Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Author Intervew w/Excerpt & Giveaway - Dead Girls Don't Cry (The Undead Space Initiative Book 1) by Casey Wyatt

Dead Girls Don’t Cry
The Undead Space Initiative, Book 1
Casey Wyatt

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance 
Date of Publication: August 18, 2016 
ISBN-13: 978-1534902718 * ISBN-10: 1534902716  
ISBN13: 2940153402147 * ASIN: B01HUFDDT2 
Number of pages: 410 * Word Count: 83,000 
Cover Artist: Kim Killion, Inc. 

Book Description: 
Cherry Cordial, vampire stripper extraordinaire, spectacularly messes up her life with a single act of kindness. How could she have known when she rescued gorgeous rogue Ian McDevitt that she would be implicated in the vampire queen’s murder?  
Soon, she faces the wrath of the entire vampire community. To escape retribution, she joins a settlement program to colonize Mars. Her choices are grim: hurtle through space to the red planet to face the unknown and possible death, or stay on Earth and face certain annihilation.  
To make things even more complicated, a certain gorgeous rogue seems to be shadowing her every move... 

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Suddenly, I wasn’t the biggest, baddest thing on the block.
They always traveled in packs. Enough of them could take me down. Revenants were cousins to vampires, undead beings with too much spirit. Essentially ghosts with physical reality.
I picked up the pace, steering toward the middle of the street and well away from dark corners. If I had a heart rate, it would have been pounding. My blood was rare and prized. One sip and the revenants would keep me alive to serve as a drink dispenser.
I fished through my bag. Where was my cell? Jonathan would come. Provided I could find the damn phone.
Meaty thwacks rang out in the alley as I passed by.
 Do not look.
A soft oomph, followed by a clipped English accent, “Try that again, bastards.”
I looked.
A lone and gorgeous male vampire had been captured. Three revenants had him pinned against the wall. Two held his arms and one pinned his legs. Three more surrounded him like a pack of knife-wielding hyenas.
The vampire snarled. Long fangs bared, presumably pissed off at his capture. With his sculptured physique, he could handle the situation. Right?
None of the baddies had noticed me yet. I could leave.
Another punch landed, connecting with the vamp’s mouth. The crack echoed in the alley. Liquid splattered, followed by cruel laughter.
The vampire hottie spat, his lip broken. Blood trickled down his jaw, seeping into the stark white collar of his button down shirt. “Think twice before you cut me, mate. I’ll smash all of your fucking heads in.”
“Shut up, meat.”
One added, “I’m so scared,” before swinging his knife and tearing a gash in the vampire’s chest. The pack laughed. A revenant approached the vampire with IV bags.
Crap-a-roni, now I had to get involved. They planned to bleed him out. That’s what revenants did. They took a vampire’s blood and drained him or her dry. The blood was then sold to the highest revenant bidder. They believed our blood could remove the excess spirit from their bodies, returning them to their true vampire form.
Problem is—it’s a myth. There’s no way for a revenant to become a vampire, any more than I could become a zebra if I wanted to. These guys were zealots. Deranged lunatics.
 “This is your last warning, blokes,” Mr. Sexy English accent said. I tried not to shiver at the sound of his rich voice. Heady whiffs of his sweet scented blood drifted my way. Like a fine wine, the smell promised a delicious and satisfying taste. Saliva pooled in my mouth. My fangs dug into my bottom lip.
“Well lookee here!”
Damn. I should have run when I had the chance. The pack turned in my direction, their faces eager for more blood. I cringed under the gaze of the hollow-eyed, pale-skinned nightmares who all wanted a piece of me.
The nearest one licked his gray, rubbery lips. “Yum. Dessert.”
I was too stupid to live. Why didn’t I run? My feet were frozen to the spot. I did the lamest, girliest thing possible. I swung my purse. And connected. A solid hit to the nuts.
The revenant shrieked, clutching his junk. “Bitch!”
The male vampire bucked, tossing the revenant off his left arm. Partially free, he ripped the arm off the other revenant before the thing could even react. With balled fists, Mr. Hottie crushed the skull of the captor holding his feet.
“Don’t stand there like a daft pony!” the vampire scolded. He snapped the neck of the nearest revenant, then motioned. “Get out of my way!”
“What? Without my help, you’d still be trapped against a wall!” I ducked and stepped aside, narrowly avoiding the gray-lipped revenant who had thought I was dessert.
“The rubbish bin would be more help than you!” Mr. English silenced two more revenants with brutal, neck-twisting efficiency.
“Oh really?” What a prick.
The revenant recovered from the nut bash and charged me again. His fingertips knocked off my ball cap. I kicked him in the stomach, grabbed the garbage barrel and slammed it over the revenant’s head as he honed in on me. The plastic bin wouldn’t kill the thing, but he couldn’t see either.
“Pathetic,” the vampire said.
Mr. English and I watched as the last revenant bounced against a brick wall before falling over, his legs scissoring.
“Time for this one to bugger off as well.” Mr. English yanked off the barrel and snuffed out the revenant with a bone-shattering blow to its head.
