I asked my favorite zombie Amanda Feral, to answer some of your reader questions for a new monthly post here. I warned you, but none of you seem to listen to what I have to say. Thanks Amanda for being so, um, honest.

This month’s column seems to be dedicated to Pixie’s reader’s unhealthy preoccupation with vulgar sex acts. I, not being one to judge—oh who am I kidding, I’m always in the mood for that—have agreed to help people achieve the best “me” they can be. Let’s get started, because once I’m at the bottom of this martini, you all are shit out of luck.

 Jennifer writes…

“[What's the] best way to spice up the sex life?”

Well Jennifer, that I have to answer this at all tells me you’re a stranger to back door lovin’. Men love two things, dick jokes and anal sex. My advice is to grab a barrel of lube and a rubber sheet and hit the mattress Jennifer. At the very least, you might lose a couple of pounds.

 Heather writes…

“Do you think the Diva Cup (http://www.divacup.com/) would work better than depends for those unsightly leakages a zombie goes through after coffee intake – just place the Diva Cup in the appropriate location? (I so love the name diva cup!)”

 Two words: Reusable cup. No, Heather, the Diva Cup is hereby banned from our discussion. Who would want to reapply that piece of shit, or clean it for that matter. It’s that kind of budget-conscious bullshit that is destroying the fashion industry, hell, I don’t even like to wear an outfit twice.

 Leah writes…

“Can a human give an animal (say, a donkey?) genital warts?”

Dear Leah, Get out of the fucking barn and book the next available psychotherapy appointment. Clearly your mental health is in jeopardy. Also…please start wearing a name tag, I’ll need to identify you if we’re ever in close proximity. Don’t worry, you’re COMPLETELY safe from being eaten by this zombie.

Synde writes…

“Have you ever lost a limb during sex?”

Obviously, not. I have suffered dislocations, but that’s nothing a thousand dollars and a shark toothed demon child can’t fix.

Tiah writes…

“I have plain brown hair which is about as exciting as a piece of dry wheat toast. I am thinking about dying it blonde. Do you have any hair dying tips?”

Tip #1: get down on your knees and thank the good lord you weren’t born a blonde. Brunettes can go platinum, red, hell, even green and it can work. A blonde on the other hand can never truly rock a mahogany or chestnut. They just look tawdry.

Tip #2: Don’t skimp. If I catch you in the hair dye aisle at Target versus a chair at a decent salon, you won’t be needing a change to feel peppy and alive.

Ale writes…

“Do you think Bella Swan should have picked Jacob instead of Edward?”

Please, that little bitch should have fucked them both and moved on to college and a power career. Pathetic, is what I say.

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Well that’s it kids. Mamma’s gonna finish her hootch and grab a snack. Until next time…

If you have any questions for Amanda, ask them in the comments section and I promise she’ll get back to you…or eat you.

As you know, I have developed a slightly strange “friendship” with the notorius zombie glam girl Amanda Feral and her minon/ghost writer Mark Henry.

Amanda has a agreed to a monthly guest column where YOU can ask her for advice. I am slightly afraid for those of you stupid enough crazy enough to ask her a question. Be prepared, she’s a bit..umm…snarky. For example:

“Why’s my man cheatin’, Amanda?”

 ”Cuz you’re a fat ass bitch. Next!”

So here’s your chance to start asking Amanda questions! She’ll answer anything to, but don’t blame me if she makes you cry.

As usual, KindleVixen & I were wasting time on MSN when I decided who better than KV to help me interview our favorite Zombie! I’m glad I asked Tiffany to join me, I haven’t laughed this hard in a very long time!

WLP: KindleVixen & I are pleased to have none other than zombie extraordinaire, Amanda Feral here today. Amanda is the host of her own reality show out of Seattle. Thanks for stopping by today Amanda.

AF: Should be interesting. (eyes the hosts) Perhaps. if you don’t bore me. You got in booze up in this shithole?

WLP: I finished your latest memoir, Battle of the Network Zombies, was it hard to write it? I mean you’ve been through hell and back, all in wicked shoes of course.

AF: Hard to write it? Um. No. I have a great memory and whatever I don’t recall is probably too boring to mention, so I just make that shit up. Dialogue and whatever. ::sighs:: But yes, it’s been rough, thankfully I have my friends close by in case I need someone to ridicule. That always lifts my spirits.

