't belong to you, you see
Take a look in my face
For the last time
I never knew you
You never knew me
Say hello, goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Under the deep red light
I can see the makeup sliding down
Well hey little girl
You will always make up
So take off that
Unbecoming frown
What about me? Well
I'll find someone
Who's not going cheap
In the sales
A nice little house wife
Who'll give me a steady life
And won't keep going off the rails
Take your hands
Off me, please
I don't belong to you, you say
And take a look in my face
For the last time
I never knew you
You never knew me
Say hello, goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello, wave goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
We were born before the wind
Who were we to understand
We were born before the wind
Say goodbye
Through the rain, hail, sleet and snow
Say good bye
And I'm trying, trying, trying
To say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
In the wind and the rain my darling
Say goodbye
In the wind and the rain my darling

You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)

There is something about your eyes, a sadness seeping through the corners of your life. So much pain behind that blue, so much loneliness, a yearning that speaks of the need to be touched, of a desperate cry to feel wanted, to feel attractive, to experience the warm touch of another human hand against your craving flesh.

I reach out, my hand trembling, and I brush my fingers against your beauty, feeling your skin erupt with excitement beneath my fingertips, and I know then that you belong to me. So I pull you close, I feel your baited breath against my neck, and my flesh moves in sympathy to your own beating heart, pounding against my chest.

Your lips, I want to taste them, so close, so wet. My tongue traces the curve of your lower lip, and then I am in you, pushing myself inside you, feeling you, tasting you, loving you. I hear your gasp, I feel your hands tighten around the muscles of my back, pulling me down, and we drown in that moment of when our bodies curve into each other and become one. Your pain belongs to me, and you are mine.

What makes you inexplicably happy?

When I can fit into those clothes hanging in my wardrobe, you know, those ones that taunt you every time you look inside to see what you are going to wear out on a Saturday night. How I hate my overweight fall backs! How rude! I pull out a shirt, that lovely crushed white one with a cut to die for, and then I can’t button it over my Christmas stomach! AHH! My life seems to consist of one long bloody diet. So, when I can fit into my slim lad outfits, nothing makes me feel happier, or sexier. Is that shallow? Oh, what a shame.

What is your biggest, most-wild writing dream? (Nothing is too outlandish!)

Now don’t laugh. When I was a kid, way back in 1982, Alien had just been televised for the first time. I was, and still am, obsessed with that film, and all the others that came after. But that sweet little child who wouldn’t say boo to a goose, wrote a sequel to that original Alien. Needless to say it was crap, of course. My story had Captain Dallas coming out of an Alien egg and then slowly turning into an Alien. I was a child, what can I say? My point is this, I would love to write an Alien story, or write the next film script. I would sell my soul, I don’t have much of it left anyway so, bring it on!

What is your favorite literary quote?

“The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me, with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

I love that book. When I was 8, my aunt bought me a copy of the book for 50p at a Jumble sale, and I read it over and over again. As an adult, I have read that book many times, and I love the way Stoker tells his story, it has been a massive influence on my writing, and a huge influence on Dead Camp. I find it heart-breaking to think that the book was not well received in its day, and I suppose it was before it’s time, but Stoker’s contribution to the world of horror, and literature, must be applauded, because the man was a genius.

Sinister, charming, calculating, ruthless. And terribly lonely. What a combination for a monster, and make no mistake he is a monster. A lot has been said about Dracula being a sex symbol, a lover, a romantic, and while that may be true in film, Hammer and later incarnations in particular, I do not think that true of the original book. Yes, he wanted Mina, he thought he could be with her for the rest of eternity, but it wasn’t romance that made him drink her blood, it wasn’t love that made him corrupt her, I think it was desire. Dracula is a creature of extremes, both a man, and a beast, and I think his emotions run that gamut too. Is Dracula capable of love, in that original book anyway? I don’t think so. Mina was a means to an end, his way into London society. Who is to say that he wouldn’t have dropped her like a brick if something better came along?

Dracula is also a creature of immense history, and he carries the weight of that history on his shoulders. Without it he would not be Dracula. I find that conceit inspiring, history dictating character. It certainly inspired me while writing Dead Camp.

What one food item do you consider to be your arch nemesis?

Dragon fruit. Really? What is the point of that thing! I never, EVER, want that shit near my mouth or my person again.

Biggest mistake you’ve made in your writing career and what you’ve learned from it.

I assumed I was writing this series of books for a gay audience.  I wrote Dead Camp because I wanted to write something as a gay man, from a gay perspective, for gay people. Yet, this genre, M/M romance, gay fiction, whatever you may call it, is read by a huge, enormous readership of wonderful, supportive, and very kind women. Married women with children, single women, just lots of fantastic women. I had no idea. When my Facebook presence began to grow, it was only then that I realised this fact, and I have met so very many wonderful women who have really enjoyed my books, and who really love this genre of M/M fiction, and that surprised me more than anything. I assumed, stupidly, that I was writing for a primarily gay audience. WRONG! And I am so glad, because I have now been accepted into a world that I never knew existed, and I love it, and I love the people who inhabit it. For me, this is the most important thing about my genre, that I never forget, or take for granted, the wonderful people who read these books.

And finally, for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are the BEST kinds of dachshunds?

I’m so sorry, I really know nothing about dogs whatsoever! Now I’m deeply ashamed. But I would like to introduce you to my new pet, Jabba, who spent Christmas with me this year.

P.S, the Christmas tree is my husband Derek.

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Author Name: Sean Kerr
Book Name: Dead Camp
Series: Dead Camp bk #1
Release Date: January 1, 2016
Pages or Words: 87,422 words, 260 pages
Categories: Dark Themes, Erotica, Gay Fiction, Historical, Horror, M/M Romance, Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires/Demons, Thriller
Publisher: Extasy Books
Cover Artist: Latrisha Waters

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.


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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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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  1. This book sounds terrific. Sean is a new author for me, I look forward to checking out his work!

    1. thank you so much Alexa, thank you for giving me a go, I really appreciate your support. please do not hesitate to make contact on Facebook and keep in touch. many thanks xxxx

  2. thank you so much for hosting me today xxxx

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    1. thank you Patricia, I really appreciate you kind support xxxx

  4. I loved dead camp and Sean it was fun to read I seriously can't wait for book 3. You have to check it out and find Sean on fb.

  5. I loved dead camp and Sean it was fun to read I seriously can't wait for book 3. You have to check it out and find Sean on fb.

    1. Thank you so much Tracy, and I would love to connect with any new friends on FB. Thank you for all your kind support xxxx