Friday, June 23, 2017

About My Written Works

It's so ironical but all of the work that is published is dark. There's a 4-novel vampire series, book 1 of another vampire series and a horror novel about a circus as well as the darkest work about Countess Bathory. There is also my collected horror stories. All my books are published by Creativia.  The irony is, I wrote these works during the happiest time of my life!

Truthfully, my life has been no picnic. Childhood was great but for about twenty five years after it, it was pretty awful. Traumatic actually. That's probably where the horror comes from. Those years tore into my soul and left a presence. Just the way it is. That presence is what I tapped into when I was married and wrote all that work.

In yesterday's post, I sought to update everyone on something that just took off. It's running on its own legs and has to come out, working day and night on it.

So that's it for now. But please remember, horror fans, I have a lot of work out and am writing more shorts for a horror ezine I like. So working almost constantly which is great. It's better than the abyss I was in for the past 21 months!

I have written about hell, but now I really know what it feels like. I'm still clawing my way back sometimes but I'm just about out of it.

The best thing for me I realize, is to stay busy so I am.

If you like dark horror, please check out my Amazon Author page:


Thursday, June 22, 2017

Something New

Losing a spouse is a life-changing event. It has affected me. It's caused my writing to reflect the change. I am working on something very special to me, something that I feel like nothing else I have written.

I'm reading novel after novel now that I am just starting to feel myself again. Myself, I should say, but different because I am and will remain different.

My heart yearns for the love I lost but I know a way through writing to feel some of that sort of love again.

For those of you who have suffered a profound loss, whether it is spousal, loss of parent or, the worst, loss of a child, you know what I mean.

The best quote on the subject, in my opinion:

“If you have ever lost a loved one, then you know exactly how it feels. And if you have not, then you cannot possibly imagine it.”
A Series of Unfortunate Events
~Lemony Snicket: A Bad Beginning 

I have had enough time to understand the nature of the profound change in me and the reflection in my writing. 

I'm enjoying the change despite the great emotion which is difficult. The darkness in my writing is replaced by something else--something even I can't really define, though I'll try. Perhaps it's grief with hope and a little magic. Because magic can open worlds up and there's no telling what can happen! 

Saturday, June 17, 2017

The Nightmare Begins in Book One!

The nightmare began long ago in Rose's childhood. The sin that started then eventually brought her to Blackstone House and the vampires...

"It all started shortly before I fell asleep. I heard the sound of carriages and people chattering and I went to the window to see. It was hard to see much as the carriages were probably near the front door.

I could have waited to see them as they rode down the drive to head back from whence they came, but truly I was far too tired to bother and went back to bed.

I fell asleep then and didn’t wake until I heard shouts and raucous laughter. 

I will admit to being nosey, for I returned to the window. A light shone upon the moors, bright enough for me to see figures emerge from the shadows. I saw the figure of a naked girl rush out giggling…with a man in pursuit. At first I thought they were going to kiss but then he moved toward her neck—and she cried out, not in pain but in pleasure. He then laid her down upon the ground, kneeling too but not in an intimate way—for he was bent over her neck.

Not more than a moment later a swarm of hooded figures appeared, but they were not walking! They flew like a flock of birds, gracefully, gliding up and down, before landing upon the girl. They covered her completely—moving back and forth upon her like a great black wave.

If that was fearful I wasn’t prepared for the next sight, that of a cloaked figure leading a goat onto the moors.

A circle formed around the goat and chanting began, chanting that grew wilder. And then all of a sudden, the goat turned into a man! I could not see his face, but I did see he was unclothed.

Mrs. Darton appeared then. She seemed to glance up toward the house. I knew she couldn’t see me; besides, she looked past my window toward Louis’ window.

They all began to move then in the direction of the altar stone the children had shown me.

It grew quiet after that but then I heard a blood curdling scream and I saw someone rush out, pursued by two others. It looked like a young girl, but she was caught and pulled back. I must have fainted then.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious but I woke to find myself in my bed. Dora was sitting in a chair. “Mr. Darton sent me Miss because you were screaming.”

“Screaming? Was I?”

“Yes Miss, having a nightmare I expect.”

Could I have dreamt it all? I didn’t think so. “But I saw something, Dora.”
“What did you see, Miss?”

Her voice wavered and I thought she was getting ready to lie but I went on. “I saw something strange on the moors.”

She began to fidget with her hands just then. “What exactly did you see?”

I told her. She shook her head. “They have some people over but they haven’t been out to the moors, at least I don’t think so.”

“There’s something out there Dora, I’m not stupid or insane. I’ve seen a lot of activity out there. Does it have something to do with Mr. Darton’s club or whatever it is?”

She yawned then and stood up. “I am tired now, Miss and as you seem well enough I shall take my leave of you.”

I was too annoyed to say anything. I just watched her slip out and close the door.

No one was going to make me feel unsure of myself anymore; I was going to be stronger than that. I was determined to find out for myself what had happened, for something had.

And so I stole out to the moors in the direction of the altar stone. I stood there for some moments wondering where they had all gone, but then I noticed what looked like a tunnel. I could hear laughter and talking--screams and other sounds too, coming from somewhere deep inside. I decided to see what was happening.

It was dark but there were candles about. I continued on toward the sound. People moved about somewhere close by, sending flickering shadows along the walls ahead of me.

Creeping along a little more I saw chambers—enclosed areas filled with cushions and people… people doing things to one another.