One by one the corpses disintegrated into dusty husks. A breeze blew through the alley and scattered the remains. Gray vaporous clouds floated around before dissipating into the air. To a passerby, the revenants’ final passage would look like dirty car exhaust.
“Well, I’m off then. Have good evening.” He brushed dirt off his tailored trousers. “Sod it, they scuffed my shoes. And this shirt is ruined.”
“Yeah. What a tragedy. You’re lucky. You could have been a revenant Slurpee.”
He sniffed at the suggestion. “I was never in any real danger.”
“You could have fooled me,” I retrieved my ball cap from the grimy sidewalk.
A late afternoon sunbeam penetrated the alley, illuminating the vampire’s blue-green eyes and highlighting the fine bone structure of his face. I tried not to gawk.
I gathered my tangled hair and mashed it under the hat. “Looks to me like they had you pinned against the ropes.” Did I mention he was gorgeous? Like a cover model. An underwear cover model. I cleared my throat. He was a total stranger, and while I bet he looked divine in only underwear, I needed to stop ogling him.
When he stared at me and didn’t reply, I lamely added, “You know? Down for the count.”
“I understood the reference, luv,” he said in his damn fine accent.
A man-shaped shadow shifted from across the street, forming a dark blot in the alley’s entrance. We weren’t alone.
Talking with author Casey Wyatt!
What is your writing environment? 
Usually it’s chaotic. I write at my house surrounded by cats, a hubby, and my sons. Sometimes I write in the living room on my laptop with the TV going. Other times in my bedroom at a desk. In the summer, if it not’s too hot, I go outside and sit under my gazebo. I’ve worked at home in my “necessary day job” for twenty-three years so I’m disciplined enough to focus on the tasks at hand. One place I never write is in a group setting because I’d rather socialize than work. I also never write in public places because I can get my work done at home and I find those places too distracting. Go figure. 
What is your writing process? 
I open my laptop and write. I tend to pick up where I left off the day before, but not always. I usually don’t re-read anything I’ve previously written so I don’t start procrastinating by editing. I’ve found that it’s better to write fast and fix it later.
What authors have caught your interest lately and why? 
I recently discovered Grace Draven when she released a book called Radiance. I was attracted to it by the title (more on that in a moment). I really enjoyed the story and she’s become an insta-buy author for me. And all because of the title. The very first book I ever tried to write way back in 1997 was called Radiance. I had no idea what I was doing and I could never seem to finish the story. Eventually I did finish a different book, got published, etc., and I circled back to my Radiance. It was published in 2013 as Misfortune Cookie by Soul Mate Publishing. 
How did you get the idea for this particular novel?
Dead Girls Don’t Cry was born during a routine car drive on errands. I remember – Cherry Cordial, vampire stripper on Mars. After that, I had to write the book no matter how crazy it sounded.
What is your favorite scene in your new release? 
I have a lot of favorite scenes but probably my most favorite scenes are when she is with Ian. He knows how to push her buttons like no else. Usually, she’s the one pushing the buttons with her Sire Jonathan or her friend Jay, so it’s funny to watch him get the better of her. 
What are you working on now and when can we expect it to be available?
I’m working on Dead Girls Don’t Sing, Cherry’s next adventure. The plan is to release in early 2017. 
What do you like to do when you are not writing? 
I read a ton of books. I love to go to museums with my younger son. We have yearly memberships to quite a few now. We’ve become museum junkies. I also enjoy knitting, crocheting, and all things geeky like comics, anime, manga, and watching The Flash and Doctor Who. Somewhere in between all the fun, I find time to write.
What is one interesting fact about you that readers don’t know?
Probably the aforementioned museum junkie status. And that’s probably because when I was in college I interned at the Smithsonian twice (The American History Museum and The National Zoo) Both were great experiences and I highly recommend internships.
Top 3 things on your bucket list? 
Visit New Zealand (Hobbiton), Paris (and the Louvre) and England (Doctor Who museum) 
When did you know you wanted to be a writer? 
I’ve always enjoyed writing. Even as a kid I used to scrawl stories in notebooks> They were crap, btw. It wasn’t until the mid-90s that I entertained the idea for real. It took until 2009 for me to actually finish a book. So I took the very long road.
Thank you so much for hosting me today. I love to chat so if there are questions or comments, fire away!

 About the Author:
Casey Wyatt grew up in a mid-size Connecticut town where nothing exciting ever happened. To stem the boredom, she spent plenty of time reading fantasy and sci-fi novels and imagining her own adventures in her head. Not much has changed since she’s grown up, only now she shares those made up stories with her readers and earns a coin or two.    
Instagram: caseywyattbooks 
Tour giveaway:  
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  1. Sounds like an awesome book, thanks for sharing the excerpt :)

    1. You're welcome, Victoria. Thanks for stopping by.

  2. I loved reading about the book and am looking forward to reading more! Thank you.

    1. Awesome! I'm glad you enjoyed the excerpt. Thanks for stopping by!

  3. I loved reading about the book and am looking forward to reading more! Thank you.