WLP: Speaking of shoes, what are your go to “come fuck me shoes”?

AF: Well, this year, to pronounce my willingness to procreate, I’m rocking Louboutin Pigalles. (click on the first shoe). I find that men respond to seeing dead python on a nicely arched foot, please don’t skimp on a pedi, ladies–you don’t want those toes looking like you cling to branches with them.

KV: Since WLP already covered the “come fuck me shoes” – I might as well dive into what we all really want to know. Have you found a lube that works with the zombie lady parts? Maybe the KY warming? 

AF: Listen. You don’t really want to know what lubes me up these days, do you? Let’s just say, after a couple of years rotting from the inside, a certain…natural…lubrication occurs. Now, that’s not to say that the reapers don’t provide me with some vaginal freshening—they do. But in the meantime, I get no complaints and far as I’ve seen…no dicks have been harmed—except for the ones that end up as snack food. Next question!

WLP: We know you love your designer clothing, so who is the designer of the moment?

AF: Alexander McQueen definitely. Distorted herringbone is the new pattern. Make a note of it.

KV: I want to ask about Martin. Now that you confessed to eating him…. do you regret it? Did he taste any different being someone you cared about? Did you at least get a good orgasm from him first?

AF: That! Was a mistake. In fact, it all happened so quickly how can I even be sure it happened at all? If you bitches are trying to rile me. It’s not working. ::sucks at her teeth::

WLP: I have to ask, is Wendy still sporting diapers? Can you at least get her into designer ones?

AF: Oh poor Wendy. She can’t seem to work through that pesky eating disorder of hers. And while I’ll admit to a few indiscretions with a shot of espresso, a maxi pad seems to sop that coffee off my twat like a biscuit on honey.

KV: In Road Trip of the Living Dead you make an unexpected trip to an adult sex store where you introduced me to the wonders of the Fleshlight. Did you grab any souvenirs for yourself?

AF: Uh no. Scott’s rough enough without injecting vibrating equipment into the equation. Something might fall off down there. And I’m fond of my nasty nugget, thank you. Though. I know a certain Pixie who can’t for the life of her stop talking about Fleshlights. I think she’s been watching demonstration videos. Got one on order for the beau? Sicko.

WLP: Have any good Gil gossip; since he wasn’t around much in Battle of the Network Zombies, I’m a nosey bitch. I need to know more about Gil & the fleshlight! Did he get one?

AF: Wasn’t around much? That’s just ridiculous. That I share my book with him, at all, is to show how generous I am. But yeah. Gil’s got himself this boyfriend, while I find the guy totally creepy in an ew-you’re-a-gross-insect kind of way, he’s totally into him and they make out in public until I want to vomit on them just to stop it. But he’s happy, I guess and that’s what matters, right?

KV: Now that you have been a zombie for a while, and are presumably adjusted…would you choose this life for yourself or is there another supernatural you would rather be?

AF: I don’t really have any regrets. Would I prefer the cheaper self-healing of a vampire? Sure, of course, I would. Who wouldn’t? But there are advantages to my situation, not the least of which is an ability to shop at the beginning of trunk sales, while it’s still daylight.

WLP: What do you say to those readers who think you are “gross & disgusting”?

AF: I say look in the mirror, bitches! I don’t pretend to be perfect, nor am I anyone’s “heroine.”

KV: Something I have been wondering…. obviously, and thank god, zombies can shower – but can you take baths? Or does that give you wrinkly old person skin permanently? 

AF: I do prefer to stay out of the water. Particularly since seeing that 20/20 episode about the little fish that the Chinese use to eat dead skin on people’s feet. I suppose it’s the same response people had to the movie Jaws in the 70s.

WLP: How is Feral Inc. going? Is it still going? Should we start a charity?

AF: I’m always happy to accept charity, my bar tab is usually quite extensive. But the business is still up and running. We’re in the entertainment industry now, as you might have guessed.

KV: Considering your bad luck with donut boxes and the nasty consequences of eating a donut as a zombie…do you still splurge in the bakery goodness on occasion? Just asking… some things are worth it.

AF: That’s Wendy’s schtick. Sure. I still think about food. All the time, but donuts are strictly off limits. Now…donut shop customers, that’s another story.

WLP: What kind of human tastes the best?