I didn’t realize what they were doing at first but then I did, and I nearly cried out. Handsomely dressed men and women lay prostrate on the makeshift beds, offering their necks, their arms, their bodies, so that their mates – black-clothed figures – could bite into their flesh and drink their blood!

I watched in horror while the victims moaned with ecstasy while the predators licked the flowing blood from their skin. They loved it so much, they called out for the most indecent things to be done to them.

Then the clothing was discarded and men and women in all sorts of combinations began to pleasure one another.

Meanwhile they continued to feast on one another, and those they feasted on were screaming their delight!

I turned to run, but someone grabbed me. I managed to break free, and started to run as fast as I could.

I did finally emerge back onto the moors, only to be grabbed again and pushed to the ground. A girl held me down, a girl I recognized, a girl whose chin was caked in blood.

She was Imogene, the nasty one from the club. She reached for me and bent over me. “I will show you pleasure, I will show you worlds you cannot imagine!”

“No! No!” I cried, somehow managing to break away from her. I ran again as fast as I could. She chased after me but suddenly stopped to sniff the air. She then fell upon the ground.

At first I didn’t realize what she was doing, I only understood when she looked up and smiled. “Virgin blood, sweet to the taste!”

I don’t remember screaming. All I know is I was soon surrounded by a sea of anxious faces..."


  “The figure of the gothic child was there. Stoker's horror was there. Along with the romance! At the heart of her writing one stumbles upon a genuine search for that darkness we lost with the loss of Stoker."
DR. MARGARITA GEORGIEVA ~ Gothic Readings in The Dark

Top 10 Books - 2013
Aoife Marie Sheridan - ALL THINGS FANTASY
Publisher, Ultimate Fantasy Books

"92 Horror authors you need to read right now"
Carole Gill -- the Blackstone Vampires series
~Charlotte Books - EXAMINER

I for one found this gloriously gothic, refreshingly brutal, honestly horrific and a great read.
~Taliesin Meets the Vampires 

eFestival of Words 2014: Best Villain, Eco/ Best Horror, The House on Blackstone Moor

99 cents now thru 6/21


Saturday, June 3, 2017

A Real Monster and Mass Murderer!


Erzsebet Bathory lived, she was a real sexual sadist and mass murderer. When you have absolute power in a backward country which 16th Century Hungary was, you can do whatever you want. When you actually believe that blood is the exlixir of youth, you will, whenever you like, bathe in human blood.

I wrote the book after having read several non-fiction books about Bathory. But when I read a novel which watered down her murderous insanity, I began writing this book.

She had lunatic acolytes that were only too happy to help with her torture and murder. They all perished, she didn't--despite the law wanting to try her and the king wanting them to! Her standing was such that she was never tried, but she was at least walled off and unable to resume her vicious ways.

Her name could not be spoken for a century after her death.

When I was thinking about how to write about this monster, I thought what if she became immortal? What then? I show that in my book. She does become immortal and she goes on and on...
There is a point made which I think is pretty ironic and frankly I can see it happening. Would the world be a place in our time that would be more accomodating to someone like Bathory? Would she find she likes the future because it isn't that shocked by her? Would she become 'just another serial killer?'

From today for one week only you can purchase this semi-fictionalised account of a real human monster for 99 cents.

"5out of 5 stars HORRIFIC VAMPS & GREAT STORY!!!

I'm hooked on Carole Gill!! I prefer more details about a Vampires life, knowing they're Satan's creatures, and love that this author portrays them as they are!!! Intense read and that there's real history in her novels, makes it even more interesting!! If you're offended by language, sex, bondage, and savagery, look to the Chic lit on the paranormal!!! Carole Gill is phenomenal!!!!"

5 stars! A blood-soaked rendition of the fictional life of a real-life multiple murderer, history's 'Countess Dracula!'

4 STARS Reviewed By Lit Amri for Readers' Favorite
solid gothic horror from Gill."


99 cents thru 8 June

Monday, May 29, 2017

Free Read, 'MEMOIR'

Ever wonder about Dracula's love life? I did and was inspired to write this story which then inspired me to write The Fourth Bride (of Dracula). 


The journal beckoned him. Like the irresistible temptation of a lover’s touch, it coaxed him, teased him, lighting his passion with the promise of untold delights. He wondered if he dare read it. Why he had ever begun opening drawers, he had no idea it was impolite to the say the least but he had been too curious to resist.

“I give up.”

He was already under its spell and because he was, he dared to touch it. What a singularly beautiful thing it was. “I’ll have you.” Smiling, he ran his hand along the rich blood-red leather cover. There was no name on it, just the word in gold leaf “Memoir”.

Now, making certain that his chamber door was secure, he at last sat down. He was not rushing; it was a moment to savor. He closed his eyes and let the excitement rush over him. He found he felt thrilled in a sexual way for he hoped he would discover something which had not been intended for anyone to read but the diarist.

There was exhilaration for him sitting there, holding an object that might hold titillating secrets. Voyeur! At last he began to read.

I come from another time and place. From East of here where magic is the norm and superstition the custom. My father was a successful merchant well-known in our Province, my mother was long dead by the time he arranged a marriage for me. All was in order and I was sent for.

I was terribly afraid of life but more afraid of love. Still I was hopeful. But when I saw who my own father had chosen for me, I wept. You see he was old enough to be my father and then some and he was coarse in his ways despite being nobility. Yet this was the man I was betrothed to!

I refused. “What?He is acquainted with the Emperor! He calls him friend!How dare you refuse?”

Needless to say, the wedding took place at the appointed time, held in our city’s greatest Cathedral, there amongst the flowers and crypts we were declared husband and wife. At last it was over and the kiss I did dread was given me. 

