Updates From Allan…

First I’d like to thank everyone who took advantage of my “Hobbit Birthday” party.  Over 30 copies of “The Vampyre Blogs – Coming Home” were snatched up.  While I would’ve loved to have seen triple digits, I’m not going to complain.  The book got into more readers hands and that is always a good thing in my opinion.  Hopefully, this will lead to some more reviews.  Sadly, Nathan and company have been stuck in the single digits as far as reviews go on Amazon, with absolutely none on Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and Smashwords.

So I’m going to offer everyone who is interested the opportunity to get a free copy of the book (Kindle, Nook, Kobo, PDF, even paperback) in exchange for a fair and honest review.  Reviews are important to bringing a book to a wider audience.  We all know that whenever we think about purchasing a book or almost anything these days, we check online to see what kind of rating the item has.

Naturally, I’d love to see a lot of 4 and 5 star reviews, but I leave that up to the reviewers.  I ask for honest and I mean it.  If you found the book wasn’t to your taste and you don’t wish to leave a review, just let me know so I’m not left in limbo wondering what happened.   The only thing I ask is that the reading and the review be done within 2 months of you getting the book.  If by chance you volunteer and life gets in the way, again just let me know.  Life happens to all of us including yours truly, so no worries.  Just stay in touch is all I ask.

 On another note…

I’m happy to announce that there will be an anthology involving Nathan and friends, which will be released this December.  This volume will contain ‘select’ short stories from this blog.  The reason for this is that I’ve been told by a number of people that they find it hard and boring scrolling through a bunch of old blog entries to find the short stories, even though they really want to read them.  And since this blog is over two and a half years old, I know there’s a lot of stuff to wade through.

However, the anthology will not just contain stories from here, we are including 4-5 brand new stories just for the collection, which will NOT be reproduced here.  They will only be found within the pages of the anthology itself.  The total number of tales to appear in this first anthology has yet to be decided so stay tuned for more details.

In other news, book 2 of the Vampyre Blogs is now officially under way.

At this time “The Vampyre Blogs – Family Ties” release date should be early October 2018 (which is why I’m releasing the anthology in the meantime, so as not to leave you all high and dry without anything new).  The story will take place two weeks after the conclusion of the first novel and will open with Nathan’s return, along with new trouble brewing.

The presence of Isabella will raise new questions and concerns for all who dwell under his roof, while an unscrupulous developer tries to influence the upcoming town council elections so he can get his hands on 1000+ acres of land Nathan’s home stands on.  Then there’s Marisa’s father. Are the cancer treatments he’s receiving really helping or will Nathan have to undergo a procedure that could leave him more vulnerable than ever to an attack from an old foe he believed had been vanquished?

Stay tuned to this blog learn more.  And for anyone who wishes to be a reviewer, please e-mail me at:

allan.krummenacker@gmail.com

Please include your name, e-mail address, and what book format you want and I’ll be in touch with you shortly.

Thank you all for your continued friendship and support.  And rest assured the next entry to appear on this blog will be a brand new tale involving your favorite sci-fi vampyre and his friends.

My “Hobbit” Birthday Party Is Officially Started…

 The party has begun, we’ve got presents, cake, candle, plates and above all else a gift for you.  Namely a FREE Kindle copy of our latest book….

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 Just click on this link to grab your copy:

 https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01MDO8SLO/ref=series_rw_dp_sw

 And don’t forget to grab a slice of cake to enjoy while you’re at it.  Remember, cake and reading go hand in hand, as does sharing this link with everyone you know.  The party comes to an end at midnight on April 3rd to spread the word and thanks for coming.

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****ALERT: HOBBIT BIRTHDAY COMING THIS THURSDAY MARCH 30TH – FREE KINDLE BOOK****

For those of you not familiar with a Hobbit Birthday Party it goes like this…

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My birthday is coming up on March 30th, but instead of asking for presents I’m giving one away to anyone who wants it. The present in this case is a FREE Kindle copy of “The Vampyre Blogs – Coming Home”! The catch… none.

 

I simply want to get the newest installment of the Para-Earth Series into the hands of as many readers as possible, because word-of-mouth is THE best promotion tool out there.