AF: The one’s that make it into my mouth. Mmm. (wait that sounded dirty) ::shrugs::

KV: In Happy Hour of the Damned it seemed that pre-zombie you were more of a loner, why do you think becoming a zombie changed that and drove you to create your own supernatural A-Team?

AF: That’s tricky. Because it’s true, I was very much focused on my work and my social life was very…limited.  But there was something…whether it was that I was so lost and clueless initially or that I’d lost my precious control and actually needed others to help me through for the first time, it’s hard to say. But it’s funny how that happened, huh?

WLP: What do you think of Mark Henry’s Save Amanda campaign?

AF: He can do whatever he likes. I’ll continue to live my life whatever happens to the books. If it all goes tits up, I might put him out of his misery. That’s probably for the best, even with all the fat and gristle.

KV: How is it writing with Mark Henry? If he suddenly keeled over and died…. is there another author you would want to write your memoirs?

AF: No. Not a chance.

KV: To say that you have a potty mouth is an understatement….. what is your favorite curse word?

AF: Cunt. No, just kidding. I love saying that one, because it gets people going and I love to do that more than anything but, really, I’ve got to go with the old standby: FUCK.

WLP: Thanks Amanda for more than likely causing irreparable damage to our readers, I wouldn’t have had it any other way! And thanks to Tiffany aka KindleVixen for joining me on this joint interview, we have to tag team people more often!

Don’t forget to go out and buy copies of ALL of Mark Henry’s books, because you all need to help us save Amanda. If I don’t get a 4th Amanda book…I may be forced to go nutty bitch on you all. Seriously, I am not playing around. Don’t make me loose Amanda!!!! Look, I’ll even provide the links for you to go buy them, see how nice I am?

Happy Hour of the Damned
Road Trip of the Living Dead
Battle of the Network Zombies (Amanda Feral, Book 3)

• Paperback: 288 pages
• List Price: $15.00 US/$17.95 CDN
• Publisher:Kensington; Original edition (February 23, 2010 US/ March 2, 2010 CAN)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0758225261
• ISBN-13: 978-0758225269

In Seattle’s undead circles, Amanda Feral is one of the beautiful zombies. Of course, when you’re socializing with werewolves, devils, and rampaging yetis, there’s not that much competition. Still, Amanda has a stylish rep to maintain, which is getting tricky now that her tanking ad agency is obliterating her finances. The fastest way to make some cash: appear on a new reality show, American Minions, hosted by lecherous wood nymph Johnny Birch. Classy? Maybe not, but a girl’s gotta eat.

With zombie gal pal Wendy posing as her bitchy agent, Amanda settles in to “Minions Mansion,” crowded with 24-7 video cameras and undead fame whores. When Johnny is found incinerated in a locked room, Amanda decides to channel her inner Miss Marple (minus the fugly cardigans) and find out who’s responsible. Was it Hairy Sue, the white trash stripper yeti? Tanesha, the glamorous trannie werewolf? Angie, the Filipino vampire with a detachable head? Unveiling the culprit in a heart-stopping finale won’t just save the show from cancellation, it might just keep Amanda alive—or as close as a ghoul can get…

First, I  must lay out some cautions:

1. If this is your first Amanda Feral book, kindly stop right here. Go back & pick up Happy Hour of the Damned which is coming out February 2nd in mass market paperback for those of you who are all anti-trade paperback.
2. If, after reading the back blurb for Happy Hour of the Damned & you’ve still not clued in that Amanda is a Zombie which requires her jaw to unhinge whilst she eats a tasty snack of rapist, while dressed in the designer of the moment…you may want to walk away (and be labeled a wimp by yours truly)
3. If you can’t take the heat, seriously don’t even bother. Zombies aren’t “pretty”, they don’t sparkle…they decay.
4. If you don’t know what a Fleshlight is, again step away from the book. It may harm your delicate sensibilities.

Consider yourself properly warned. I don’t want to hear that you were shocked or appalled when Amanda went all Zombie Bitch and ate someone, which made you loose your lunch. Nope, don’t want to hear it.

Sorry, some of Amanda’s snark has apparently seeped into my veins.

