Please welcome author Shirley Goldberg to tell us about
her new release, Revamped, A Vampire
Comedy. Revamped is a part of the Mortar & Pestle series of seven books
by seven authors.
An energy vampire hungry for love meets the wisecracking
woman of his parents’ nightmares.
Tell us about your book, Shirley.
The idea for Revamped came about one afternoon when I was
socializing with six other author friends. Mind you, we weren’t at a happy hour
in a restaurant.
We were all on Zoom.
I have six author besties in our Mortar & Pestle group. Over
the past year and a half, the six of us got to know one another online as we
discussed publishing, writing, marketing, and brainstormed our story ideas. I
wouldn’t have written Revamped without my besties.
One day, when we were gathered around our computer screens,
someone suggested we write a series together with a common element that travels
through time. How we decided on a Mortar & Pestle, I don’t recall. We all
came up with book proposals and chattered about them. It’s much easier to pop
out ideas for a book than to write it.
Since my favorite books to read and write were women’s humorous
romantic fiction, that’s what I said I’d write.
Until someone said, “Why don’t you throw in paranormal? Maybe a
vampire?”
“I don’t know anything about paranormal.” Thinking how
ridiculous. “And I don’t like all that blood.”
“Your character can be an energy vampire,” someone else said. “No
blood.”
In the end, I took the bait and invented a new world, different
from the world I usually wrote in. What fun I had cooking up trouble for Dante,
my energy vampire, and Sophie, his honey—not to mention figuring out how the
Mortar & Pestle would appear in the book and bring the two main characters
together.
Blurb:
Vampire
Dante Allegretti hates his sucky life. Born into a family of energy siphoners,
he’s desperate to reinvent himself as a fun-loving normal guy rather than a
crowdsourcing parasite. To stop the draining urges, Dante resorts to grinding
alternative meds in an ancient mortar, unaware that it contains magical
properties.
Enter
wisecracking thirty-year-old Sophie Arley, who lives with her clingy parents.
Working three jobs and craving independence, she’s come back strong after a
breakdown crashed her cozy world. So when the weird, hot guy she just met asks
Sophie to the movies, she agrees.
Sophie
won’t spoil their magical connection by mentioning her heartbreak. And Dante
dreads telling Sophie about his dark side. Will the power from the mortar &
pestle guide them to their happily-ever-after despite the secrets and lies?
Revamped: a Vampire Comedy
Independent publication, released March 21, 2023
255 pp.
Heat rating: moderate
Excerpt:
Dante, the vampire, has invited Sophie for dinner even
though he doesn’t cook and has only recently begun eating “people” food.
Jack
led the way into the kitchen, tail wagging. Wine glasses and the bottle opener
sat waiting on the counter next to three bottles of red wine, including the one
I’d brought, dinner plates with utensils, and tall water glasses.
“How
about you open the bottle I brought?” Keep him busy, take the pressure off. He
took the hint, picking up the fancy corkscrew with wings, studied it a moment
and easily fit it on the bottle.
“Where
are you taking the cooking class?” I sounded like a Dating 101 instructor. Get
the guy to talk about himself.
“I
don’t know yet. It was just an idea.” Dante slid the door to the lanai open.
For a large space, it was sparsely furnished with a table for two and two
chaise lounges at the far end. “Sit and relax out there. I’ll get the wine.”
Maybe
a few drops of Malbec would help ease Dante’s uptightness. I sat scratching
Jack’s head, wondering how long the awkward period would last.
He
carried out the bottle of wine, poured two glasses, and handed me one.
“Cheers.” He put down his glass. “I’ll prepare your plate.”
“Dante?”
I held up my glass in a toast. “Let’s sit for a minute, shall we?” Shall we.
I sounded so formal.
“Uh,
sure.” He picked up his glass and clinked mine. We each took a sip.
“Mellifluous and rich with the aroma of the pampas of Argentina.” He beamed a
smile at me, proud of his wine descriptor. His whole body relaxed. “I have a
confession.”
“Oh,
do tell.” This would be fun. “Sir, what is your confession?”
He
peered closer at me as if he wanted to whisper in my ear. With that almost
bronze-colored hair, the man looked like a fine statue with the musculature of
an Italian god.
“I
raced around to five stores today. To prepare for our dinner.”
I
flinched. “That doesn’t sound like fun.” Was he trying to make me feel guilty?
“Great
fun, great fun. You should have come with me. Maybe next time.”
“There’s
a next time?”
“Sure.
Today I got the essentials only.” He took a sip of wine and I did the same. “I
moved in and bought furniture, but never got around to buying utensils. Or
dishes.”
“You
started from scratch?”
