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Don’t know if you’ve all been following along, but the webseries for Rachel Caine’s Morganville Vampires has been running all week on Geek & Sundry!

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

It’s hard to get the full scope of things into ten minute episodes, but – happy day! – you can go right to the source! In addition to the webseries, Rachel Caine has launched a new website which will tell you everything you need to know, including the reading order for the books.  You can check it out here!

Which part of the title got you?  Nah, it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.

I’m so excited that I’ve gotten to tweak and reissue my first two young adult novels, Vamped and Revamped, now at just $3.99!  Check out the snazzy new covers (though if you haven’t read the first yet, don’t read the cover copy on the second!).  The books are already up for Kindle.  Nook, Kobo, iTunes and POD versions should be available shortly, as will the third in the series, Fangtastic!  In the meantime, I know that Flux still has print copies available of Vamped, Revamped and Fangtabulous.  Get them while supplies last!

vamped new VAMPED by Lucienne Diver (and for Nook)

Gina Covello’s “Rules for Surviving Your Senior Prom” (spring issue of Modern Goth Magazine):

Rule #1: Do not get so loaded at the after prom party that you accidentally-on-purpose end up in the broom closet with the surprise hottie of the evening, say the class chess champ who’s somewhere lost his bottle-cap lenses and undergone an extreme makeover, especially if that makeover has anything to do with becoming one of the undead.

Gina Covello has a problem. Waking up a dead is just the beginning. There’s very little she can’t put up with for the sake of eternal youth and beauty. Blood-sucking and pointy stick phobias seem a small price to pay. But she draws the line when local vampire vixen Mellisande gets designs on her hot new boyfriend with his prophecied powers and hatches a plot to turn all of Gina’s fellow students into an undead army to be used to overthrow the vampire council.

Hey, if anyone’s going to create an undead entourage, it should be Gina! Now she must unselfishly save her classmates from fashion disaster and her own fanged fate.

Quotes

“VAMPED is a total delight! Diver delivers a delightful cast of undead characters and a fresh, fast take on the vampire mythos. Next installment, please!”   — Rachel Caine, New York Times bestselling author of the Morganville Vampires series

“Those who enjoy a good giggle will respond eagerly to this brassy, campy romp.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Teenagers will likely bite at the fun premise of Diver’s YA debut, first in a planned series…. Readers will be entertained by some great one-liners.” —Publishers Weekly

“This quick read is filled with teen slang and fashion consciousness; it’s a lighthearted, action-packed, vampire romance story following in the vein of Julie Kenner’s “Good Ghouls” (Berkley), Marlene Perez’s “Dead” (Harcourt), and Rachel Caine’s “The Morganville Vampires” (Signet) series. A sequel is in the works.” —School Library Journal

“Diver uses wit and adventure to hook readers with this teen vampire story.” —VOYA

Revamped new REVAMPED by Lucienne Diver

Having survived super spy club training, Gina, Bobby and their fanged friends are sent on their first mission—undercover at a New York high school where some seriously weird stuff is going down.  As excited as Gina is to get out of spook central, she’s less than impressed with her new identity as goth-girl Geneva Belfry.  No color palette to speak of; more chains than a bike rack; and don’t even get her started on the shoes.  About the only thing she can say for her all-black wardrobe is that it’s great for hiding blood spatter and other fashion faux pas.

And there will be blood.

Kids at the high school are going crazy—sudden outbreaks of violence, kids sleepwalking through school or dropping out entirely. Serious magic surges have been detected in the area, along with a mysterious and nearly mythic figure…someone who should be long dead and at least thrice buried.

Quotes

“This is a witty vampire romance/adventure with plenty of heart and action. Diver has written a supernatural sequel to Vamped that will attract even reluctant readers.”   —VOYA, reviewed by Ava Ehde

“Gina, the 17-year-old fashionista of the undead, is back and as sassy as ever. Thoroughly enjoyable, this sequel is a light, fizzy read… listening in on Gina’s thoughts and quick-witted dialogue is what makes this such a treat.” —Kirkus Reviews

Revamped by Lucienne Diver was witty, sweet, and just dark enough to ignite my morbid taste buds.”   —Bitten by Books

“Perfect for teens and adults, this is a book to share, savor and revisit. Revamped is full of smart, spot-on dialogue, engaging, authentic characters and a plot that’s so much fun it’s impossible not get swept up.” —Examiner.com

“Lucienne Diver has once again written a truly funny story, while still holding on to the adventure and mystique of the undead.”   —Once Upon a Romance

Oh, and the promised crime scene curtains?  The hotel for the Romance Writers of Australia’s 2014 Conference (the Novotel Olympic Park) had…some very special decor.  As an example, here are the crime scene curtains.  Tell me that doesn’t look like blood spatter!  I felt like I was sleeping in an episode of CSI!