“Not too long now, my petal.” A threat and a promise all rolled into one. His coach bore us to his home—my new home, a veritable castle of gleaming sandstone set upon lush landscaped acres, a mansion richly furnished. The servants greeted me quietly, some with pity in their eyes. “Come, bride! For we shall sup before–!”

Oh yes, before! The meaning was not lost on me. He guided me into the great hall. “Our wedding feast.” I looked to see a table brimming with dish upon dish of roasts and stews, of delicacies and rich desserts, each more opulently displayed than the other. 

He urged me to eat and drink but mainly to drink. All the while he was leering at me and saying the rudest things; his breath hot, his words offensive in the extreme. The later it got, the more frightened I felt. At last it could be put off no longer. The great clocks chimed for the dreaded hour was at hand. I was to go with my new husband to our bed chamber. “Come my dear.” How tightly he held my arm, leading me up the stairs, not saying a word only smiling in his horrible way. Several maids hurried from the room. They had unpacked my trunks. “Goodnight!” His words rang with impatience. Now for the first time I thought how like a pig he looked, fat and sweating. Why hadn’t I noticed it before? He really was a beast. “Now, it is finally time my dear!”

He lunged at me, his thick fingers pulling at my clothes, tearing the delicate fabric from my frame till at last I stood naked before him, paralyzed like a bird in the gaze of a snake. I was not surprised to find he had no regard for my virginity nor did he have any respect for my person. 

He forced himself most cruelly upon me. I must have passed out for when I woke he was dressing as I pretended to sleep, but he knew I was awake. “I know you are up, just remember. What I have done is nothing compared to what I shall do, you are my wife. And as wives are chattel and nothing more, you are just another object that I own to be used for my pleasure and entertainment!” 

I shuddered at the slam of the door and just lay there, feeling sad and tainted and broken. I wept for myself and for the hopelessness of my present situation fearing I would have to die by my own hand as I could not bear to remain with this monster. And so I fled. I ran as far as I could and when my legs would carry me no more I collapsed on the ground. The sweet moistness of the forest called to me.

“A grave is not the worst thing; it can be your sanctuary, little one, a peaceful haven from all of your pain.” I smiled for the thought was comforting. “I shall sleep now for I cannot keep awake and if I slip beyond sleep I shall not mind.” 

But I did not sleep long for I was soon awakened by the thunder of horses and the shouts of soldiers. My husband had found me. “You she devil! Do you think I will permit you to disgrace me or my fine name?” I begged for mercy, but there was none and I was taken to be slaughtered, for slaughter it was. While his men held me, he did run me through with a sword. “Die you scheming bitch, you whore!” I obliged, passing from life into death in one agonizing pain-filled moment—but I did not sleep long in that dark, lonely place for I was soon awakened by a voice commanding me to open my eyes:

“Awake thee and walk once more upon the earth, for one so young shall not be left to rot!” It was then that I beheld his face, this handsome being. The face of one I would always love—the face I would adore forever-! And so–!

The young man gasped and stopped reading for he had heard a noise and turned. There standing behind him was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen. “You have been reading my journal,” she said.

But she didn’t say it in anger and he smiled, for she was smiling too. “I hope you don’t mind me coming here. I wanted to see you before my sisters, for they are truly like sisters.”

The young man smiled sheepishly but his smile soon faded when he beheld the beauty’s own smile growing ever wider. “Your teeth!”

She shook her head. “Do not fear handsome young man, as my teeth sink into your soft flesh for I will show you worlds you cannot imagine—dreams you dare not dream, pleasure beyond any pleasure you have ever known or thought of.”

He gave himself up to her and just as her teeth began to sink into his flesh, the door did open and Dracula’s two other brides came in, floating like mist. How they smiled and giggled—for they were eager to taste his blood. Then as they all converged upon Jonathan Harker they suddenly stopped when they felt their Master’s eyes upon them.

He, Dracula was standing in the doorway! “Forgive us, please. Do not be angry,” they begged. Harker watched as Dracula admonished them. Yet even as he did, Harker saw a fearful light in the Count’s eyes, a light that bespoke sensual love and sexual pleasure beyond comprehension. And Harker knew so much in that instant for he had glimpsed another world—the world of endless night where sin and corruption live but death does not. “Come,” Dracula said. “Come and share that which can be your fate.”

But Harker did hesitate whereupon the brides turned toward him, their eyes blazing and their mouths ready to taste that which flowed through his veins—that which they coveted. But it was alright, for Harker knew and accepted his fate and at last lay back to await their touch and their teeth and the sweet pain that would soon disappear.

from 'Memoir'

copyright 2011 MEMOIR

one of the stories in:

Joshua Skye/DARK MEDIA

War surplus from the Eastern Front supplies a quaint little shop of horrors!
Orphaned child vampires
Haunted cemeteries where the dead dance,
What would Death say if he could speak?
A story of the war: evil comes to a village near you.
What if the world became Dead World?
Valhalla rejects are nasty, worst vampires ever!
Three tales of the Ripper
What are the blood-drenched secrets of The Crimson Club?
A crazed soldier and his famous father!
Zombies in therapy. Hey, why not?
Poetic justice meted out by grave angels and fate
Jonathan Harker has a night to remember!

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Paris for Justine!

Write what you know they say! Well, I was inspired to write Justine: Into the Blood when I was in Paris!

and by the way, Justine is a seamstress at the palace in the beginning. 