“Knives,
forks, spoons. Plates. Couldn’t decide whether I wanted contemporary or
traditional.” He chuckled. “That’s a bad joke seeing as trad’s my parents all
the way.”
He was
thawing out. Cute, too, that he was agonizing over his silver pattern choices even
if he didn’t like his parents’ taste. I put my elbows on the table and leaned
closer.
“Salt
and pepper shakers. Salt and pepper. Oil and vinegar. Items like that.” He shot
me a quick look and gulped his wine, then blurted “napkins!” a little too
loudly. “Do you like the color? I went with a neutral.”
I
leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re adorable.”
“I–”
He stood and gazed down at me. “I’d better rustle up our dinner before it dries
out.” He rushed away.
He was
back in a flash, a plastic-wrapped plate in each hand. “Salad, two kinds.” He
put them in the middle of the table. “Arugula with feta and parsley. A salad
with three kinds of olives and…other things.”
My
eyes popped out of my head at the sight of an antipasto that could feed sixteen.
“I
think I’ll serve everything else now.” He shuffled from one foot to the other.
“Is it all right if I do that? Sorry.”
“What?
This looks lovely.” Indeed, the salads were smorgasbords of perfection and I
couldn’t wait to dig in. Just like this house, dinner was over the top.
“I
didn’t plan so well and I’m afraid the chicken will get dry. And the fish.”
“Chicken
and fish? Oh, my, who else did you invite?”
“You’re
my first guest ever.” He chuckled at himself. “I-I guess I’m overcompensating.
Hope you’re hungry.”
“Famished.”
I clapped my hands, like the emoji. “I can eat for two people.” Apparently,
drink for two as well. My glass was empty already. I stood and reached for the
wine. Topped our glasses off.
“No,
thanks. I…” He regarded the glass of wine with suspicion.
“Didn’t
you want a refill?”
“Yes,
absolutely. I have to pace myself, is
all.”
He
went back inside and brought out a tray with five plates of food, introducing
each dish as he put it on the table.
“Fish
with lemon sauce and chicken Milanese with pasta on the side.” He gave me a
sideways glance and smiled a shy smile.
“Wow,
a mound of spaghetti.” I wanted to buss his cheek. Yes, buss, one of my
favorite old words that no one uses any longer.
“I
didn’t know what you’d like and it doesn’t matter if there’s too much food.
I’ll give Jack a treat.”
“I
love leftovers.” This man was endearing. And so ill at ease I thought he’d
prefer to don an invisible cloak in my company. I wondered what he saw in me—a
woman who obviously didn’t have her act together. Did I have special powers
over him?
“Let’s
serve ourselves.” I stood and removed the cling wrap from the salads, and Dante balled it up and lobbed it in
the direction of the door.
“Uh oh, I don’t have serving spoons.” He looked stricken. “I forgot.”
“No
problem. Can you lift the antipasto dish?” I stabbed an olive and shuffled some
cheese, roasted peppers, and a slice of mini salami onto my plate. We helped
one another to the salads and the fish and chicken and pasta. Dante’s fine
feast, topped off with a fruit and nut bread. I grabbed an end piece and dipped
it in sauce.
“This
is amazing.” I eased a piece of lemony fish into my mouth, where it melted on my tongue. Hah. As if I thought Dante had
magically whipped up this meal. No matter what, I could be polite and pretend.
Dante
leaned forward and forked a piece of chicken. “I bought everything at store
number five, my last stop. Whole Foods. Including the cranberry walnut bread.
Do you think we have enough food? It’s criminal,
but I never eat at home.”
“Why
not?”
“It’s
a long story.” He chewed thoughtfully. “Can we save it for another time?”
“Sure.
It’s not sheer laziness?”
“Partly
that.” He surveyed the table. “By the way, thank you for coming to dinner. I
thought you’d cancel.”
“I thought
about it.”
Buy Links:
Revamped is 99 cents for the entire first month of
release: https://www.amazon.com/Revamped-Vampire-Comedy-Shirley-Goldberg-ebook/dp/B0BRYS5159/
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About
the Author:
Shirley Goldberg is a writer, novelist, and
former ESL and French teacher who’s lived in Paris, Crete, and
Casablanca. She often writes about men and women of a certain age starting
over. Her website, MidAge Dating, offers a humorous look at dating in
mid-life, and her friends like to guess which stories are true. A
Little Bit of Lust is her third book in the series Starting Over,
although all her books are stand-alone, including Revamped, her new vampire
comedy. It’s the story of an energy vampire with one good friend and a family
who embarrasses him. Revamped is part of the Mortar & Pestle series
by seven authors coming in March. To grab the Prequel, see the link below.
Shirley’s characters all believe you should
never leave home without your sense of humor and she agrees.
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