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Hmm, maybe they just wanted me to feel really, really comfortable:

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I swear, I’m really a very nice person! I hardly shed any blood at all…that would be a waste!

In honor of the Vampires vs. Werewolves panel that I’m on Friday night (8:30) at DragonCon, I went to tweet the link to my heroine Gina’s “Why My Vampire Boyfriend is Better than Your Wolf” blog and found the link broken!  Thus, I am reprinting here, hopefully for your amusement.

Vamped “Why My Vampire Boyfriend is Better than Your Wolf” by Gina Covello, Fashionista of the Damned (and star of Vamped, Revamped, Fangtastic and Fangtabulous by Lucienne Diver)

#1– Vampires don’t shed.  That’s right, vampires have follicles of steel.  It’s totally part of the whole fanged and fabulous package.  This means that when my boyfriend rubs up against me, he doesn’t leave light hairs on my little black dress.  We don’t get wild hairs growing out of our ears or anywhere else.  Plus, no hairballs to clog the drain and back the water up around our ankles.

#2– Wolves go through outfits like a girl goes through gloss.  Yeah, werewolves are a little like the Incredible Hulk…transforming involves as much shredding as shedding.  If you’re lucky, a few swatches of fabric hang on for dear life, keeping the naughty bits under cover.  If not…well, there’s the whole public indecency thing.  I can think of way better ways to spend your weekend than bailing your boy out of the clink.  Or, restitching his seams.  Because unless the boy’s independently wealthy (highly recommended, BTW) closets full of replacement clothes aren’t generally an option.

#3– Speaking of that whole public indecency thing, there’s the whole caught on film fiasco (a la Lindsay Lohan).  Not even a possibility with us vamps.  Of course, neither is a film career, but there are totally trade-offs.

#4– My boyfriend only wants to suck on my neck, not rip it out.

#5– Vampires don’t come home with fleas and ticks…especially the latter.  It’s a kind of professional courtesy, one bloodsucker to another.

#6– Silver allergies totally limit your accessory options.  What if you’re a winter?

#7– Even when fanged, he’s fabulous.  Werewolves…not so much.  If they’re not off howling at the moon, they’re obsessed with sniffing each others’ butts or licking those hard to reach areas.  When they come home you find they’ve run through a briar patch or scared up a skunk or eaten your BFF.  Completely uncool.

#8– Werewolves are completely hormonal around every full moon.  And heaven forbid their monthly cycle coincides with yours…or the prom.  That’s when the fur really flies.

#9– Two words…dog breath.  Enough said.

[Disclaimer: none of the above applies if the wolf in question happens to look anything like Taylor Lautner, in which case he can down some breath mints and shed in my shower any day of the week.  And twice on Sundays.]

I’ve been promising my fans a new Vamped series short story, and here it is! “Of Blood and Bacon” was written for the BACONTHOLOGY, put together by John Ordover as part of the fundraising for the Reach for the Stars Learning Center, a not-for-profit school dedicated to helping children with autism.  I hope you enjoy!

Of Blood and Bacon

“Oh my god, I miss bacon so much it’s crazy!” Marcy said before I could.

We were vamps—Marcy, my best friend forever (now in the literal sense), me, and my boyfriend, Bobby.  The fourth at our table, Brent, was the only one of us still human.  While we could have kept driving all night, he needed to fill up on caffeine and calories in the form of, among other things, the salty goodness of the gods.  Well, some gods.  Others frowned on that sort of thing, from what I understood.  But then, they frowned on us vampires too.  Frowning, in my book, was a bad business, leading to wrinkles and the lowering of endorphins and all that jazz.  Smiling took more muscles and had been proven to trigger the release of…I don’t know, some chemical that gave your mood a swift kick in the pants.

Brent, Marcy’s main minion…er, man…held her gaze as he ate another piece.  Slowly.  Almost sensually.

