Thursday, November 10, 2011

Guest: Michael Lee

VampChix welcomes Michael J. Lee, author of FROM RUSSIA WITH BLOOD, a new vampire adventure story you'll want to check out.  Bite Club reviewed his fabulous MY FRANKENSTEIN (have you read it? Read it!), so it's awesome to have him back here with us today.  Michael has a copy of FROM RUSSIA WITH BLOOD (in the form of a Smashwords coupon) for one lucky commenter!

First let me say thank you to Michele Hauf and the great people here at VampChix. You guys rock! Thanks for having me here to talk about my latest From Russia with Blood.

This is my first vampire novel though not the first time I’ve tackled writing a vampire character. Years ago I made it to the semi finals of the Austin Film Festival teleplay competition with a Buffy the Vampire Slayer spec script. In that one Spike had a pretty memorable role. The antagonists were all vampires. I made them vampire doctors working at a hospital. Even then I was looking for new venues for vampires. It was fun writing these powerful characters.

When I approach vampires as characters that’s the first thing I think of, power. Of course they’re strong and fast but most importantly these characters have power over mankind’s greatest fear; death. They do not die as long as they keep drinking blood. Even if immortality was their only ability that gives them incredible power compared to us mortals. Would you want to cross someone who never aged? All he needs to be is patient and wait until you’re old and feeble.

Of course drinking blood gives them their other defining characteristic. They look like us but they aren’t us. Even when you get around that little problem as in True Blood, the vampire remains something other than human. So you have a powerful character but he is cut off from humanity. Is he lonely, aloof, sociopathic? Maybe he can be all three.

And maybe sometimes he’s just bored. Remember that Far Side cartoon of a man sitting on cloud. He’s made to heaven. He has all eternity. What is he thinking? “I wish I’d brought a magazine.” That’s where I started with Ian Redd. I thought boredom would be a constant danger to a vampire. A vampire doesn’t need True Blood to live a quiet life. There are so many humans now that a vampire could parcel out his feeding and no one would be the wiser.

But then what do you do for fun? After a few centuries wouldn’t you crave excitement? What would you do to cure that?  In Ian’s case, that was join British Intelligence. But he gets way more than he ever anticipated from his little adventure.

Ian was a great character to create and write and I look forward to guiding him through many more adventures. I’ve already started work on the sequel, Live and Let Bleed. I’ll be sure to let you know when it’s ready!


400 year old vampire Ian Redd joined British Intelligence during the Cold War. But after the Berlin Wall came down they decided they no longer needed his services. He was retired, almost permanently. Ian escaped and has lived the quiet life in a small town until a professional hit team arrived at his doorstep. Who sent them? That’s a question that will lead Ian into the arms of a beautiful woman named Larissa Barton and into the most dangerous operation of his unlife.

Larissa Barton’s life has barely begun and it’s already gone off the tracks. She’s back in her hometown working as a barista. But things change when Ian Redd enters her life. Dark, mysterious and gorgeous, Ian is her only protection from the people and creatures who suddenly want her dead. With Ian by her side Larissa plunges into a world of magic, werewolves, vampires, spies and assassins and discovers her own secret past.

"One part James Bond, one part Dracula, and a whole lot of action and adventure. From Russia with Blood kicks ass!" - Vivi Anna, award winning author of the Valorian Chronicles



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Instantly he was right next to her. One hand gripped her shoulder and yanked her backward. His other hand held something that flashed brightly. There was a loud echoing sound.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Gunfire. He’s got a gun!
Larissa stumbled away from Ian. She saw the speeding auto tear down the center of the road. It swerved toward her as she ran.
There was a dark alley immediately behind her. She sprinted into it. It looked narrow. She didn’t think a car could follow. She hoped it couldn’t.
She was ten steps down the alley when she heard a huge crash behind her. She felt it too and half stumbled for a few steps. Larissa whipped her head around and saw the car with its hood crumpled around the corner of the alley. The headlights were flickering and the horn blared.
She slowed a little bit. The car horn stopped blaring. The driver’s side door opened with a crunch and a large man in a dark suit kicked his way out. He staggered into the mouth of the alley clutching his forehead. Larissa saw blood oozing from a cut on his scalp. Then she saw the gun in his other hand. The man raised it at her.
She stood frozen. Was this it? The moment her dreams had warned her about?
Pop! Pop! Pop!
It was the same sound as before. Sharp and loud like fireworks on the Fourth of July. The man hadn’t fired. He stumbled and then fell awkwardly to the ground. She’d never seen a dead body before but she knew that man was dead. He lay in such a twisted manner there could be no doubt.
A shadow approached the alley.
Larissa tore herself from the spot and ran.
She looked back once and saw a tall figure enter the alley. She was on the verge of recognizing him when she smacked into something large and heavy.
Two burly men had jumped out of the shadows and she had run right into their arms. She screamed with all her might as they lifted her off the ground. She kicked and flailed around.
“Is this her?” asked one man in a rough voice.
“Who cares. Shut her up!” came the answer.
A hand like sandpaper clamped down over her mouth and smothered her screams. She saw the black metal of a gun barrel. It hovered above her forehead. She bit down hard on the hand but it wouldn’t let go, even as her teeth tore through the skin.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the tall figure streaking down the alley toward them. It was Ian. He was moving faster than any man she’d ever seen. It didn’t seem real. She’d been to the Central Park Zoo once. There she’d seen a snow leopard dash across its enclosure. It moved so fast and so fluid, like lightning. That was what it was like watching Ian move. There was nothing human about it.
Her attackers dropped her. She fell on her butt as Ian collided with the two of them like a train. There was a flurry of blows. One dropped to the ground. He crumpled like the man at the mouth of the alley and Larissa knew he was dead.
She backed away from the fight. Broken glass and other bits of debris scraped and cut her hands and rear end but she barely noticed. She was too busy watching the fight. What little fight there was.
Ian seized the other man. The brute was nearly twice his size but Ian held him tight and forced him to his knees. They were standing over a sodium lamp and by its pale light she saw the fangs gleaming inside Ian’s mouth.


C.C. Jackson said...

I can't wait to read this!! One of my favorite Twitter Tweeps!!

SandyG265 said...

I love the play on the James Bond title.

Raider Ro said...

I've read this author before and I love his writing style. This one looks like a lot of fun!

Kyra said...

I love the play on the James Bond title too. It's genius. This book is definitely on my must read radar. If this one is anything like My Frankenstein I know I'm in for one heck of a good read!