Take The Versailles Palace in France...add to it:

The Paris Catacombs

Mix in Georgian London and brothels with rakes, but also with:


Blend with that my love and study of history and you have Justine: Into the Blood! 

You all know how much I love history! By the way, even though my work in progress will surprise you, it's got history in it, too. But it is integral to the story. 

I believe all my work is, but perhaps the next one in the pipeline is even more so. 

As for Justine, though the story begins in Paris, it ends in England and finally on a ship bound for another place, as it is another time that this vampire is existing in. If they are immortal, their stories need to be expansive and Justine's is.

The best inspiration for a novel is whatever magic you feel and yes, it is a magical moment when suddenly you feel something special. You see it too, in your mind's eye. It's like a road with signs on it, where to go next--where to set your tale, even!

Your characters begin to step forward. They're waiting ahead for you. They might even introduce themselves to you.

"Yes, that's' right. This way."

The road becomes your setting. Countries and cities, their depiction in the past or present or future! You're the director! It's what you want. You decide.

I find history inspires me because it's a story that has already been written. I just have to wait for someone to tell me the tale! And you know what, they do!

A vampire prince and a beautiful Parisienne meet in the 18th century City of Light.
Born in pre-Revolutionary France and orphaned as a child, Justine Bodeau is taken in by a family friend who employs her as a seamstress. Eventually, she winds up to work in the court of Queen Marie Antoinette. A strong-willed survivor, defeat does not occur to her. When she fights off an attack by an aristocrat and kills him, she is given refuge but is soon betrayed and winds up on the streets of Paris, where she is attacked and killed by rogue vampires. But the Vampire Prince of Paris 

"Top of its genre!"

"Revenge, betrayal, passion, bloodshed, lust and love are just a few of the elements of this dark and spellbinding book."

"This vampire romance is rich in history, deep in blood sex and exotic locations and is very highly recommended."

"Vampires have their own allure and none more so than the female.
“An amazing historical vampire romance that must surely rank at the top of its genre.”

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Where I Was When I Wrote About Vampires and Demons!

I'm busy working on my new book. But I want to blog more. I think readers like to know about the writing process.

As I just put up a tweet about book 2 Unholy Testament - The Beginnings, in The Blackstone Vampires Series, I happened to think of where I was when I wrote one of the chapters. My darling husband made it possible because when we went away with the doggies in our caravan, I had my laptop and whatever else was needed!

I'll start here even though it's book two. I'll give you two for one today. Book 1 of course came first.
That was The House on Blackstone Moor. I remember starting that after an exhausting outing on Haworth Moor which we did after seeing the Bronte Parsonage. I've blogged about it.

Let me just say briefly about the inspiration: there is an old ruin there, some say it was the inspiration for Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights. That gave me an idea, but the main inspiration was the moor itself. It's dramatic and bleak, even on a nice day.

I pictured a house and began to fill it with inhabitants. I imagined the land haunted and the storyline followed!

This post is about Book 2, Unholy Testament - The Beginnings and where I was. Well, we were in Scotland with very good friends. It was summer and the midges were out. They're nasty little things like mosquitoes. They're not always out or troublesome, we were just lucky! But it turned out great. We drove along the northern coast and thrilled at the wild beauty of the place.

I really had to use my imagination in order to write about a mad demon confessing his sins because it was so beautiful there. But I did!

Another world opens up when you need it to. It's the world of your fiction, the fiction you are working on. Your characters dwell there and you watch them. They live and breathe, too. And if you have to wait for them to 'come alive,' you will. They do, I promise you.

Sometimes it takes awhile and it can be annoying, but then it happens. Just keep up with it. They'll let you know how and when. Your characters like and respect you, even if you are wary of them and their motives!

Remember, imagination is everything in writing. Inspiration is the spark that sets the whole thing off. Standing by a loch in Scotland can inspire me to see something in my mind: a ship sailing on open seas, staffed by vampires, overseen by a demon. See? That's how it works!

Each novel is sold singly $2.99 and all 4 are $4.99 at Amazon


Saturday, May 13, 2017


This is not your average vampire romance! It's got all the ingredients but it has more to make it what it is. It's got a sultan with an amazing secret as well as vampires in high-class London brothels.
There's history, sex and lust. Oh, and feeding too because these are vampires!

Come along with Justine, follow her into the blood and beyond! She's a heroine you'll care about, I promise you!

This is best selling at Amazon and today's the last day it is priced at 99 cents!
A vampire prince and a beautiful Parisienne meet in the 18th century City of Light.
Born in pre-Revolutionary France and orphaned as a child, Justine Bodeau is taken in by a family friend who employs her as a seamstress. Eventually, she winds up to work in the court of Queen Marie Antoinette. A strong-willed survivor, defeat does not occur to her. When she fights off an attack by an aristocrat and kills him, she is given refuge but is soon betrayed and winds up on the streets of Paris, where she is attacked and killed by rogue vampires. But for whatever reason, love will not let her die.

Justine goes from wishing to be destroyed to wanting to survive, when she feels passion for the one who brought her back, Gascoyne — the one they call the Vampire Prince of Paris.
Justine - Into The Blood is a powerful story of betrayal, passion and revenge in 18th century France and England.

#vampires #darkpnr #horror

Tuesday, May 9, 2017


Justine, having been attacked by rogue vampires in Paris, was brought to her creator's coven. Gascoyne, The Vampire Prince of Paris would not let her die. She passed into the blood and became his lover. 