I sort of hated him right then.  I mean, blood was all well and good, but when it was all you had to look forward to for the rest of eternity…you started to wish it came with flavor packets, like Crystal Light.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Marcy said, as cranky as I felt.  “Hurry it up.  We’ve got to find a place to hole up before sunrise.”

It was close to that now.  Luckily, Dana’s All-Night Diner was, well, self-explanatory.

There was an outburst of laughter from the booth next to us, and we all turned to see what they were getting into this time.  Four guys, three girls, all looking late teens or early twenties, just like us.  Unlike us, they all still had a pulse…at least, the ones whose veins I could see, sporting short hair, rockin’ ponytails or, in one case, wearing a strapless dress that left little to the imagination…or, almost wearing it, anyway.  Every time she bent forward there seemed a fifty-fifty chance of fall-out.

Five minutes ago, one of the guys had hidden a little creamer cup in his hand, put that hand to his eye and then pretended to stab it with a fork.  The girls shrieked as cream came spurting out in lieu of blood, and the guys had laughed uproariously.

I squinted to see what was going on now.  We vamps had pretty awesome extrasensory, uh, senses.  I could see and hear way beyond the norm, and my reflexes were epic.  Some of us could do other things.  Special.  Like me being able to go all ghosty and Bobby’s ability to move things with his mind.  But whatever was going on this time, I couldn’t see it.  At least, not at first.  It was only by following the gazes of the others at the table that I spotted the fly in Funnyboy’s food.  I was guessing from the reaction of the others—sly and amused glances tossed back and forth—that he’d put it there to weasel out of the check.  Not for the first time, I wondered if they’d consumed enough that they’d taste like bacon and whether I had time for a quick snack.

“Do you see that?” I asked the others at my table quietly.

“Fly in the food?” my boy, Bobby, asked.  “Yup, saw it.  I have an idea.  Watch this.”

I turned back toward the other table to watch, not caring if they noticed.

Now that I’d spotted the fly, I didn’t know how I’d missed it.  It was big.  Horsefly sized, maybe.  As Bobby stared at it, the fly’s wings began to beat.  In surprise, I looked from the fly to Bobby to the reactions around the other table.  Funnyboy hadn’t seen it yet, but suddenly one of the girls jumped and pointed at his plate.

“It’s alive!” she said, voice quaking, like it was Frankenstein’s monster rather than a little old fly.

Everyone went silent and stared.

“Dude, you didn’t make sure it was dead first?” one of the other guys laughed.

“But I did.  It was,” Funnyboy said, more bafflement than fear in his voice.

But then the fly rose from his plate as if from the dead and buzzed him, “flying” right for his open mouth.  He snapped it shut, and the fly bounced off his lips, headed for his nose.

The girls were in full-on freak-out now, screaming and crawling over each other to try to escape their booth.

When Funnyboy slapped the fly away from his nose, it made for the girls, dive-bombing their hair, brushing past their ears.

They screamed more loudly and stampeded out of the restaurant, fly in hot pursuit, until it hit the door and dropped like, well, like a fly.  Funnyboy and his friends were left behind with the check…and no fly to lessen the load.

It was our turn to quake with laughter.  The waitress rushed over to the rowdy table to check on the commotion and the boys tried to explain about the dead fly that wasn’t.  She stood over them with arms crossed, looming until they settled the check, and then escorted them out.  Never to return, I was guessing.  I vowed to double her tip for our table.

“That was fun!” Bobby said, blue eyes shining.  A smile on his face.  Endorphins or whatever probably flooding his system.

“Guess we should settle up,” Brent said, finally pushing back from his All  American or whatever lumberjack special he’d ordered.  “Can I get a to go box?” he asked the waitress.

She gave him a tired smile and a “Sure, hon.”

Me, I’d just seen my breakfast walk out the door—meals on heels.  Marcy and I exchanged a look.  “We’ll be right back,” I said for us both.

“Ladies room?” Brent asked.

“Something like that,” Marcy said with a secret smile.  We both slipped out of the booth.  “Be good,” Brent warned.

“Always,” Marcy tossed over her shoulder.

And we were.  We didn’t take much.  But yes, they tasted like bacon and maple syrup and home cooking.  We were in heaven.  Or as close as we were ever likely to get.

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You can read the previous free Vamped story here or check out the series.

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Whoo hoo!  Today is the official release date for my new novel Fangtabulous!  I’m sure I’ll have something pithier or more promotable to say tomorrow or the next day, but for now all I have is WHOO HOO!

