Tuesday, July 2, 2013

New Release! Necromancy and You!

The newest in my Guidebook series, Necromancy and You! is out today!

Al Skelton is a nearly fifteen-year-old boy with an unusual interest—raising the dead. When the book Necromancy and You! arrives in the mail and Al’s interest goes from theory to practice as he’s dragged into a world he doesn’t really understand. A world full of undead frogs, vampires, ghouls and a sinister cabal called the Coalition who would like nothing more than to bring Al into their fold—by any means necessary.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Necromancy and You! Cover art.

The cover art for Necromancy and You! the sequel to Vampirism and You!

Follow young Al Skelton as he delves into the wonderful world of necromancy and makes friends with vampires, ghosts and undead frogs while traversing high school at fourteen, going to therapy and searching for answers to what happened to his father.

And that's just the beginning.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

It's Another YA Contract!

That's right everyone, there's another YA contract signed and put to bed! The book in question? Necromancy and You! This delightful romp through the land of zombie frogs, ghouls, ghasts and a cannibalistic secret society follows Al Skelton, budding necromancer on his quest to raise his dearly departed father from the grave. Along the way he'll meet all sorts of interesting people, not shortage of which have fangs and bad attitudes. 

Thursday, March 7, 2013


My paperback copies have arrived! Which means it's time to give one away! I'll be giving away a signed copy of Vampirism and You! to one lucky commentor. Comment on this post, Facebook, or on my Twitter feed with the name of your favorite vampire and you'll be entered into the pool. You can comment on all three places to triple your chances!



Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Release Day

It's that special day folks! Release day that is. Vampirism and You! A Beginner's Guide to the Change is now available for your reading enjoyment!


Louis’ whole life was planned right to a bite on the neck at his seventeenth birthday. The British native has a whole lot of changes coming his way. There’s the cravings, the urges, the relocation to rural USA…it’s a lot for a teenager to handle. Throw in the possibility that he might not be as straight as he always thought and it’s a tangled mess as Louis tries to navigate his new life.
Things aren’t going to be easy though, and his foster-vampire Duncan is determined to make Louis a fine upstanding example of vampirism—or else. When a new vampire shows up in town, Louis thinks he’s finally found someone to confide in, except Eli has his own agenda and Louis is about to find out that being a vampire means more than drinking blood and causing mayhem—there are also dirty politics, dark secrets and a whole lot of reading assignments.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Good Tidings and Cheer, and Dash of Blood

It's the time of year for Christmas carols, cookies, awkward family gatherings and the occasional bloodsport. In the spirit of that, I thought I'd release the excerpt for Vampirism and You! in time for Christmas revelry/emergency room visits.

I'm rather confident that a vampire family Christmas will involve a lot of bandages...

Well, have a safe and blood-free holiday!

Vampirism and You! - Excerpt

Duncan brought me to a house. Like most of the houses in this town, it was white, two storied and slightly dilapidated. There was an attempt at gardening at the front with potted petunias and floral curtains hung in the downstairs windows flanking a door covered in peeling green paint.

 The upstairs window to the left was open, and had no curtains. That window, Duncan pointed to.

 “You’re going to learn how vampires settle disputes. This is the home of one of those boys you beat up.”

 “Okay. You brought me here why?”

 “Tonight, you are going to feed. On him.”


 He gave me one of his patented looks. “Get your ass on the roof.”

 Clearly he wasn’t in the mood for argument. Getting onto the porch roof was easy and meant I could just step through the open window without issue. The benefits of my condition were outstanding, I will admit that.

 I crept into the window, grateful that at least one part of vampire lore was false on this occasion. I was pretty sure Mr. Football was not going to invite me in, and I hadn’t exactly gotten to glamouring yet in the book.

 The guy’s room was a mess. Sports posters hanging on the walls with masking tape and gum, a dart board on the back of his door had the coach’s face attached, and there were dirty clothes all over the floor. I was being lazy about reading it. I know.

 It smelled. Duncan joined me in the room as soon as I cleared out of the way, surveying everything with a predatory air that reminded me more of a cat stalking than the spider grace I was used to from other vampires.

 I looked at the sleeping teenager and wrinkled my nose. “He snores.”

 Duncan rolled his eyes. “And I suppose that’s going to change how he tastes? You did read Chapter Two, didn’t you?”

Well, I’d skimmed it, surely that counted for something. “Yeah.”

 My surrogate sure looked unconvinced. “What’s first then?”

 I had to think about it, which did not further my cause. “Don’t drink from the jugular unless you’re trying to kill…”

 “Very good, and?”

 “The wrists, ankles, and shoulder are ideal for minimal damage.”

 “Go on.”

 “Lick the skin first to numb -- vampire saliva contains anesthetic properties -- and make an incision to drink from with your nail, or bite down.”

 “And how much blood do you take?”

 “Never more than you need to survive.” I was not remembering the precise amount, but I would give myself a B for effort here.

 “Which is?”

 “Uh -- ” I shrugged.

 In the moonlight coming from the window, and with my super cool night vision, I could see Duncan frown and rub his hand over his face. “One pint, Louis. Not hard.”