There is, however, one of his vampires who has already jealously attacked Justine. Now, Justine is determined to destroy her. She is aware of the change within her. Gone is any semblance of what she was in life. For now Justine exists for blood and pleasure. Hence the name of this, my new series, Blood and Passion. 

Here is an excerpt from my most romantic novel:

"This pleased me, this way to control another and a vampire at that! Something I had never felt before coursed through me. I thought of Gascoyne and smiled. He was handsome enough; it wouldn’t be unpleasant to have sex with him. As I lay there I imagined how I would feel as I recalled the shape of his lips and his eyes. They were large and black. His skin was the color of cream—all vampires are pale, but his was tinged with something else, just a hint of tawniness. It could have been from a recent feed, I wasn’t certain.

If I had power over him I’d first have to defeat that bitch of a vampire, Carmen. I recalled all too vividly the feel of her slap, the sting of it but at least she feared me now.

I was lying in my tomb when I heard something. Someone was moving about the crypt. I heard it plainly; footsteps and the rustling of fabric. I was on my feet in a moment. I didn’t see her at first. Then I saw movement in the shadows. She must have felt my eyes upon her because she turned quickly.

I grinned when Carmen gasped and fled into another chamber. There were many I knew, though I hadn’t seen the whole of our dwelling place, I knew it to be vast—full of tunnels and passageways. Gascoyne said it had been that way from ancient times.

We both could move fast, but I outran her and was upon her in a moment. I said nothing; I only sank my teeth into the back of her neck. She fell, paralyzed. I let her lie there staring wildly, her eyes pleading. She even begged. I said nothing. Not a word passed between us. In fact there was no sound; just the noise of me sucking her dry.

I fed viciously and voraciously. Her blood tasted of wine. I was able to tell what her last feed was like. I saw images of her living life—a life spent in poverty and want. I saw her death too yet I felt nothing. And when Gascoyne raised her I felt jealous.

When she was drained, I tore her head off. It wasn’t easy, but I managed. I flung it against the wall where it rolled a few times until at last it came to a stop. Her eyes were half open; just starting to glaze over.

I knew the others were up, I had heard them—even when I continued my savagery. Clearly Gascoyne was not among them or he would have stopped me or tried to.


So he was there now. I turned and smiled madly at him. “What do you want?”

He looked horrorstruck. The coven looked frightened. He wasn’t. He was angry if anything and shook me. “How dare you!”

I only laughed. “Bitch!” he cried. He pushed me so hard I fell over backwards. Still I laughed loud and raucous cackles for I was extremely pleased with myself. “I’d do it again.”

That did it. He moved so quickly even I was surprised. His slap was fierce. “Is that the best you can do?” I asked.

He reached over to pull me up but only succeeded in tearing my gown from me. I saw his eyes sweep across my naked breasts. Then taking some of Carmen’s blood from my chin, I smeared it on both my breasts.

We eyed one another there in the company of the coven. There wasn’t a sound. I sat there waiting for him, smiling at him. He was upon me in a moment but there was nothing sexual about it. He was too angry.

The coven had moved closer so as not to miss anything. I was stretched out when he tore at my hair, bending my head backward, he sank his teeth into my neck. But then he stopped himself. Instead of biting he was kissing me and fondling me at the same time.

I stretched out waiting for more. He began to lick the blood off my breasts then-- Carmen’s blood. I laughed while he did.

In front of the coven, he took me every way that he could. When I thought he would stop, he whispered what he wished me to do to him. As I obeyed and took him into my mouth I was happy for this gave me ultimate power over him. I’d be able to get whatever I wished of him.

Now, because I was giving him pleasure, his coven moved away—so that I began to suck and feed at the same time; just little bites, not enough to hurt him, just enough to feed.

“I will love you forever,” he panted.

I made no answer; I only stared at him, certain that he would..."

"Top of its genre!"

"Revenge, betrayal, passion, bloodshed, lust and love are just a few of the elements of this dark and spellbinding book."

"Justine, realizes she as a vampire could actually love and in fact is in love with Gascoyne. I think that was the turning point in the story."

"This vampire romance is rich in history, deep in blood sex and exotic locations and is very highly recommended."

"Vampires have their own allure and none more so than the female."

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May 8 - 14

Monday, May 8, 2017

A Teaser From Work-in-Progress!


“Suffice it to say the corpse was all fucked up. There was no part of the bloody mess, previously known as Cassandra Nichols, that would indicate if it was male or female. I nodded. “True," I said. But I did follow protocol.”

The cops looked at one another. One of them made a note. The others put their hands on their guns. It was okay though because they already had me in restraints.

“We’re going to take you to….

A nice ride in a shiny and surprisingly clean vomit-free police ambulance. My only complaint was the restraints could have been looser, but I didn’t blame them. I wouldn’t have trusted me, either.

They checked me in, there was paper work, an admitting procedure. A needle in my arm, I figured they wanted me unconscious. Safe as houses that way..."


Yes, I am working on this and I'm enjoying it. It's a different but so am I. 

Until next time!

Thursday, May 4, 2017


WOW! This series got me hooked from the first episode I saw! It's got it all, scares, zombies, fine acting and it's well-written. I am a horror fan and horror author. And I've been searching for good, solid well-made horror all my life! Most films disappoint I found. Although, I nearly always find something that I like in a film.

But THIS! This is one hell of a series and I say that because it's a lot more than flesh-eating zombies stomping around. It's much more. It presents itself realistically, as in WHAT IF?

The people who don't, for one reason or another, succumb to a horrific death by zombies cannibalizing them, develop and change in order to survive. And it's how they change that I find fascinating. The writers present those changes in a realistic way. Not everyone can become stronger without becoming vicious, nearly as bad as the monstrous zombies.