About the book:

Gina Covello and her band of federal fugitives are on the run after taking down a secret (and sinister) government facility. Strapped without cash or credit cards—a fate worse than death for Gina—the rebels must find a place to lay low. They roll into Salem, Massachusetts, the most haunted town in America and the only place they have friends flying under the radar. But within a day, Gina and her gang are embroiled in a murder mystery of the supernatural kind.

Someone—or something—is strangling young women, and it’s rumored to be the ghost of Sheriff Corwin, late of the Salem Witch trials.  Is it the ghostly Sheriff or is someone on this side of the veil using the famous story as a cover up? Gina is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, and she needs to do it before a paranormal reporter on the scene exposes them for what they are…fanged federal fugitives.

Rave Reviews:

For Fangtabulous: “Another amusing romp in the series, this installment also sees its hardy heroine beginning to mature, adding further dimension to her character.  Reminiscent of Charlaine Harris’ Sookie Stackhouse and Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum, Gina never fails to deliver the goods.” —Kirkus Reviews

For the Vamped series: “Readers who appreciate Diver’s light, dry humor will welcome back feisty Gina and her hunky boyfriend, Bobby… a welcome lighthearted departure from gloomy vampire romance.” —Booklist

“Diver spins an action-packed story that is filled with humor. Gina is a sassy heroine who tackles issues and challenges with proper vampire style.” —School Library Journal

“Diver successfully creates a vampire teen who is active and assertive and has no time for angst.  Gina has a biting, sarcastic voice that makes the Vamped books quick and entertaining reads.”—VOYA

“There is enough grit and wit in this installment to keep adults engaged, as well as plugged-in co-eds. So take a fabulous spin. And stay tuned for book #4, Fangtabulous” — Comicmix

Other books in series:

Vamped

Revamped

Fangtastic

Okay, I should never have thought of “Love is in the Air” as the title for this post, because now I have the sappy old 70s song stuck in my head.  WARNING: do not click on this link or you will too!

 
The reason for the title and the post are two new Nocturne releases coming out this week (tomorrow, in fact)!

KODIAK CHAINED by Doranna Durgin

One mission. One night. One costly misstep…. Don’t miss this scintillating romance from Doranna Durgin!A mighty Kodiak shifter, Ruger is more than a Sentinel warrior. As a Healer, he willingly risks everything defending the sick and helpless. But after an ambush nearly kills him, he can do only so much—until a sensual lady black bear shifter arrives to provide him backup….

In human form, she is called Mariska. Feisty and self-assured, she has finagled her present assignment helping Ruger chase down a rising new threat. The moment Mariska scents the heroic, battle-scarred grizzly she knows he will be her only weakness…and greatest desire.

Mariska will do anything to aid Ruger—even if confronting the enemy puts everything she holds dear in jeopardy.

 

HOLIDAY WITH A VAMPIRE 4 with stories by New York Times bestselling author Susan Krinard, as well as Theresa Meyers and Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

Don’t be afraid to snuggle up with these sexy, immortal heroes. They will weave their way into your fantasies and spice up your cold winter nights.Halfway to Dawn by Susan Krinard

Amid a supernatural war between the races, can Fiona, captain of the human special forces, and Kain, a compelling fugitive from the vampire army, risk working together to attain peace on earth?

The Gift by Theresa Meyers

All Cullen McCormack wants for Christmas is the missing locket that holds the key to his immortality. But will Angelica, the woman who now flaunts it about her exquisite neck, also claim his vampire heart?

Bright Star by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

Immortal Dylan McCay has vowed to protect the secret origins of his species at all costs—until he meets Savannah, a passionate astronomer on the brink of discovering the elusive Christmas Star….

I’m pretty sure either book will heat up your holidays!

I’m very excited to present to you all my “Men of Urban Fantasy” week here on the blog.  Urban (aka contemporary) fantasy is so female dominated, that I thought it was high time for me to shine a light on some of the amazing men on the scene and their more-than-memorable protagonists.  I’m thrilled to kick off the week with James R. Tuck, author of the Deacon Chalk series for Kensington (BLOOD AND BULLETS, BLOOD AND SILVER and BLOOD AND MAGIC, forthcoming).

WHAT KIND OF MAN DOES THIS FOR A LIVING? by James R. Tuck

Before I was a writer of urban fantasy I was a reader of urban fantasy. Some of my favorites are Lilith Saintcrow’s Jill Kismet series, Patricia Briggs Mercy Thompson series, Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake series, and Faith Hunter’s Jane Yellowrock series. My bookshelves are full of urban fantasy books that have one thing in common.