So stay tuned and start spreading the word. It all begins on March 30th and will last until midnight April 3rd. That’s a whole five days to grab a copy and meet the newest vampyre in town. What is he like?

For starts, he does NOT sparkle. He’s much more your traditional style of vampyre: drinks blood, sleeps in dirt, shape-shifts (animals, mist, etc.). Best of all but he’s a hundred and fifty years of fun with life experience both here and in other versions of Earth. Want to learn more?

You can check out some of the free short stories over at his Blog site:

 

 Or take a sneak peek into the novel itself at:

 

So start spreading the word and marking your calendar to take advantage of this opportunity. You’ll be glad you did…

FOR NOOK, APPLE, SONY and NON-KINLDE USERS: “THE VAMPYRE BLOGS-COMING HOME” IS “FREE” UNTIL MIDNIGHT JAN 16th

That’s right. From now until midnight January 16th, 2017, “The Vampyre Blogs – Coming Home” is FREE!
 
Written in the 1st person, in the style of Bram Stoker’s Classic “Dracula”, blog entries, newspapers, personal journals, diaries of key characters tells the story of Nathiel Steward, the last breathing, walking, Union soldier of the Civil War.
 
Changed after being blown into a Para-Earth by a stray cannonball during a battle, Nathan has wandered this world drinking blood and helping others for the last 150 years. Now, after learning his family mansion and estate are about to fall under the wrecking ball, he’s come home to save it. But the lonely homecoming he expects becomes something much more. Someone has been waiting for him and is eager to be reunited with Nathan. But so is another… a being from that Para-Earth where he became a vampyre. It has followed him into this world with one goal… DESTROY Nathan and anyone who gets in its way…
 
Just click on the link below to get your free copy of this new blend of science fiction and vampirism. And remember to tell your friends so they can take advantage as well.
 

 
*NOTE TO KINDLE USERS:  you’ll get your chance to get the book free as well. I’m not offering it now because Kindle Select rules dictate that in order to make the book “FREE” I have to place it in their program and once it is in it cannot be available in other e-book formats for several months. So sometime next month I’ll be taking the book down from the other sites and place it into Kindle for several months. During that time the book will be available for “FREE” for 5 days. Stay tuned so I can keep you updated on when that happens. Thanks for your patience.

Nathan Speaks: About the Authors, Christmas and the Future…

Merry Christmas Eve and a Happy Hannukah (which also begins tonight) to all our friends…  

For the past few months the entries here have been erratic and I want you all to know how sorry our authors (Allan and Helen) are for these issues.  However, life has gotten in the way in many forms during this time.  First, up until November, Allan was still taking full-time classes at CSU Monterey Bay and these were very demanding classes.  They ate up a lot of his time and his mental energies.  
 
Then in early November he received a job offer with the County of Santa Cruz in their Assessor’s office.  As you all can imagine getting settled into a new job and learning all the ropes is no easy task and very consuming of both time and energies (especially mental energies).  However, the biggest obstacle since he started work has been the fact that his commute takes anywhere from 1 – 1 1/2 hours one way, on any given day.  He rises at 5:30AM and does not get back until 6-6:30 PM, which leaves him little time to spend with Helen, who has been dealing with a major FLARE up of her Fibromyalgia.  Naturally, he has been trying to care for her as best he can when he’s available.  
 
However, these are not the only obstacles the two of them have had to deal with.  In addition to preparing for the holidays and guests, they have also been looking for a new place to live.  Until now, they have lived in subsidized housing at CSU Monterey Bay, but that is only available to students who are full-time!  Naturally, Allan can no longer be a full-time student while working full-time and caring for an unwell spouse.  So they are hunting for a new place they can afford during the holidays (not easy let me tell you).  But as they do so, they are aiming to cut down his commute considerably to give them more time together as well as time to write.
 