Rick has to be the best. He is the Adam of this horrific apocalyptic world. He sometimes weakens but never loses his humanity. He just carries on, supporting his 'clan' and they are a clan in the best sense. Each, their own person, warriors that know all too well how tenuous their survival is.

They yearn for normalcy, but accept it's not available and might never be. That hopelessness is the true horror of the tale. But then again, the horror is about people turning on one another, it's about cruelty, madness, sadism, to the point where some of the human survivors Rick's clan come into contact with, almost make the zombies look like the good guys! How's that for a layered, character-driven plot!!

Fighting to stay alive, protecting yourself, family and friends, losing tragically those you love, is at the core of it all. And then it seems no matter how much they fight, those zombies keep coming at them. And if they manage somehow to defeat them, the monstrous humans try to kill them.

I asked myself why? Why can't all the survivors just band together and fight a common enemy!
They can't. Not in this series. They can't because this series is different. It recognizes evil in its human form and how in the most dire circumstances, people's best and worst qualities surface.

I hope the series serves as a benchmark in horror. I hope it raises the standards of horror writing, acting and directing! I think it might if for no other reason than its success proves what people want. Please given them what they want! 

Horror Push Your Buttons?!


Cute little guy, isn't he? He's got a truckload of amigos just like him in my horror story collection which is on promotion at 99 cents until May 8th!

It's packed with stories that appeared in various horror anthologies and sci-fi ones. There are four sci-fi shorts.

But for you horror fans, you'll find stories of vampires, zombies, murderous midgets, demon clowns, evil dolls, haunted cemeteries, a real shop of horrors, taxidermy gone haywire, serial killers (3 Jack the Ripper stories), satanist dollmakers, child vampires, infamous mass murderers, haunted theaters, dancing dead, toys that kill, necromancy, necromantics, stories that inspired novels...and more!


You bet!


"I live for stories like these!"

Carole Gill’s talent is a wonder to experience. She has the uncanny ability to craft horrors imbued in fairy tale finesse.”
“House of Horrors is a fine addition to my Kindle, and I’m sure I’ll be going to read this again and again…”

“A veritable blood feast for vampire fans everywhere!”

“If you are a fan of horror, you won't want to miss this one!! High marks to Ms. Gill.”

“There are so many different monsters in this book the no matter what your biggest fear is or your favorite one to read about you are gonna find it without fail.”

“I grew up with horror legends such as King, Koontz, Poe, Shelley, Stoker and I added Gill to that list.” 


Saturday, April 29, 2017

The Blood of the Damned!

When the world began, the Lake of Fire was merely a thin stream of water that flowed out from hell. Yes, hell was formed when Lucifer fell to earth.

Over the centuries this was to change. Violence and malice brought forth more rivers and streams, eventually creating a bottomless lake in the hot, heart of hell that burned incessantly. This was where the damned were deposited, where they would burn forever. The damned are damned by their own actions and vices. They sentence themselves for their cruelty and sin to burn forever.

That Lake has infused itself into our world. It seeps into tunnels and caves--and even travels through time and space into what is now Antarctica.


And yes, that is real blood in The Blood Falls. Scientists are just fearful of alarming humanity. The blood comes from the damned, those who choose to sin and find they are condemned to the Lake of Fire by their various outrages.

If you are in doubt, you needn't be. If you go to a place where there has been terrible evil committed and if you put your ear to the ground, you can hear the cries of the damned. Those that perpetrated that evil. And if by chance, you are able to touch some of that blood-ice that is supposedly rust, you will fall to your knees screaming, for you feel the pain of the persecuted!

You will know the terrible truth of the Lake of Fire and the blood of the damned, regardless of what scientists tell you!

© carole gill 2017

Thursday, April 20, 2017

You'll Never Guess Who the Old Man Really is!!!!

Now, there are hints throughout, see if you can guess. You might be distracted by the other characters and the reasons they are monstrous, however. 

Listen in on a telling conversation between Fred Dodger and one of his performers. It's about his father and himself. Dark secrets abound!!

“My father’s no saint, Al. He’s done murder…”

“You told me he had murdered. Look at me and Hank and the clowns…”

Fred let out a loud sob. “It’s much worse what he did…you can’t imagine.”

He was certain Al was going to speak but when he didn’t, Fred continued. “My father was wanted… He still is; he always will be…what he did…”

“You can tell me…”

“I’ve killed, too, Al. I killed to protect him—see, he killed some women…”

Fred couldn’t get the rest out. Al soothed him, said he could confide in him. “What is it? What’s preying upon you, Fred? Something is—Who did your dad kill? You can tell me, honest. I won’t tell no one!”

(end of excerpt)

"Don't be fooled into thinking this is a routine, run-of-the-mill, carnival scary. Nothing routine here! CIRCUS OF HORRORS is a very special story, and I'm glad it introduced me to author Carole Gill, an exceptionally talented writer."

"Riveting. Imaginative. Chilling. Fantastical."

"Wonderful horror with a side order of ribs."

"Outstanding story line and strong characters. I felt like I was right there and a part of the sideshow.

"An awesome little creepfest!"

"Never going to the circus again!"

"True horror!"

“Scary from beginning to end! Sit back and read your way into a horror filled tale! Enjoy!”


Monday, April 17, 2017


No! Don't laugh. It's possible to promote books after death. Zombies, I know from personal experience can and Vampires probably can too. But I'm here for the ZOMBIES!