 “So it’s just like going to the pub on Sunday. Except this isn’t beer. It’s blood. Human blood. From a smelly bugger I don’t really like. I don’t think -- ”

 Duncan, I noted, could hit really, really hard. I managed not to stagger or cry out. You didn’t live your whole life with vampires without learning to take a hit and now that I was one myself, well, taking a hit got even easier.

 “Feed, now,” he growled. Well, so Duncan’s patience could wear thin. Good to know.
 I leveled a menacing glare at him and then looked back at the slumbering teenager I was to snack upon. It wasn’t just that he snored, he also smelled. I wasn’t a neat freak or anything, but three-week-old pizza? Really? There was this tiny little doubt in the back of my mind too, that if I did this, there would be no going back.  

 Which was stupid. There was already no way of going back. It was done.
 He slept deeply, and a hand dangled invitingly over the edge of the bed. I knelt down and licked the inside of his wrist. I could taste his sweat, feel the pulse beating against my tongue as I pulled away.   
His sweat tasted like three-week-old pizza, making me very skeptical of what his blood would taste like.

 I took Duncan’s offered knife and whinged a bit before I cut into the flesh to form a wound the width of my thumbnail and pressed my lips against it to drink. The blood reminded me of a beer I’d tried once, strong and a bit sour. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t something I wanted all the time.

 But I drank my pint like a good little vampire and licked the wound to help it close as the book had said, before rising. I felt a bit dizzy, like my head was feather light.

 Duncan reached out a hand to steady me and flashed a smile. “Easy does it.”

 “He tastes like beer.”

 Duncan shrugged. “Everyone tastes different. Now that you’re fed, we’ll try some lessons from chapter three.”

 I hadn’t read past two. Honestly I didn’t know a thing about the rest of the book beyond the title of the last chapter, as it was still bothering me. Chapter Twenty, Killing. I had no plans to kill anyone. I don’t think I had it in me to kill people. But then, I’d just drunk a sleeping teenage boy’s blood, never thought I’d do that either.

 “Ah -- chapter three? Already? I don’t know, I’m ready to crash.”

 “Nonsense. First off, we’ll try ghosting and then a bit of fog raising in the cemetery.”

 “I suppose this is where I should admit to not having read chapter three.”

 Duncan rolled his eyes and grabbed my arm. With a burst of speed he leapt out the window we’d come through to land on the lawn outside the house -- dragging me along with him. From there he sped us off so fast I thought my arm was going to pull loose from the socket.

 When we finally stopped, I heaved for breath and he watched me with arms folded across his broad chest. Oxygenating the blood was essential to vampire survival. Sure, I could hold my breath for twenty minutes, but I’d been at this all of a week; human responses were still ingrained in me.

 That was ghosting.”

Friday, December 14, 2012

THE END OF THE WORLD book blast and giveaway

 Greetings everyone and welcome to the end of the world! Well, not really, because science has proven several times over that the calculations used were inaccurate (for one thing) and for another, all the Facebook photos people use of Mayan calenders, guess what, they aren't Mayan. Nope. Turns out the average person can't tell the difference between Mayan and Aztec. I can assure you that Theresa does not have that particular issue.

As soon as I heard she was getting published, I decided I would have to get involved. For one thing, she's a totally awesome person and for another, there just aren't that many Mayan culturally infused YA novels out there.  So without further ado, I present The Stone Guardian.

Like any other teenager in America, Ashley just wants a normal life. But growing up in an orphanage for the insane is anything but normal. After endless therapy and increasing medication, her nightmares have only gotten worse.

Probably because they’re not nightmares.

When Ashley’s mysteriously abducted, she finds a reality even less normal than the orphanage. And she discovers something else—she’s no ordinary orphan. Faced with enemies thought to only exist in fairy tales, Ashley discovers she possesses a powerful Maya bloodline. She’s the daughter of an ancient Maya Guardian, whose duty is to protect the Stone of Muuk’ich, an enchanted relic blessed by the gods. But first she must get it back from Sarian, a power-hungry demigod who slaughtered the last guardian—Ashley’s mother. Without the stone, all will be lost.

When she meets Arwan, a hot Belizean time bender, his delicious olive skin and dark eyes make her feel a little less alone. But his gentle whispers and reassuring touch might not be all they seem. How can she balance love and duty when it’s up to her to prevent the rising of the underworld? Especially when the guy she loves might be its crown prince…

Theresa McClinton

A long time enthusiast of things that go bump in the night, Theresa started her writing career as a journalism intern—possibly the least creative writing field out there. After her first semester at a local newspaper, she washed her hands of press releases and features articles to delve into the whimsical world of young adult paranormal romance.

Since then, Theresa has gotten married, had three terrific kids, moved to central Ohio, and was repeatedly guilt tripped into adopting a menagerie of animals that are now members of the family. But don’t be fooled by her domesticated appearance. Her greatest love is travel. Having stepped foot on the soil of over a dozen countries, traveled to sixteen U.S. states—including an extended seven-year stay in Kodiak, Alaska—she is anything but settled down. But wherever life brings her, she will continue to weave tales of adventure and love with the hope her stories will bring joy and inspiration to her readers.
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