Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Meet author Sean Kerr and enter the Giveaway

Please check out the giveaway at the end of the post for a chance to win the following from the author: an ecopy of Dead Camp. The contest closes on June 21st. The tour is sponsored by Pride Promotions.

Now let's have a chat with author Sean Kerr....

What started your interest in writing?
When I was a very young child, my aunt took me to a jumble sale. I was about 8, and it was during the school summer break. In that jumble sale I found a very old, very worn copy of Bram Stoker’s Dracula. It was 50p, so my aunt bought it for me. I read that book in a couple of days. I read that book about three times over that 6-week summer break. I have read that book so very, very many times over the years. That was the start.

My mother is a voracious reader. Back then, amidst the loads of Agatha Christie books she loved to read, were some books by Graham Masterton and James Herbert. So we got into this rhythm, once my mother finished one of these books she would give it to me and I would devour it. So at a very young age I was enjoying some of the very best horror writing out there. And I loved them.

I am also a huge Doctor Who fan. I also love all the old British Hammer films, and old black and white serials such as Quatermass. All of these things fueled my very active imagination, and at a very young age I used to write about these things, making up my own stories with these characters I loved from TV and film. In school, when we were given essays to do, I would write pages of this stuff, much to my teacher’s amusement, and I suppose I have never stopped. 

If zombies attacked what kind of supplies would you want?
Chocolate. My entire blu ray and Doctor Who collection, with a very large TV, blu ray player, and a power source. My PS4. My laptop, so I could write about the unfolding events. There are no weapons here, because I wouldn’t have a clue how to fight. As a gay man, I would scream very loudly, and run as fast as I could with my arms spinning like windmills, in the opposite direction to the zombies. If I had to stand and fight, I want the biggest bloody gun known to man. Maybe a cannon? A tank would be good. Even better, my own Tardis so I could fly off to another time when the apocalypse was over. With my two cats and my husband of course.

If you could sit down with any author dead or alive who would it be?
Bram Stoker. That man gave us one of the very best literary monsters in history. That book is genius, on every level. His imagination, his research, his approach to telling a story, his characterization, wow. I have read that book so many times, and I will read it again, and again. He inspired me to write, he inspired Dead Camp, and there is a story I want to tell in the future, and even though it will not involve Vampires, the style of it is directly inspired by the style of Bram Stoker and Dracula. 

Do you keep a notebook near your for when new ideas pop into your head?
Oh God yes. I have realms of notes, just for this series of books alone. I also have more notes for future projects. How many of us has lied on bed, had an idea, got up the next day and forgotten them? I am one of those.

If you write a series do you reread your previous books before you begin the new one?
I refer back and fore between my books all the time, just to make sure I don’t get anything wrong. The thing is, during the re-write process, the editing process, and the proofing process, I must have gone over those books a dozen times each, so you do get very familiar with it lol. I went straight into Dead Camp 3, so I didn’t re-read, but I do keep popping back to certain bits to make sure that I don’t contradict myself.

Is there anything you wish to say to your readers?
Books without readers are just a jumble of words on paper. Without readers, my books would be nothing, so to me the reader is the most important, and vital part of the equation. To say that I am grateful to those who have read my books would be an understatement. This is my life’s dream, to be an author, to be published, for people to read, and hopefully enjoy my work, and I can’t tell you how much it means to me that someone has taken the time to buy my books and read them. It is one of the most humbling experiences of my life, and thank you just doesn’t seem good enough, but I really do mean it, from my heart, thank you. 

For readers who haven't tried your books yet, how do you think your editor or loyal readers would describe your books?
I hope they would say knicker-gripping. Funny, raw, disturbing, touching, unexpected. But above all, if someone just turns around and says ‘I enjoyed that,’ I really would be very grateful, and chuffed.

I’m always looking for book recommendations. What books have you been reading? Would you recommend them?
Elizabeth Kostova, The Historian. I have read that book a number of times, and for me it is the true successor to Dracula. The historical detail, the way the story is pieced together, the sublime writing, that book is an absolute joy. Spooky, creepy, intelligent, clever, moving, satisfying. 

How often does your muse distract you from day to day minutiae?
 I can’t really say that I have a muse. I get distracted VERY easily by all the social network stuff that is necessary these days. I sit down to write, and then I see comments on a post I have made, and then hours later I realise that I haven’t written a single line of book 3. There is such a tremendous amount of work to do with social media to even stand a chance of getting noticed, and I had no idea when this started how intense that side of things would be. That is not to say that I don’t love it, because I do love it. I have met so many fantastic, generous, and very kind people because of the social network aspect, and my books would be nothing without it, so I am VERY grateful for all the opportunities that Facebook and the like have given me.

What do readers have to look forward to in the future from you?
Dead Camp 3, hopefully by the summer. This book is a bitch to write, for so many reasons. The subject matter in this book in particular is a tough one, and because it is pivotal to the entire series, I really have to get it right. If this book fails to tell the story properly, then the entire series will suffer because of that, so while I am writing as fast as I can, I would rather take the time to tell the story I need to tell, get it right, and write it to the best of my ability.

After Dead Camp? I have a folder of ideas. There are two that I really want to start as soon as Dead Camp finishes. One is a Frankenstein story, the other is my own take on the Superhero story. I can’t wait to get started on them.

Publisher: Extasy Books
Cover Artist: Latrisha Waters
Series: Dead Camp
Book: One 
Release Date: January 1, 2016


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.

Pages or Words: 87,422 words, 260 pages

Categories: Dark Themes, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Historical, Horror, M/M Romance, Mystery, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires/Demons, Thriller


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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          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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sean kerr said...

thank you so much for hosting me today xxx

Leah Negron said...

Sean excellent job as always! I absolutely love your books! You are truly gifted and very talented! Looking forward to book 3!

sean kerr said...

thank you so much Leah for all your kind support and for your wonderful friendship. love you girl xxx

Maggie Lane said...

Another great interview Sean, I waould imagine you would be a dream to interview, so witty, humble and honest. You keep up with your brilliant writing and I'll keep reading your books. x

sean kerr said...

thank you so my my
lovely friend, you will always be an inspiration to me xxxx

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