The walking dead can most certainly promote books. How do I know? I'm one of them! Sadly, what passes for 'a life' is what I endure, not live now--after my husband's death. I function on autopilot. I wish I didn't, but I do, at least for now.

The only difference between me and a genuine zombie is I don't eat flesh! Actually I don't eat meat anyway. Maybe that's the reason!

If you want to be kind to a zombie like me, I'd appreciate it! I'll try to blog more to keep you guys entertained. I am working on some projects so that's good!

Here's a bit from my new novel! It's got ghosties and goulies and short and long legged beasties with hauntings to make you wince but it also tells the story of loss and the search for life beyond death!

“How are you feeling today?”
            I felt like telling the doctor to go fuck himself. But thought better of it.
He looked odd to me. But that was because I was cracked and had been ever since my loss. It took me a few seconds to realize he was talking to me. That understanding smile now to show me he wasn’t annoyed with my lack of attention.
“I’m sorry…”
“That’s alright…just tell me how you are today.”
“The same.”
I had thought of a stronger reaction as in hostile, but then I thought better of it. Besides, a two word answer like that was probably provocative enough.
He was reading through the nurses' notes. “You’re sleeping well?”
“Yes, except when I don’t.”

Watch it, Liz. 

Back soon! 

Circus of Horrors is Not Just About Scary Clowns...!

99 cents NOW thru April 23!
Scary clowns are fun to write about, but I write character-driven horror. The characters in this novel and all my novels are motivated by their own experiences. They might have an agenda, a mission, as the character, 'good old carny,' Joe has. And boy what an agenda that is!

The clowns are murderous because of their childhood abuse they suffered. Each performer in Fred Dodger's sideshow has suffered and that suffering has made them what they are. Joe comes along and seems to know their secrets, all of their secrets. He even knows why Old Pa, Fred's dad, keeps a certain box close to him.

Creativia has put this book on promotion for a short time beginning now. If you like really dark, gut-wrenching horror that has a point, this is for you!

“This is horrific in the best way! It is extreme ... and disturbing!"

"Riveting. Imaginative. Chilling. Fantastical."

"Wonderful horror with a side order of ribs."

"Outstanding story line and strong characters. I felt like I was right there and a part of the sideshow.

"An awesome little creepfest!"

"Never going to the circus again!"

"True horror!"


Sunday, March 19, 2017

The Dark Truth of My Fiction

From 'I, Bathory, Queen of Blood:
"5out of 5 stars HORRIFIC VAMPS & GREAT STORY!!!
I'm hooked on Carole Gill!! I prefer more details about a Vampires life, knowing they're Satan's creatures, and love that this author portrays them as they are!!! Intense read and that there's real history in a her novels, makes it even more interesting!! If you're offended by language, sex, bondage, and savagery, look to the Chic lit on the paranormal!!! Carole Gill is phenomenal!!!!"
Reviewer on Amazon 

This review was written for I, Bathory, Queen of Blood. However the essence of it applies to the horror fiction I write. It particularly applies to all my vampire novels which include a series of four books as well as two other novels that follow.

The Blackstone Vampires consists of four novels. The House on Blackstone Moor, Unholy Testament-The Beginnings, Unholy Testament-Full Circle and The Fourth Bride (The Blackstone Vampires Omnibus comprises all four novels), Justine: Into the Blood and I, Bathory, Queen of Blood. 

This reviewer nailed it. I don't write lightly. Vampires are monsters, beings from hell that subsist on human blood. They have feelings and, though demonic, they can love in their strange and dark way. But mostly, they lust and feed. They do this because that's what vampires, real fictional vampires, do.

The Series contains horror also of a different nature as it is historically based, covering thousands of years and includes human horror. I thought that only fair. Evil is evil, after all.

There are readers that enjoy the dark side and readers that don't. I think they should have a choice. For those who want to step into the dark and experience what goes with it, I'd suggest they read my fiction.

Chic Lit is a great subgenre. It suits a lot of readers. But horror is horror unless it is a specific type of subgenre which is fine. Here is a definition of horror that is worth a read:



an overwhelming and painful feeling caused bysomething frightfully shocking, terrifying, orrevolting; a shuddering fear: to shrink back from a mutilated corpse in horror, anything that causes such a feeling: killing, looting, and other horrors of war, such a feeling as a quality or condition: to have known the horror of slow starvation. a strong aversion; abhorrence: to have a horror of emotional outbursts. Informal. something considered bad or tasteless: That wallpaper is a horror. The party was a horror. horrors, Informal.
delirium tremens.
extreme depression. adjective inspiring or creating horror, loathing, aversion,etc.: The hostages told horror stories of their year in captivity. centered upon or depicting terrifying or macabre events: a horror movie. interjection
horrors, (used as a mild expression of dismay,surprise, disappointment, etc.)

I take that onboard with my horror fiction. That's what I write, that's the dark truth of what I write.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

No Helplines in Victorian Times

There were absolutely no helplines, support groups or any resources for a young person to go to. No help at all. Judging a character in a novel that takes place in Victorian times by 21st Century standards is laughable and silly at best.

Consider Rose Baines. She just waits it out every night. She hopes her father will get killed during his nightly strolls that he enjoys, after terrorizing the family that is.

When she returns after a visit to an aunt and finds her family has been murdered by her father who has obviously committed suicide, she just screams.

The family doctor is summoned:


“I am sorry, Rose, but you must go with them.”

People can’t be left around screaming, you understand. I was silenced by strong hands. 

“Come along, Miss. That’s better.”

end of quote.

