Hi all!
Please help me welcome Charles O'Keefe to my blog today!
About the Author:
Charles
O’Keefe lives in the beautiful province of Newfoundland, Canada, with his wife
and two feline ‘children,’ Jude and Esther.
He
works in IT support and enjoys many hobbies and activities that include
writing, reading, watching fantasy/science-fiction movies and television shows,
gaming, poker, walking, Pilates, and of course fantasizing about vampires.
The
Newfoundland Vampire
Book
II: Killer on the Road
Charles
O’Keefe
Genre: Horror / Paranormal /
Romance / Vampire
Publisher: Penumbra Publishing
Date of Publication: August 31,
2013
ISBN-10: 1938758293
ISBN-13: 978-1938758294
ASIN: B00EWTYM3G
Number of pages: 193
Word Count: 74,020
Cover Artist: Nils Dannemann
Book
Description:
Joseph O’Reily is still adjusting
to the lifestyle and the dangers that come with being a new vampire. He and
Cassandra recently fought to the death with Cassandra’s estranged husband John
Snow, and now Joseph has experienced his first ménage a trios, as only a vampire
can. As if all of this was not complicated enough, he and Cassandra have been
tasked with hunting down and killing a rogue vampire, Donald Rathmore.
Another of John Snow’s creations,
Donald is an evil misogynistic killer in his own right. Donald has no interest
in avenging his creator’s death, but killing Cassandra is at the top of his
list.
While Donald continues his
murderous spree, Joseph and Cassandra always seem to be one step behind him.
The chase is further complicated as they encounter other vampires and learn
more about the mysterious nature of the Vampire Council and the coming war
between good and evil.
Joseph is only now beginning to
trust Cassandra, and this trust will be shaken when he discovers she has even
more secrets than he imagined. Her idea of justice and morality is at complete
odds with his own. Despite all his powers and growing skill, Joseph is tested
physically as a vampire and emotionally by Cassandra. This time the answers and
challenges may be too much for the young vampire to handle.
Prologue
My
Bonny Lies Over the Ocean
Anne Bonny sat
on the beach of Green Island, Hawaii, sipping a mai tai as she admired the view
of the sunset. The sky began to turn crimson red, which helped dull the intense
headache she suffered as a vampire up before dark.
She resided near
what was thought to be an abandoned Coast Guard station, which secretly
harbored her mansion underground and several paid servants and guards.
Underneath a run-down airstrip lay a subterranean waterway where a submarine
was docked. The submarine was used primarily for the human servants that needed
to leave the island to fetch supplies or take vacations. The runway itself
could still handle flight landings if a friend popped in for a visit.
Anne, like many
vampires, was quite wealthy. Wise investments over enough time provided
financial comfort that most well-to-do humans accumulated only through
inheritance, corporate sharking, or a serendipitous blend of ideas, timing, and
networking. The simple truth was, the duration of a human life was usually too
short to build the financial stability to which most vampires were accustomed.
Like most vampires, Anne chose not to flaunt her wealth. Going unnoticed made
it easier to hide from humans. Peace and quiet was easy to obtain on a deserted
island.
She had always
loved tropical locations, and the Hawaiian Islands were so near the equator
that the temperature almost never changed. She also loved sunsets so much that
it was worth the suffering and slight risk of being out in the open before full
dark. Green Island was primarily a bird sanctuary now, with the occasional monk
seals that showed up on the beaches. Anne didn’t hate animals, but she killed a
few birds that had the audacity to crap on her head one afternoon. At night, her
vampire presence kept them away. In case something happened to her human
servants, she could call out to a seal for assistance.
She sang to
herself, “My bonny lies over the ocean; my bonny lies over the sea...” She
liked that song, even though it wasn’t about her. As she sang and took another
sip from her drink, she closed her eyes and grimaced in pain. This was a
different kind of pain from that of a vampire out in the day. She knew that her
estranged youngling John was in terrible danger and perhaps faced death.
Despite the pain, she smiled and reclined easily on her lounger. “Serves the
bastard right,” she whispered to herself. “He was my biggest regret in life.
His charms fooled me, and I made him one of us. It’s time his life was brought
to an end.”
Anne sighed,
feeling better as the sun dipped near the horizon. She thought of that spring
day in 1834 Newfoundland. John was a handsome man who exuded charisma and
confidence. A hundred and thirty years didn’t seem so long ago. Time was
relative when one was immortal. Still, she should have vetted John Snow and
read his thoughts before turning him. But she was horny, hungry, and foolish.
She not only bit him but kissed him afterwards with blood still on her lips.
She didn’t see the harm in turning a wealthy fisherman. She realized too late
that he was married, and she vowed not to cause the destruction of his
marriage. When she saw him shot and dropped into the ocean, she thought that
was the end of him, but she was wrong once more. Fish, it seemed, didn’t like
the taste of vampires, and she learned that even a shot to the head and an
injury to the brain would heal. Many years later, she heard of his rash
actions, but didn’t want to admit to the Council that she had caused the mess.
Best let them deal with it in their own way.
Newfoundland had
seemed like a good place for a pirate to go – Peter Easton, Black Bart, and
George Fielding all had frequented the area in years gone by. She enjoyed her
life as a pirate. She loved to capture booty, but didn’t delight in slaughter.