Naturally, this has left both of them with very little time to be creative.  Hence, the lack of updates or even a Christmas-themed tale.  Two stories were well under way, but are on the back-burner until a new place has been found for them to reside and then get moved and settled in.  So please bear with them as they try to get their lives back in order.
Finally, know that the stories and more novels about me, Lisa, Marisa, Otto and our other friends in the Para-Earth Book Series, are on the way.  The hopes are for two books to be released in 2017.  The first will be “The Door” which is a sequel to “The Bridge” and “The Ship”.  In December an anthology of some of the stories that have appeared on this blog over the last 2 years will be released.  The anthology will also include several brand new short stories that have never been seen before.
During 2017, work on the 2nd “Vampyre Blogs” novels will be fully under way as well, leading to an anticipated 2018 release around Thanksgiving/Christmas.  I know that’s a long way off, which is why more adventures will continue to appear on this blog, in addition to the anthology for next December.
I can also tell you cross-over stories involving myself, Lisa, Marisa, and Otto, as well as characters from the other 3 novels (“The Bridge”, “The Ship”, and “The Door”) are in the works as well.  One or two of those tales will appear in the anthology, as well as novellas, and full-length novels.  So please be patient and hang in there.  Allan and Helen are very eager to get back to their writing and bring you more adventures to tantalize and thrill you all.
In the meantime, we and they wish you all a wonderful holiday season and as a little bonus.  For those who had not realized, in addition to writing our stories, Allan is an accomplished artist and the artwork that graces each of the Para-Earth novels has been done by him.  So here I share some of his more holiday-based art.  We hope you enjoy these works and have a wonderful and magical holiday season:
First we have a European Father Christmas, he based on several different figurines of Santa Claus he found in antique shops:

Next we have a Robin on a Yule Log.  Robins are associated with Christmas quite heavily over in the United Kingdom, but for this piece. However, Allan chose an American style Robin (which is different from those in the England where his mother was born and raised), blending the tradition between the two countries.

And finally, we have this little piece which he titled “It Was Supposed To Be A Still Life”.  This is true because, he had planned on doing a pastel piece of the presents and village he and Helen had set up beneath their tree one year.  Of course, after getting things just right, he went to fetch his art pad and soft pastels and came back to a scene much like you see here.  However, rather than getting angry and trying to set things up again, he simply sat down and got to work on the piece saying, “Hey, it’s Christmas for kitties too…”

 *Note: the coloring of the cat is based on his late father’s cat Spikette, rather than his own feline mistress Avalon who was jet black and had been the one underneath the tree.  Originally he started out using Avalon’s ebony coat, only to find it was too distracting to the rest of the piece, so he kept her attitude and behavior while substituting Spikette’s colors for a more balanced piece.  He finds great comfort in having done this since both kitties are in Heaven now, although their spirits seem to occasionally visit and cause mischief around the house when one least expects it.

That’s all for now.  Enjoy the holidays and stay safe everyone.  If you must travel, may your journey be swift and fun, without worry or fear.  And we will see you all in the coming year.

Love,

Nathan, Lisa, Otto, Marisa, the rest of our extended family and of course our creators Allan and Helen Krummenacker

Nathan and Company Have Just Gotten Their First 5 STAR Review!

The reviews continue to come in for “The Vampyre Blogs – Coming Home” over on Amazon.  Here’s what the latest person had to say about our favorite paranormal/sci fi vampyre…

Format: Paperback
I read the first two books in the para-earth series by Allan Krummenacker already. Nathan had made brief appearances there and I, as a reader, was enormously curious how he got there, how his life was and what a character he is.  The Vampyre Blogs: COMING HOME is about Nathan’s return…
I’m not going into details about Nathan’s life. It would be unfair to other readers.

But I’d like to mention something about the style of the book: Being a vivid reader I have of course read books with current diary entries, be it in “flashbacks” or “explanations of the story line. Usually, the diary entries helped to understand the story I read. This was the first time I read myself through a story built on blog (diary) entries, which I found oddly unusual at first, but then I realized it worked. It worked for the story, for the characters and it developed the entire storyline right before my eyes.

The ability to introduce entire characters to the reader this way – as well as build and develop the as well story as also connections only with blog entries, makes me just say one word: BRAVO! I didn’t miss a thing. The entries are fascinating and create an entirely impressive as also flowing book! I can’t wait to read more.

Want to read more?  Click on the link below to read more reviews.  And remember, the holiday season is approaching fast and you can pick up a copy for yourself or ‘gift’ one to a friend.  You can not only buy a copy on Amazon or at Barnes and Noble, for just $2.99, but you can also schedule it to arrive on Christmas day.  So take advantage and start your holiday shopping now!