She is taken to the madhouse. The only option available in a society at a time when nothing crucial to the survival of a human being was discussed if it was deemed to be 'improper.'

This is where the nightmare begins. This is how her father's sin eventually led her to Blackstone House and the vampires.


“The figure of the gothic child was there. Stoker's horror was there. Along with the romance! At the heart of her writing one stumbles upon a genuine search for that darkness we lost with the loss of Stoker."
DR. MARGARITA GEORGIEVA ~ Gothic Readings in The Dark

Top 10 Books - 2013
Aoife Marie Sheridan - ALL THINGS FANTASY
Publisher, Ultimate Fantasy Books

"92 Horror authors you need to read right now"
Carole Gill -- the Blackstone Vampires series
~Charlotte Books - EXAMINER

I for one found this gloriously gothic, refreshingly brutal, honestly horrific and a great read.
~Taliesin Meets the Vampires

Best Horror, best villain, Eco Efestival of Words 2014

Now thru March 17, 99 cents at 

Friday, March 3, 2017

All Pacts Lead to Hell!

Child murderer, Gilles de Rais, who rode with Joan of Arc
This short story is about the monstrous, Gilles de Rais and his delusion regarding damnation. The demon, Eco tells of his encounter with this man. Eco is my favorite character. He's an intelligent demon. Sometimes evil and depraved but always honest. It is his punishment:

Excerpt: "It is I, your servant, Eco once again with an accounting of the final judgement of a certain man that I myself witnessed–an individual who dishonestly made a pact with Satan. By the way, if there are any apologists for this man, then I can only say this: I heard his confession from the man’s own lips.
Gilles de Rais was his name, former aide to Joan of Arc and a notorious child murderer. 

His castle and its grounds were filled with the mutilated remains of children savagely killed. Children had in fact been vanishing for years, but nothing was done. You see at this time in France a noble could rather do as he wished as long as peasants were the only ones being victimized.

de Rais used his servants and cousin to snatch the objects of his sexual depravity whenever he liked. Still on occasion he grew bored. At such times he’d over spend. He was very extravagant and regularly found himself in need of money. Like so many at the time he believed alchemy was the answer to money worries. He was told of a famous sorcerer who could turn water into gold. That is what drove him to contact the renowned Francois Prelati. Prelati was more than willing when he saw de Rais’ opulent lifestyle.

“Of course it is possible,” he said. “However, in order to do this my lord—a demon must be summoned from hell and in order for that to happen, I will have to write my spells in a book using the blood of children!”

The corpses of children were never far away and the request was cheerfully granted. Prelati was given more than enough children’s blood with which to write the book of spells for the summoning. He was also given other assorted grisly items for sacrifice. Prelati was pleased. “Now for the final requirement–the pact. You must hold a parchment wherein you have stated your pledge to give Satan your soul!” de Rais agreed and the ceremony went on. What Prelati never realized was deRais had stipulated he would do anything, but he would not give up his soul!

The cheek! I mean really! I find that rather distasteful though I am of demonic origins myself. But one has to recognize truth when one comes upon it. Eventually, de Rais was arrested for something else entirely–the child murders were discovered accidentally. The result, however, was a trial. Satan and I saw him during his trial. We were passing ourselves off as Papal Emissaries which was rather fun.

The court was incensed by de Rais’ contempt. He was hostile and condescending. When the court adjourned for a two-day break, Satan and I visited him. During those two days both Satan and I spoke to him.

A great deal can be accomplished under such circumstances! When court resumed, he returned contrite and pled for his entry back into the church. He confessed and said his one desire was to face his death bravely. Any nobility he had lost he was intent on recouping. He did of course foolishly believe the clerics who said he was forgiven and would enter heaven! 

You see they may believe that to be the case, but in the last analysis, it is up to the old man there and we all know God isn’t a push over. If you think God forgives all manner of sin then take another scan through the Old Testament. I know where of I speak. I am the son of a fallen angel and let me tell you right now, there are those who immediately regretted siding with Lucifer and sought forgiveness. Their answer was eternal damnation, not forgiveness! When the end came, I saw de Rais go bravely to his death. 

He wished to set an example to the others who were condemned with him: his cousin and some servants. Prelati managed to get off with his life but that was only temporary. As for de Rais, Satan and I were there to greet him when he reached hell.

“It is you!” he cried when his eyes beheld Satan. “Yes,” Satan answered. “And now you are mine, for it is only right!” If he looked horrified then, he looked worse as the legion of demons began to descend on him–pinching and tormenting him.
 “I have been damned!” he cried.

“For all time!” Satan replied. “You see in a way I am God’s heavy. I punish those who are not worthy of heaven. But also–!” he added, “I don’t like to be made a fool of!

Pact indeed, how dare you presume to hold back your soul from me?!” I winced to see the terrible pain and suffering that began to be inflicted upon this man. “Yes,” Satan cried. “A pact is a pact. There is no going back, no codicils here! Hell is not a court of law, there is no bargaining. Your sins are the currency that earns you damnation!” ‘Such is the word of Satan—Lord to all who are damned by deed whether or not they think they shall be.’

Eco—your servant in Hell.

© 2011 Carole Gill

Eco is featured in ‘Unholy Testament - The Beginnings,’ the sequel to‘The House on Blackstone Moor (where he made his debut) as well as 'Unholy Testament - Full Circle; and the fourth book in The Blackstone Vampire Series, 'The Fourth Bride.'

He was awarded best villain in the 2014 efestival of words for The House on Blackstone Moor and the book received best horror award.

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