This weeks Feature Friday is early! Why? Because Friday is Independence Day and a lot of people will be off blowing things up and grilling food! So we are featuring R.M. Gilmore & the Dylan Hart: Odyssey of the Occult series’ brand new covers!
WARNING: Excessive Sarcasm & Adult Language
Irreverent twenty-something and journalist , Dylan Hart, has her little black heart set to cashing-in on the blood-drained bodies of seven prostitutes scattered throughout southern California.
In an attempt to write her first best-selling novel and pay off her ever growing student debt, Dylan begins the search for the culprit of the media-dubbed Vampire Massacres, diving head first into L.A.’s sanguinary ‘vampire’ subculture.
Not your daughter’s vampire story, The Scene escorts readers into an all too real sanguinarian lifestyle and drags them through a bloody good mystery. Horrible pun intended.
Dylan and Tatum. A dynamic duo that seemed to somehow combine Cagney and Lacey, Laverne and Shirley, and Lucy and Ethel all at the same time! The descriptions of them reminded me of Jane and Stacy Drop Dead Diva, and Mike was a ringer for Owen.
What can I say about Dylan, she’s as graceful in her investigation of the Los Angeles vampire scene as a bull on roller skates in a china shop would be. And just about as messy! Half the time you want to give her a big hug and the rest of the time you want to shake her silly.
“Ex-boyfriends, dead girls, and vampires, oh my!”
Nothing is what it seems in this twisty crime drama where everyone seems like a possible suspect. Did he? Did she? Did they? Are they real? No really, are they?! OMG! And just when you think you have this wild ride figured out. You don’t! This one sure got me as I did not see that ending coming! And I still have so many questions. Like, what’s with that door?! So happy the next book is already out because I need to go read it.
The bitch is back in this second installment of the Dylan Hart Odyssey of the Occult series. The graciously irreverent Dylan Hart, is at it again this time from down in New Orleans. In an unfamiliar city, surrounded by ‘vampire’ elite, Dylan finds herself entangled in the underground world of blood and lust.
– Or is that bloodlust? –
Dylan is forced to sift through fact and fiction when she encounters a new, and much more frightening, villain. Voodoo. Who do?
While I didn’t enjoy this outing of Dylan Hart as much as I did The Scene, It was still a hilarious and creeptastic read! Imagine a mashup of Serpent and the Rainbow with Miss Congeniality and you’ll be in a good starting point for this romp through the Big Easy!
Dylan dazzles the sanguinarian elite with her grace and charm.. oh who am I kidding? She plows through that town with her self-deprecating wit, a bad attitude, and just a little bit of hope that she can salvage something useful from her time in New Orleans. This book was hilarious, occasionally heartfelt, and a great setup for book 3. Make sure you’ve got it ready though because you’ll want to start it right away after this ending!
Dylan has found herself in quite the conundrum. Locked in her apartment with an unknown voodoo beastie hot on her tail. She’s tits deep in death and it’s knocking down her door. Literally.
Endless Night left you with your heart pounding and your stomach in your butt. Sacrifice will flip you upside down and take you on a ride that will leave your knees quivering and your head lying on the floor…literally.
Why did you decide to become a writer?
Because I wasn’t good at anything else…except drinking. Just worked well.
Who/what are your writing inspirations?
I want more than anything to be remembered for creating envelope pushers. I want to change a readers way of viewing things in a completely ass backward manner.
What are your favorite genres to read?
Mystery/suspense. I hate, hate…loath romance and erotica. I won’t write it and I’ll do my best not to read it.
Favorite writing food / snack?
Gum and diet Coke. I can’t do much without those two things.
What do you hope readers take away most from your writing?
The world is a laughingstock, we might as well get a chuckle out of this life thing while we’re able to do it. Otherwise, it sort of seems like a wasted punchline.
Who’s the favorite character of yours that you’ve written and why?
I love writing Dylan, she feels like a close friend and when I’m away from her I feel withdrawals. But all time favorite has to be Nana, Lynnie Russell series. She’s taken almost completely from my own Nana who I lost in 2005. I miss her every moment of everyday and she is the first person I want to share this writing world with. When I got to write Nana I felt like she was with me, like I could be with her, even for just a little bit.
What is your writing style? Outliner/Planner or Seat of the Pantser?
Pantser. 100%. I have a plot/story line in my head, but it’s mostly a basic idea. Generally I only know where I need to end up, how I get there is mostly luck and alcohol fueled.
If someone wanted to become a writer, what tips would you give to them?
Make friends. Make good friends and don’t screw them…over. Don’t screw them either, but that’s a totally different set of issues. This literary world is a ferocious beast and you never know when she’ll rear back and bite you in the ass. Friends in this game are more important than people give them credit for and being a good friend is seemingly lost in the hustle.
Have you ever purchased something from a late-night infomercial? If so, what?
Insanity. I died.
If you could collaborate with any other author(living, dead, or undead) who would that be and why?
Currently I am in cahoots with Nicki Scalise on a crossover of the Dylan Hart series and her RIP series with Olivia Brennan. I’m very excited about the idea of putting the two girls together for a novella and seeing what they can get into. Otherwise, I would lay down a limb to work with Dr. Seuss. There’s something about his random madness and chaotic rhymes that hold weight even the wordiest classics can’t compare.
If you weren’t a writer, what would you do?
Coke, Pepsi, or?
Coke, diet Coke in fact. An absolute addiction.
What’s one thing people should know and/or don’t know about you?
Despite what the masses assume, I’m not that much of an asshole. And even if I were, I don’t really give a shit about the opinion of the masses.
Is there a character that has the most “You” in them? Or the opposite of you?
Dylan Hart is me, not me right now I guess, but all the mes that ever were rolled into one ball of fat ass sarcasm and hair.
If we lived in a Fahrenheit 451 culture, which book would you want to memorize?
Oh, the place you’ll go by Dr. Seuss.
Today is your day. You’re off to Great Places! You’re off and away! You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets. Look ’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street. And you may not find any you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. It’s opener there in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.
OH! The places you’ll go!
You’ll be on your way up! You’ll be seeing great sights! You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be the best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t. Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go, or a bus to come, or a plane to go, or the mail to come, or the rain to go, or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No, or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite, or waiting for wind to fly a kite, or waiting around for Friday night, or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break, or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants, or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
NO! That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing.
With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t.
I’m afraid that sometimes you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ’cause you’ll play against you.
All Alone! Whether you like it or not, alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.
And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak.
On and on you will hike and I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.
You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So…get on your way!
**All copyright and honor given to Dr. Seuss. Please, go grab a copy of this book for yourself. Learn it. Live it.**