Author: Sean Kerr
Title: Dead Camp
Series: Dead Camp
Book: One
Release Date: January 1, 2016
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
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6207037.Sean_Kerr
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.
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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.
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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Today I’m chatting with Sean Kerr about writing, life, and their current project. Welcome! Let’s talk a little about Dead Camp.
What inspired you to write this story?
As a gay man, I wanted to tell a story about a gay man from a gay perspective. I am fascinated by history, in particular Hitler’s obsession with the paranormal and the Spear of Destiny, and that fueled Dead Camp and was the springboard from which it was born. Gay Vampires fighting Hitler? Bring it on!
Is there a character you feel especially connected to? Why?
Malachi, the ghost who is unconditionally in love with Eli. He is craving love, craving sexual contact. He needs to be touched, to feel desired, to feel attractive. As a 46 year old gay man, slightly overweight, and very unfit, I can identify. The gay scene, in Wales at least, considers anyone over 30 old, and that really pisses me off. I have lived the gay life, I was in my twenties once, and those looking at me now and wondering where my zimmer frame is should know that they too, will be my age at some point. Life does not end when you hit 40 plus, or 50 plus. Sex does not end, my penis doesn’t drop off, and I like to get drunk and dance the night away as much as anyone else. Oops, was I ranting dear heart? So sorry lol.
What was the hardest part of writing this?
Writing action scenes is tough, fight scenes in particular. All that punching, who threw who where, and who kicked who in the balls. But what I have found particularly challenging, and it surprised me, is writing sex scenes. I have never done that before, and there is some pretty hot stuff through these books, but trying to make them fresh, and different from each other, is really hard! How do you write something that is meant to be erotic and filthy without making someone laugh? I read a certain book, and during a sex scene, the man inserts fingers into her, and she says that she feels like a bowling ball. I laughed so hard that I nearly soiled myself. I had tears of laughter. I laughed for bloody ages. It made me laugh for days. Sadly, though, it was not meant to be funny. So whenever I write a sex scene, I always think bowling ball, and that sobers me up lol.
Choose a favorite line or short passage. What do you like about it?
The sensation of all consuming dread lay heavy in the pit of my stomach, nibbling away at the lining of my spasming organ with sharp, relentless teeth. I felt disorientated, dizzy, my head spinning, on the verge of disgorging my innards in a never-ending pile of steaming lungs and bloodied intestines. All my anxieties laid bare for the world to see in a rush of vomit inducing trepidation that left me exposed and perilously vulnerable.
The floor of my stomach detached and fell away into the folds of my asshole, while my head took off in a dizzying flight of surreal what the fuck? There wasn’t a drug in the world that could hold a candle to that sensation. My hole began to blow kisses like a Gourami and to make matters worse, sweat erupted across every pore of my body to stab at my gorgeous flesh in waves of shivering pinpricks.
And that was how the burning dreams always started, with sick, fuck and stabbing.
This section is from the prologue. I loved writing it because it helped me find my voice. I wanted the book to be hard, visceral, and raw, and the prologue hopefully achieves that. As soon as you read it you think ‘shit, what am I reading?’ It’s rough, tough, and difficult to love, just like Eli in the beginning.
Tell us a little about any upcoming projects.
I am writing Dead Camp 3 as we speak, and there are 2 more in the series to write after that. However, I have my idea file, and there are two projects that I am really looking forward to having a stab at after Dead Camp. I love Vampires, and Dead Camp will see me getting that particular monster out of my system. There is another monster, one of my other favorites, that I have an idea for. It will be a single book, one complete story, at least I think it will, centered around Frankenstein. The other project, which is much bigger, and will be a series, involves Superheroes. They are there, the stories, lurking behind my eyes, and I really hope that I can breathe life into them. We shall see.
How has your life changed since becoming a published author?
My life is now a lot busier! When this all started, I had no idea how much time all the social media stuff would consume, and that really has shocked me. I need to find a better balance there because it is distracting me from my writing, and book 3 will not write itself!
If you could take a time machine back 10 years, what would you tell your past self?
Do not open your business! That may not be strictly fair, because to stay open as long as we have with our Interior Design shop is one hell of an achievement, but my God it has been hard work and traumatic. If I had my time again, I know I would not have done it. If I had a time machine, I would also go back and show myself Dead Camp and do it a lot sooner!
What do you hope people say about you after you’re gone?
I hope they say that I was a nice person. I think that is all any of us can hope for. And when I am dead, it will no longer matter to me, so as long as I am liked in life, as long as I can do the best by my family and friends as I can, then I will die happy. Wow, that’s morbid.
Word Sprints!
- What are you currently wearing? Baggy grey trackies and a pink shirt
- What genre (other than your own) do you like to read? YA
- Do you enjoy watching or playing any sports? Hell no
- Do you have any body art? No, never had the guts
- What’s one of your hobbies? Card Making
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thank you so much for hosting me today xx
You are welcome here any time! I think yours was one of my favorite interviews to read.
Oh thank you so much, I have enjoyed every minute of it, and I am so grateful to amazing bloggers like you for giving us a spotlight to help us xxxxx
Sean your an excellent author! Dead Camp has definitely become an addiction! More than that you are a wonderful man with a HUGE heart that is so loving, kind, and generous! I pray you live a very long life! This world would not be the wonderful place it is if you were nor in it! Love you!
Thank you so much Leah my dear friend, and you are in my heart for always my friend xxxx
Sean, the books that you have wrote, have made me enjoy history. You have open things for me that I prefer your version over the real thing. I enjoy your books as I wait for book 3 to come out. I can’t wait. You would never thought you had a hard time writing fighting or sex scenes you did then so very good. Thank you. I am looking foward to the next book and the next. You are truly a talented author and I’m so glad you decided to follow your dream. Inspires many to never give up. Love you Mr. S!
Ronni, thank you so much for your very kind words, and your amazing support. You make me want to write, and i am so grateful for your friendship xxxx
As always Sean Kerr you have expressed to your readers what a brilliant writer you are. I have never been as captivated in a book as I have when I read your Dead Camp 1 and Dead Camp 2. I can highly recommend the Dead Camp series. I would imagine like all of your other fans (me being number 1) they are sitting not so patiently waiting for Book 3 to be released. I love you dearly Sean Kerr xx
thank you so much my wonderful friend, and I really appreciate your support, and your friendship xxxx