In the deliciously vulgar third book in the Amanda Feral series, we see how far Miss Feral’s finances have taken a dive. Her car is repossessed, there’s all sorts of firings/layoff’s going on at Feral Inc. What’s a zombie to do when she gets offered the chance to judge a new reality show? Amanda judges for free people, why not get paid?! When Wood Nymph Johnny Birch is found murdered closely followed by the murders of two of the house guests, Amanda goes all Magnum PI, better dressed mind you and figures out who killed who. The house guests are some of the most out there supernaturals, from a transvestite werewolf (excuse me, WULF) to a very very scary white trash stripper by the name of Hairy Sue. You’ll be snorting loudly when you pick up this book, it’s full of oddities and the best one liners out there.

Mark Henry had me rolling with lines like: “All guys want a little finger action” (Do they really Mark?) to“I’m going to swear off men & buy a Fleshlight”.There’s even a mention about a certain female PR author and her ability to Smolder, let me tell you the woman can smolder like no other. But I won’t ruin it and tell you who she is, you gotta figure that out all by yourself. Anyone who can throw out the word poon in a sentence is my kinda people and Mark Henry does not disappoint.

This is some of Mark Henry’s best writing, it’s fast paced with Amanda’s trademark snark all included in hysterically funny footnotes. Never mind the “reality” supernatural tv show guide which was an excellent addition to the book, to bad they don’t really exist! I’d be all over that!

Battle of the Network Zombies not only saves Amanda Feral, but it makes you wish you had your very own zombie best-friend!

My Rating: 5/5 (run to the bookstore & grab this when it comes out…that is unless you are a wimp with delicate sensibilities)

Visit Mark Henry on his Website

Buy Battle of the Network Zombies on February 23, 2010 US/ March 2, 2010 CAN at:

Chapters/Indigo

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

WLP: Welcome to Writings of a Wicked Book Addict, Mark. Great to have you here!

MH: Thanks! Glad to be here!

WLP: Since this is that oh so special season, what has been the worst gift you’ve ever received?

MH: Once, at a work party–one of those where you steal gifts from each other and inevitably end up with crap you try to ditch in the host’s trash before you leave–I received an old-fashioned enema bag, hose, nozzle, the whole shebang. It did make an interesting beer bong, though, but that’s another story entirely.

WLP: What about the best gift you’ve ever given?

MH: My wife and I hired a commercial photographer for our wedding because we wanted everything to look candid, yet posed. Think magazine ads—and we were really happy with the result. but then, they just sat in a box for ten years. Sure, some made the album (also in a box) and one is in a frame, but other than that nada. So for our 10-year anniversary, I got two shadow-boxes and made these really cool combinations of the sepia tone shots with pearl stick pins and grosgrain. Trés Martha Stewart and shit. She loved it.

WLP: What do you think is the WORST Christmas song ever recorded?

MH: That would have to be Christmas Conga by Cyndi Lauper. Normally fun, vivacious and daring, Cyndi is completely uninspired with this holiday abortion, she even sounds bored singing it, but not half as bored you’ll be if you pick up this piece of crap.

WLP: Do you have any holiday traditions?

MH: Yep. Every year we drag our roach butts to Midnight Mass with the rest of the sinners and pray that we’re not dragged straight to hell from the pews, then we head home and revert to the gluttonous heathens we are, gorging ourselves on prime rib, excessive gifts (with more wrapping than a Japanese grocery store) and, of course, kinky sex, and by “kinky sex” I mean holding our over stuffed guts and groaning (so if you’re into that then take the image to the toilet with you and have at it).  But seriously, I love the holidays and we tend to do it up.

WLP: Moving on to your books, you have two books coming out in 2010, Battle of the Network Zombies & the mass-market paperback reissue of Happy Hour of the Damned. Can you tell us about them?

MH: Well, if I’m talking about the books in general, they’ve been called urban fantasy, but they’re really urban fantasy’s sick and wrong bitchy cousins.  Battle of the Network Zombies is the third book in the Amanda Feral zombie comedy series. In this one, Amanda continues to battle her conscience (she likes to think she has one), hits the skids and must take a miserable role in a reality show (American Minions, which was the working title of the book).  This one is, at least, 50% dirtier than the last two, possibly 75% more. Okay, I’m lying, it’s 200% more filthy than either Happy Hour of the Damned or Road Trip of the Living Dead.

Speaking of, Happy Hour of the Damned, it’s being reissued in mass market paperback at the end of January (so it’s technically a February release).  I’m hoping it takes off in that format, because otherwise…thwack! Yep folks, that’s the sound of the axe coming down, and not the panty-dropping result of Axe Body Spray, as I’d much prefer.  So go out and buy! Hit my website for instructions on how to get the books personalized to increase your zombie smut pleasure!

