My thoughts on the cover...
I must admit that for a vampire story I am surprised the author and graphic artist didn't focus on a red blood thirsty theme? Instead they have chosen one of the best shades of blue - I love the colour and as a result, I find myself more intrigued by this vampire story than others. Where are the fangs? The dripping blood? The colourless victim in a lifeless swoon? The bite marks? Instead we have lots of little visual clues that hint at the story's direction; A Hollywood Sign, A Vampire Bat, A Press Card, A Semi Shady Kind of Sexy Looking Man with a Piercing Gaze... it all says YES to me. (Lol "I'll have what she's having")
Could it be that this story will be different from your traditional Draculaic tale? It absolutely has to be! Check out the tag line "Private Diary of a Gossip Vampire", there are a few factors in this that I believe to be absolute genius!
- Mike Walker the author, an actual reknowned gossip columnist appears to be having a laugh at himself, whilst giving a nod to the oft used comparisons between blood suckers and the back-fence busy bodies that comprise the Hollywood rumour mill (Aussie perspective);
- There is an obvious oxymoron in the terms Private and Gossip;
- Not to mention the blatant pun... A private diary of a gossip columnist is surely going to resemble a closet loaded with skeletons.
I think this is going to be a cracker yarn, lots of fun and perhaps a not so serious take on the tell all tattle-tale trade.
I can't wait to get my hands on a copy!
National Revealer’s Clark Kelly carved out his killer career as Hollywood’s most-feared gossip columnist by exploiting mankind’s most ancient vulnerability:
“Everyone’s got a secret . . . and someone’s dying to tell it!”
Clark never reveals his to-die-for secret!
Dude’s a vampire!
CUE SCARY MUSIC . . . our undead gossip guru flies the night skies to spy on Hollywood’s hottest stars—then inks about their bedroom kinks! Imagine our studly, urbane journalist jotting notes as he hovers outside Scarlett Johansson’s bedroom window, or peeks into Tom Cruise’s “bachelor pad.”
Star secrets . . .?
This vampire BITES!
And what’s sexier than vampires, ladies? Just ask smokin’ hot starlet/tabloid terror TayLo Logan—this Wild Child gets crazy with bad boy Clark because his bite makes her blood boil!
Then it’s LIGHTS . . . CAMERA . . . ACTION! . . . but not in a good way: Vampire Boy and Tabloid Train Wreck TayLo unwittingly end up stars of a sizzling sex tape—destined for worldwide display on the notorious vampire fan sex site, FANGBANGING.COM.
Still, the duo’s beyond-the-grave love story simmers away as Clark rips the lid off a murder cover-up—then discovers a murderous plot against TayLo!
DANGER! Can Clark stop a stalker who wants to drain his lover dry? Or wreak revenge on Tinseltown billion-heiress Roma Kane for her poisonous plot to paralyze TayLo—and her career? Can he foil a murder cabal so evil it feeds stars’ pets to coyotes?
AND THEN . . . talk about the plot thickening! Roma’s billionaire granddaddy, mogul Montague Kane, taking a breather from the nymphet “nannies” paid to play his naughty high-chair games, springs a backstab surprise—buying out Clark’s beloved National Revealer.
Suddenly, “deadline” takes on a whole new meaning
Triggered by vengeful fury, Clark goes “rogue vampire!”
Evil is punished . . . and the sun shines once more when he creates a Hollywood happy ending that makes everyone (undeads included) a STAR!
Hold the front page! Because Clark Kelly’s . . .
Out For Blood!
She recoiled, screamed again as my hand snaked over her shoulder from behind, clamping her mouth, muzzling the shriek. My fangs grazed her neck delicately, barely piercing the skin.
My hot breath soothing in her ear as I whispered, “Just a tiny sting, baby . . . easy now! Okay, all done . . . just relax.”
Her eyes popped in a terrified stare. Suddenly, I was standing face-to-face with her again. She shuddered, swayed. I steadied her.
“Jesus! How did you . . .”
Her eyes focused, watching my tongue flick hypnotically back and forth across my teeth as I tested her blood. I sighed.
No question: Positive.
She flinched as I touched the tiny pinpricks I’d left on her neck, then showed her the crimson droplets on my fingertips. “Blood never lies, my sweet. You have tooted primo sniffy in the past hour. Not a lot, to be sure, but it’s a fresh trace. La Coca.”
Dubbed “a one-man media conglomerate” by New Yorker magazine, Mike Walker became Tokyo’s youngest-ever foreign correspondent.
After launching his iconic gossip column, The National Enquirer's #1 feature, and his show on CBS radio nationwide, Walker became weekly co-anchor on TV's Geraldo and guested on such top shows like Nightline. After writing and hosting two successful MGM-TV specials, he created the daily series, National Enquirer TV!
Mike became the only reporter ever to write two bestsellers on one story when his books on the O.J. Simpson trial hit #1 and #5 on the New York Times Bestseller List.
Dubbed “The King of Gossip” by Publisher’s Weekly, he played his weekly “Gossip Game” on The Howard Stern Show for a record 16 years.
He’s lectured at distinguished journalism schools at Columbia University and UC Berkeley; and received a prestigious invitation to become a Fellow of Ireland's legendary Trinity College, Dublin.