They feature kick ass women characters.

Now all the series are different, the writers all bringing fresh takes to the wide world of urban fantasy, but they have common things about them and the main one is that they feature women as the lead character. It’s become a thing for people outside the genre to point at and use to easily categorize books.

“Oh, it’s a modern day world with monsters and a heroine that wears leather pants and has a gun? It’s urban fantasy.”

And that book would be. (and I would totally read it)

But, there is a growing number of us guys who are joining in the ranks of urban fantasy and bringing something a bit different.

We’re writing men as the lead characters.

Of course this brings a different take on the genre. When I read urban fantasy I think about what the characters go through. I examine it and in my head I think about how someone who fights monsters would be in normal life. Like how does someone who just got done shooting a pack of vampires in the face handle a fender bender, or simply ordering a coffee at a busy Starbucks? I think monster hunters would be pretty traumatized people. They would suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) in a way that is different even from combat soldiers. They would have all the violence to process that a combat soldier would, but it would be a lot closer in nature. I think there has to be a difference between shooting an enemy combatant and killing them with a sword or a stake through the heart. And you have to add in the fact that they would be dealing with things that were not human, which would add to the level of stress. It would affect them differently.

In my books every character but one suffers from some form of PTSD.

The women in my book handle it differently than the men and the non human’s deal with it differently than the humans. Kat’s past (losing her sister to vampires and being tortured by one) makes her burn with an almighty hatred for anything vampire. She is obsessed with keeping tabs on all of them so that the main character Deacon Chalk can hunt them down. She also never goes anywhere without a cross.

Father Mulcahy deals with his past by drinking, chain smoking, being a Catholic priest, and helping Deacon with his war on monsters. You haven’t learned what happened to him before the books started, but it’s a great story. He has a truly dark history and has witnessed and done some terrible things that drove him into the arms of the Church.

Larson’s past with monsters fills him with rage.

Charlotte the Were-spider (yes, you read that right) seems more adjusted due to her supernatural nature, but she’s not. What she went through in book one is what makes her get involved in book two, and what happens to her in book two will affect her, and her relationship with Deacon, for a long time. She seems pretty well adjusted, but she’s not.

And finally the main man Deacon Chalk. Talk about a study in PTSD. Deacon is one seriously damaged character and the books I write are an exploration of that. In book one we meet Deacon five years after his family was killed by monsters and for five years his coping mechanism for his grief has been to kill every monster he can find. He hasn’t really healed at all. This is a very guy way of dealing with grief and pain. Shove it aside and get on with work. It’s something we do. It’s not that men don’t have emotions, we have them hardcore, but our whole life has been skewed by our culture that we have responsibility before we have feelings. That is why we men push our emotions aside. Part of it is a coping mechanism, part of it is the way we are raised.

That is exactly how Deacon is. He thinks he’s doing alright, but he’s not, and that doesn’t begin to change until he meets Tiff, the one person in the Deaconverse who has NOT been traumatized by monsters.

Tiff likes Deacon and wants to be with him, but because he still loves his dead wife and he’s completely damaged, they do NOT have the instantaneous BOOM! Romance of love at first sight. It takes a while, months, before he is ready to even take the first step. He has work to do, a mission driven by vengeance AND a death wish, and hard feelings that make it near impossible for him to move past the loss of his family to allow someone in his heart. Plus, his lifestyle of monster hunting has made him nearly unfit for normal society. He’s almost completely nocturnal, carries more guns than a small army, and his first reaction to almost any situation is violence. That’s great for hunting a rogue pack of predator lycanthropes, not so great for ordering a cheeseburger at McDonalds.

For me writing the Deacon Chalk series is an exploration of being a certain kind of man. We all love the alpha male character and what I am writing is how that alpha male would react to being shoved into a world of monsters. Sometimes he comes off a bit cold, sometimes a lot cocky, but those are all coping mechanisms for his trauma. Not just the loss of his family, but the things he has to do in his role as a monster hunter. Like a combat soldier, Deacon puts himself between any human, even lowlife, despicable ones, and a monster. He holds that line for humanity, no matter the cost. In the Deaconverse the monsters are truly monstrous and do horrible things so that cost is just as terrible.

But Deacon is a man, and a man has responsibilities.

Even if it kills him.