WLP: I’ve read that you are writing a YA set in the same world as Amanda, how’s that coming along? Any idea when that will be out?

MH: Actually, the world is completely different.  YA and Amanda’s world REALLY don’t go together, the vulgarity and irreverent humor are a bit too much. Also, it’s not a novel that’s been sold, though I have a short story in a YA anthology coming out soon that’s set in the same world. Under a pen name. It seems that the third Amanda book, how shall I say, stretches the limits of good taste to the point that my adult fantasy writing persona, would not be welcome in the YA world. Muhahaha!

WLP: I’ve also read that you are writing Erotica? Can you share anything about that?

MH: That is so undercover, I’m not going to say a thing. Shhhh.

WLP: What’s up with the tweeting of movies? You must enlighten my readers about Monsturd!

MH: LOL. Monsturd was this crazy—and I mean crazy—flick about a monster turd. I’m addicted to Twitter anyway, and occasionally, when things like Monsturd fall into my lap (or out of the back of my pants), I’m compelled to microblog the shit out of it. All in good fun, of course.

WLP: What do you think is your biggest vice?

MH: Food. No question. It’s my crutch, my stress relief. I used to smoke a pack a day and quit four years ago, cold turkey. Unfortunately, I can’t do the same with food. So my weight fluctuates, I have to exercise, diet and inevitably I falter and overeat, which begins the cycle again. Ugh.

WLP: Favorite book of 2009?

MH: Definitely Boneshaker by Cherie Priest. Zombies, steampunk and a really compelling heroine.  Everyone should pick this book up, immediately. I mean. Right. Now. Some other stuff I’ve loved: When You Are Engulfed By Flames by David Sedaris, hilarious personal essayist and New Yorker regular, Red Headed Stepchild by Jaye Wells and Tempest Rising by Nicole Peeler (love both of these ladies in person and am so relieved to say that I can hear their voices with such clarity in their work).

WLP: Yesterday, Dakota Cassidy had the chance to ask YOU a question: Darling Mark, do you think I’m prettier than Jaye Wells and Nicole Peeler? Love, Dakota J

MH: Oh Dakota, you don’t need anyone to tell you you’re pretty, self-esteem comes from within. It makes my heart hurt for you that you have to ask. Sigh.

WLP: Tomorrows guest is Nicole Peeler. It’s your turn to ask Nicole ANYTHING and she has to answer!

MH: You often wear fascinators in your luscious red hair, now, if they made fancy fabulous fascinators for the snootch, what would yours look like?

WLP: Thanks for stopping by Mark, this has to be one of my most memorable interviews to date!

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Seattle. One minute you’re drinking a vanilla breve, the next, some creepy old dude is breathing on you, turning you into a zombie. And that’s just for starters.

Now, the recently deceased Amanda Feral is trying to make her way through Seattle’s undead scene with style (mortuary-grade makeup, six-inch stilettos, Balenciaga handbag on sale) while satisfying her craving for human flesh [Don’t judge. And no, not like chicken.) and decent vodkatinis.

Making her way through a dangerous world of cloud-doped bloodsuckers, reapers,horny and horned devils, werewolves, celebrities, and PR-obsessed shapeshiftersnot to mention an extremely hot bartender named Ricardo-isn’t easy.

 

And the minute one of Amanda’s undead friends disappears after texting the word, “help” (The undead-so dramatic!) she knows the afterlife is about to get really ugly. Something sinister is at hand. Someone or something is hell bent on turning Seattle’s undead underworld into a place of true terror. And this time, Amanda may meet a fate a lot worse than death…

If you haven’t read Mark Henry’s Amanda Feral series, you are seriously missing out. In one of the most hilarious series I have read to date, we meet Amanda who is a recently turned Zombie. Some funky old man breathed on her which turned her into a flesh craver. From a first person perspective, we follow Amanda as she breaks into the morgue to get make-up (who says a zombie can’t be glam) and while she tries to find a friend who disappears after texting the word “Help” to Amanda’s cell.

The cast of characters, utterly hilarious. Gil, the gay Vampire to Wendy the zombie skank. As are the footnotes, yes I totally said footnotes. Recipes for Flirtini’s to Amanda inner monolouge. Amanda is a bitch and she admits it, in many a footnote.