Then she thought
back to October, 1720, in Ocho Rios, Jamaica. She had been imprisoned there and
convicted of piracy. Luckily she had dreamt of her own capture and had grown
her belly in the two weeks prior, so as to appear pregnant. It was a simple
matter then to ‘plead the belly,’ as it was known at the time, and receive a
stay of execution. This stay gave her a chance to escape and resume her pirate
career disguised as a man. By 1860, with Albert Hicks hung for piracy in the
US, she knew it was time to stop. The world had changed, and she had to change
with it. Riverboat gambling was easy money. She did enjoy being on the water
and the attention men paid her.
Anne took
another sip of her drink and concentrated. John was fortunate that the sun was
about to set, and her powers were activated in time. A man in a white shirt and
shorts came over to her. “Excuse me, mistress. May I get you another drink?”
Anne opened her
eyes. “No, Charles, I’d like to be alone for a few minutes. Take away the glass
and bring me my cell phone in a bit.”
The man nodded.
“As you wish.” He took the glass and left.
Anne resumed her
concentration, and John entered her mind fully. He thought to her, Anne. my
dear, my own youngling Catherine and this motherfucker Joseph are about to kill
me. If you ever cared for me, avenge my death. I am in Newfoundland, and I will
give you my last images so you will know their faces.
Anne snorted and
thought back, Go fuck yourself, John. I just wish you had died in 1834 instead
of living this long. Anne received no reply, but did see through John’s eyes at
his moment of death. She saw a statue of Peter Pan, animals at his feet, and a
lot of blood. She saw a woman with beautiful long, red curly hair who looked
terribly wounded in her chest, and man who seemed to have been shot as he
stabbed John with a sharpened wooden stick.
Anne gasped as
her own chest hurt terribly for a second. And then she received one final
thought from John. They are watching us.
Anne waited for
the pain to fade and rubbed her chest right above her heart. She snorted again
and grumbled to herself, “Tell me something I don’t know.”
With the sun
gone down, she sat up and smiled, absently admiring her slim, athletic figure
in her gold bikini. She tossed back her fiery red hair, kept straight at
shoulder length. “My dear John,” she said aloud, “your death, and these other
vampires in Newfoundland, are enough to pique my interest.”
The last
remnants of the sun disappeared below the horizon, and Anne felt her senses
fully come to life. She heard Charles’ heartbeat and smelled the sweetness of
his blood. As he approached, she stood and held out her hand for the phone.
Charles said in his accustomed manner, “Are you hungry, mistress?” He passed
her the phone and stretched his neck to one side.
Anne smiled.
“Yes, Charles, you’ll have the next few days off, as I will drain you deeply.
Remember, until you pass out, that I liked to be fondled. I’ll make certain
Michael carries you to sickbay.”
Charles nodded.
“Of course, mistress. Thank you for choosing me tonight.”
Anne took the
phone and clipped in on the back of her bikini bottom. She took off Charles’
shirt and sunk her teeth into his neck. He tasted lovely, with not a hint of
drugs or alcohol, and had a pleasant taste of cinnamon in his blood. She also
enjoyed his ministrations, but she became more excited at the thought of sex
with another vampire. It had been too long since she’d enjoyed the company of
others of her kind. Any vampire capable of destroying John must be worth my interest.
She drained
Charles until his heartbeat started to slow and he drifted into
unconsciousness. Anne cared for her servants, the way a pet owner cared for her
animals, and she laid him gently on the sand. She took the cell phone out and
punched in the mansion number. She didn’t allow time for a greeting but simply
stated, “Have a boat waiting on the southeastern end of Midway Island. I’ll
whistle loudly. Also, prepare the sub and head off for Honolulu. I’ll be there
in a few days. Make sure it has my weapons on board. Oh, and send Michael down
to take Charles to sickbay. He’ll need a few days off.”
The reply came
instantly. “Of course, mistress, right away.”
Anne tucked the
cell phone into Charles’ right front pocket and, after a brief glance at the
first stars that came into view, dived into the ocean. The water was warm
against her cool skin. She could easily swim in the Arctic and break through
ice if necessary, but this was much more pleasant. Fish, dolphins, sharks and
the occasional whale all moved out of her way as she cut through the water like
a knife. She had been an excellent swimmer as a human, and when she was turned,
her swimming speed and skill reached legendary levels. She could easily swim
thirty kilometers an hour at night and go for eight to ten hours with a belly
full of blood. Like all vampires, she had an uncanny sense of direction and
knew she was headed for Midway Island. She planned to reach it just before
sunrise. Perhaps, when she got to Newfoundland, she would find a new companion
or at least some friends. John had created Catherine, after all, and she did at
least owe her an apology. She wondered if this Joseph had experienced a blood
embrace. In any case, he had not done it with her.
It would take her weeks to get there this way,
but she was in no rush. Anticipation was a wonderful thing, and time was
certainly on her side.
The Newfoundland Vampire
Book One
Charles O’Keefe
Genre:
Horror/Paranormal/Vampire
Publisher:
Penumbra Publishing
ISBN:
978-1935563853
ASIN:
B007TRWUCS
Number
of pages: 224
Word
Count: 86,737
Book Description:
Like
every other geek alive, Newfoundland native Joseph O’Reily secretly wants to be
a superhero. At thirteen he fantasized about being a vampire, and ten years
later he’s still fantasizing – but mostly about a beautiful redheaded woman who
has eyes only for him. The one thing different about Joseph’s adult fantasy is
that, amazingly, it comes true one night when he goes to a local university
pub. Cassandra Snow, literally the woman of his dreams, invites him to her
place for an evening of personal pleasure. Of course he’s not going to say no.
But when strange things start happening afterward, Joseph quickly learns that
not all dreams should come true.
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