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NOOK USERS: 

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Nathan’s Private E-Journal, April 12th, 2014 : “Fathers and Sons” Part – II

The words “You don’t look like your sick or like or in any pain…” echo inside my head as I draw nearer to Ted’s father.

How many times had I heard those words?  And how many times did I want to lash out at the person who spoke them to me?  Of course back then I hadn’t changed and didn’t have the strength to strike back.  But these days I’m a different man.  The pain and limitations Fibromyalgia caused me are but distant memories, but I never forget anything these days.

Oh it might take me a moment or two to sort through a century and a half of accumulated memories, but it’s all there.  There’s not a name, a face, or an event I’ve been part of or witness to that I cannot recall in vivid detail.  I can even recall things from before I was changed that were locked away in the deepest recesses of my brain, including the looks or hints of disappointment from my father for my apparent weaknesses.  They still sting as much now as they did back then, but I loved him nonetheless.  And now I remind myself that Ted loves his father, so I restrain my impulse to grab the man by one hand and shake some sense into him.

Instead I stop just before the man and say politely, “Please, come inside with me.  Both of you.  There’s some things I’d like to show you.”

Without waiting for a response I walk towards the end of the building we’re in front of that happens to house my private club “The Crypt”.  Behind me I hear Ted’s tired footsteps follow.  A second later, his father joins us.

In a few minutes the three of us are safely ensconced around one of the table inside the empty club.  It’s a weekday which means the place is not open to the public.  Which makes it the perfect setting for a difficult but heartfelt talk.  Or at least, that’s what I hope to keep things.  A part of me is still sorely tempted to unleash a portion of my mist form so I can enter Ted’s father and let him experience my memories of what Fibromyalgia feels like.  The old saying about walking in another’s shoes may be just what the fellow needs.  Yet, I restrain my impulse.  Ted is not aware of what I am and it wouldn’t be right to risk revealing my ‘unusual’ nature to him by doing something to his father.  Still, if things don’t go the way I think they should…

“So what do you want to show me?” Ted’s father asks gruffly.

Staring at the man I quietly take his measure.  Like my own father, he’s tall and well-built.  His solid figure tells me he’s a man who’s enjoyed many sports and strives to keep in shape.  But now I’m sensing something else, deep below the surface… physical discomfort.

Suddenly, everything becomes much clearer to me.  I begin by saying, “As I said earlier, Fibromyalgia is quite real.  And is it not just a condition suffered by women.  Men have it as well.”

“Yeah, you mentioned you have it,” the man snaps, but there’s a trace of unease in his voice.  “Besides yourself, name one other man who has it.”

“Morgan Freeman, the golden actor himself,” I reply and wait.  The effect of my words has on him is clearly visible.  Before he can respond I continue by adding, “Michael James Hastings, another actor  who retired because of his struggle with the condition.”

Ted’s father looks stunned, “He played Captain Mike on ‘The West Wing’.  I loved that show.”

“Many people have it,” I continue, “To differing degrees.  Some can be crippled by the pain, others find different ways of coping through exercise, nutrition, medicines to help them sleep better.  But the bottom line is that its a musculo-skeletal condition with no ‘magic bullet’ cure.  It’s a condition where pain is your constant companion.  Many days you can get through the day, but others are harder.  And some are just so bad you can barely get out of bed.”

The man looks at his son for a moment and then asks, “Is that true?  Those days you complain about getting up aren’t just because you don’t feel like going to school?”

Ted has the good sense to not be sarcastic and simply nods.

His father turns back to look at me.  “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“You can look it up online,” I tell him.  “It’s all there.  There’s even sites by these men and others who can attest to how difficult it is to live with the condition.”  With that I get up and retrieve my laptop and set it up for him.  As I do so, I give Ted an encouraging nod towards the piano.  Obediently, he gets up and takes the guitar case with him.

Meanwhile I sit back down and watch as his father starts Googling the men I mentioned along with others.  For twenty minutes he says nothing, and I do not break the silence.  I merely wish that I’d had such resources to show my own father, back in the day.   Would it have made things better?  I don’t know.  Maybe, maybe not.  As I said before, he did love me.  He just couldn’t always understand why I was the way I was sometimes.