While there’s plenty of vampires & were books out there, zombies are often over-looked. After reading Happy Hour of the Damned, I haven’t the slightest idea why. Mark’s writing is pee your pants funny, snot bubbles and all. Be prepared to be laughing one minute and totally grossed out the next! 

If you like your humor dark and extreme, with exploding bowels to munching on ears like potato chips, this is totally the book for you. Nevermind, Starbucks is centre in a plot to take over the world. Which I myself say, constantly anyways. Though a little gross at times (after all even the glamest of zombies can’t be hot all the time), Happy Hour of the Damned is a zombie version of Sex & The City, only funnier and better written.

Rating 4.5/5

Visit Mark at his Website 

Mark will also be here for an interview as part of my 13 Wicked Days of Christmas!

Buy Happy Hour of the Damned at:

Chapters/Indigo

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

You can also order a signed personalized copy of any of Mark’s books here just make sure to ask in the comments part of your email.

In Seattle’s undead circles, Amanda Feral is one of the beautiful zombies. Of course, when you’re socializing with werewolves, devils, and rampaging yetis, there’s not that much competition. Still, Amanda has a stylish rep to maintain, which is getting tricky now that her tanking ad agency is obliterating her finances. The fastest way to make some cash: appear on a new reality show, American Minions, hosted by lecherous wood nymph Johnny Birch. Classy? Maybe not, but a girl’s gotta eat.

With zombie gal pal Wendy posing as her bitchy agent, Amanda settles in to “Minions Mansion,” crowded with 24-7 video cameras and undead fame whores. When Johnny is found incinerated in a locked room, Amanda decides to channel her inner Miss Marple (minus the fugly cardigans) and find out who’s responsible. Was it Hairy Sue, the white trash stripper yeti? Tanesha, the glamorous trannie werewolf? Angie, the Filipino vampire with a detachable head? Unveiling the culprit in a heart-stopping finale won’t just save the show from cancellation, it might just keep Amanda alive—or as close as a ghoul can get…

Release Date: March 2010

Chloe Neill has agreed to guest blog with me during the week of October 19th. Chloe’s latest book, Friday Night Bites comes out October 6th, 2009.

Ten months after vampires revealed their existence to the mortals of Chicago, they’re enjoying a celebrity status usually reserved for the Hollywood elite. But should people learn about the Raves-mass feeding parties where vampires round up humans like cattle-the citizens will start sharpening their stakes.
So now it’s up to the new vampire Merit to reconnect with her upper class family and act as liaison between humans and bloodsuckers, and keep the more unsavory aspects of the vampire lifestyle out of the media. But someone doesn’t want peace between them-someone with an ancient grudge…

My fellow animal lover, Jenna Maclaine will be here guest blogging on Halloween!

Jenna’s new book, Bound by Sin comes out December 29, 2009. And I am eagerly awaiting it, Jenna is the only historical paranormal romance writer I’ve read and loved.

As the Civil War rages among mortal men, Cin Craven is locked in an epic battle of her own—fighting the renegade vampires whose unquenchable appetites she knows all too well. At her side are the immortal warriors of The Righteous- among them her husband, her lover, her soul-mate Michael. With a passion bordering on possession, Cin’s love for Michael knows no bounds. But when a ruthless plantation owner kidnaps Cin’s cousin the most terrifying battle of all awaits. Cin is drawn to the irresistible lure of dark magic to stop their enemies, while Michael staunchly opposes it- putting their love and loyalty to the ultimate test.

Mark Henry confirmed with me a few days ago via Facebook, his 3rd book: Battle of the Network Zombies comes out February 23, 2010. If you haven’t read Mark’s series about zombie Amanda Feral, seriously get your booty’s to the bookstore. They are absolutely hysterical.

I just heard about the sequel to Bram Stoker’s Dracula today, Dracula: The Un-Dead written by Bram’s Great Grandnephew Dacre Stoker & Screenwriter Ian Holt due for release October 13, 2009. Weirdly enough, I haven’t read Dracula so I rushed out today to grab a copy in anticipation for Dracula: The Un-Dead which takes place 25 years after the events in Dracula. Check out the website for Dracula: The Un-Dead and watch the trailer for the book below.

And a Thank You goes to Author, Marta Acosta for mentioning my blog on her blog! Marta has a great series Casa Dracula, check those books out if you want a different take on Vampires.