Finally, Ted’s father looks up at me with a pained expression.  “Okay, you convinced me.  It’s real and men can get it.  But why do you believe my boy has it?”

I answer quietly, “Why can’t you believe it?  You mentioned football earlier.  Was that your sport?  Were you simply hoping he’d follow in your footsteps?”

“NO!” the man thunders as his face turns crimson.  Then his expression softens as he explains, “I just want my son to have a chance at a good school.”

Now things suddenly become clear to me. “Things are tight, I take it?” I say in a voice so low only he can hear me.

The man nods.  “Like my son mentioned earlier, his mother has Fibromyalgia and can’t work.  So it’s mainly down to me to bring in money, but she does try.  She does art and sells stuff on the internet.  And she’s brings in some good money and we’re doing all right…”

“But, the prospects for sending Ted to college aren’t so bright,” I supply quietly.

“Exactly.  We make too much to get him a Board of Governor’s waiver, but not enough to really be able to pay for the classes over at the community college, much less a university.”

Just then the strands of a guitar playing fills the air.  It’s a sweet gentle melody, played with great tenderness and skill.

The tune has an effect on my companion who closes his eyes and becomes lost in the tune until the song ends.

“He’s very good,” I remark as the final strums fade away.

“I don’t question that,” my companion replies.  “But, is that going to be enough to get him anywhere?”

Smiling I turn to Ted, who is tuning the guitar ever so slightly.  “Are you up to a little ‘Classical Gas’?”

The boy’s face lights up as he adjusts the strap on his shoulder.  Meanwhile, his father is staring in shock.  “I love that song!  Can he really play it?”

Before I can answer, the familiar tune starts up with all the speed and skill it is known for.  Ted’s father’s eyes widen as his son’s fingers fly over the strings with precision and dexterity that makes the instrument sing.

Neither of us says a word until the song is finished, at which point Ted stretches his fingers and massages them slightly.  It obviously took some out of him, but he’s grinning from ear to ear.

His father begins to applaud and goes over to his son.  The two begin having a talk.  A real talk.  And although I try not to listen, I of course hear everything.  It lasts for several hours.  The results I’m pleased to say are better than I’d hoped. Ted doesn’t have to give up the guitar.  However, his father does confess his concerns to help pay for his son’s future education.

At this point, I see the first rays of sunlight seeping through the window that peers out into the alley.  Although I’m quite safe here in the club, I’m certain Ted’s mother is quite worried about what has become of her husband and son.

Standing up, I wander over to the pair and casually mention some connections I have over in San Francisco with a certain music conservatory which has a wonderful guitar ensemble.  “I’m certain that if Ted keeps this up, he’d qualify for ‘assistance’.  Plus, there’s the money he can earn here at the club helping out at the turntables.”

Father and son look at me questioningly.

Smiling I explain, “Your son has helped out as a stand in DJ here at the club on a number of occasions.  I’ve been thinking about asking him to come on board regularly, provided it doesn’t interfere with his schoolwork.  And before you ask, YES, he’s as good at that as he is on the guitar.”

Ted looks at his father questioningly, while the older man replies, “Let me think on it.  I appreciate what you’re offering him, but I’ve had a lot to take in already tonight.  I’d like a little time to talk things over with my son and my wife.”

I nod.  “That’s fine.  It’s a standing offer.  Take however long you all need.”

“Thank you,” the big man says and holds out a hand which I accept with feeling.  “By the way, I’m George.”

“Nathan,” I tell him, “And I’m very glad we got to a chance to talk.”

“Me too,” he smiles and then says, “I think we’ve taken up enough of your time and we need to get home.  Ted, let’s go grab your guitar.  I’m sure your mother will be worried sick about us.”

Ted smiles and the two of them head over to the piano where the guitar and its case await.

As I watch them, a part of me wonders what it would’ve been like to have such a moment of acceptance from my own father.  Then as if in answer I feel a hand on my shoulder.  Turning I see no one’s there.  But that’s all right.  I know it was real, and who’s hand it was.  Some things you never forget, and as I said before I never forget anything.  Especially not my father’s way of letting me know when he was proud of me…