Wednesday, July 31, 2013

The Road to Hell series welcomes author Nicky Peacock

Please welcome Author, Nicky Peacock onto the Road to Hell. Nicky is the author of Bad Blood. Other books written by Nicky are numerous anthologies in the genres of horror and paranormal romance.

Now, it’s time to create a little hell and get to the good stuff by revealing all of Nicky’s wicked secrets while on the Road to Hell. LOL Yeah, you wish! ;-D 

Grab your favorite drink, sink your teeth into something decadent, sit back, relax and enjoy getting to know Nicky…

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GRACEN:  Tell me three things about yourself that we cannot find on the internet or in your bio?

Nicky: Hmmmm, let me think – nowadays the internet can tell you pretty much anything a budding stalker would want to know about an author! Okay then, here goes:
I drink tea without milk or lemon.
I turn into a child again every time I see a Muppet.
I’m a nail polish addict! I cannot stop buying it and have over 200 bottles!

GRACEN: What hobbies and interests do you participate in when you’re not writing?

Nicky: I don’t get much free time that isn’t filled with writing. After working a full time job, friends and family time, writing time – there’s not much left! I do like a good PJ TV/Movie sofa day and have been known to go to a local spa – although I tend to write there too!

GRACEN: Do you have any writing quirks or certain things you MUST have or do before beginning the writing process?

Nicky: I have to shut my internet connection down! If I don’t, I end up drifting onto social network sites or shopping for nail polish! I can only concentrate when I’m not tempted away – my will power is almost zero!

GRACEN: If you were plotting to take over the world, how would you do it?

Nicky: I’d begin by releasing a vampires VS zombies novel through Noble Romance, then I’d… only kidding.  I’d start by holding hot villain sidekick auditions – once I’d chosen my army of well-oiled muscular men minions, I’d have them work day and night on a time machine – they probably wouldn’t come up with much, but I do like a white lab coat on man!

GRACEN: If you could make one statement that the entire planet would hear and remember, what would it be?

Nicky: If it bothers you, stop moaning and do something about it!

GRACENWhat genre do you write and why that genre?

Nicky: I tend to write horrors, urban fantasy and paranormal romance. I just love the possibilities of the supernatural and hate writing under mundane rules of the ‘normal. I mean, we’re forced to live in reality – books should be filled with fantasy and wonder.

GRACEN: For those who are not yet familiar with Bad Blood, can you please give us some details about the book and/or series?

Nicky: Bad Blood is a YA vampires VS zombies novel set in modern England. It’s told first person from a vampire’s point of view who ends up hip deep in a zombie apocalypse. She has to work side by side with her arch nemesis and also manages to find a man who looks just like her murdered true love.

GRACEN:  Do you have any new stories in the works and can you tell us a bit about it/them?

Nicky: I’m working on a YA urban fantasy at the moment set in the US and also another set in the UK which is part of a series I’m putting together. The second Bad Blood is also in the pipeline – told you I have very little time left after writing.

GRACEN: If you could describe your writing with one word or brief phrase, what would it be? Please delve into the core of your writing to tell us what word or phrase you want readers to take with them when they’ve finished reading your story.

Nicky: Scary supernatural shenanigans.

GRACEN: What, in your opinion, makes your story unique and what makes it stand out from other stories in your genre? Think of this as a pitch to convince readers to pick up your books.

Nicky: It’s all about two monsters that have become popular in their own rights, mashed up together in a bloody, romantic, sometimes funny, but always action-packed story.

GRACEN: What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever done in the name of research?

Nicky: I’m betting that could be an on-going question with me! I do some pretty crazy stuff! I once went to a pub (English bar) lock-in for an overnight séance! I was literally locked in overnight. Fortunately the only truly frightening thing that night was the menu!

GRACEN: Of all your books, which character did you have the most fun creating and why?

Nicky: I do have a soft spot for Bad Blood’s Britannia – she has a lot of me in her. I also loved Gen from my story ‘Split Apart’ which is in the paranormal romance anthology ‘Paramourtal 2’ She has a wicked sense of humor even though her story is quite tragic.

GRACEN: If you had the opportunity to meet just one of your characters in real life, who would it be and why?

Nicky: I’d love to meet Philippe from Bad Blood. I describe as a perfect gentleman straight off the cover of a bodice-ripper romance novel – who wouldn’t want to meet him?

GRACEN: Which of your characters would you never want to meet under any circumstance and why?

Nicky: Ironically Britannia! She’s like an angrier, heightened version of me, and I actually found it hard to control her on the page – I’d hate to see what she’d be like in real life.

GRACEN:  If you were interviewing yourself, what is the one question you would ask yourself and please give us the answer to that question?

Nicky: What’s the one thing you didn’t realize before you became an author? That it takes over your life! I do love it – I’ve always lived in my head, so it’s not that much of a change really, but it can really put your own life on hold if you’re not careful!

GRACEN:  Thanks so much for joining us, Nicky!  It’s been a treat getting to know you better! 


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 WOW! What a cover!! I'm in love with it!!


“I am Britannia. I am your protector. I will fend off the hungry hordes of undead hands that reach toward you. I am your steadfast defender. I will stand between you and the zombie masses as they try to taste your flesh. I am strong, unyielding, and dedicated to your survival. All I ask from you… is your blood.”

A five-hundred-year-old bloody game of vengeance will need to be put on hold if vampires are to survive the zombie uprising. Britannia and Nicholas, bitter enemies and the only two surviving vampires left in London, have to work together to save un-infected humans and deliver them safely to a vampire stronghold in the Scottish Highlands. Unable to drink the zombie "bad blood," the remaining vampires need the humans to stay alive. But will the vampires tell the survivors who they are and what they want from them? Will Britannia be able to hold back her vengeance for the greater good? Is survivor Josh the reincarnation of Britannia's murdered true love? And can she bring herself to deliver him to the "safe" hold? Survival instincts run deep, but bad blood can run deeper.

Chapter One

I repositioned myself so I could see down the edge of the building and into the dark alley below. The whole scenario was so cliché it made my butt pucker, but, hey, that was my life, one giant, shadowy cliché. Below, a damsel, clearly in distress, wearing a belt masquerading as a skirt, was being stalked by a newborn creature of the night. I could tell he was barely three months made; he wobbled around like a drunken uncle at a wedding. With his new heightened speed and strength, he’d gone from infant to superhero in one short, bloody step. It was a long time ago now, but I remembered what it was like: opening doors and pulling them off their hinges, throwing down innocent objects and embedding them ten inches into stone floors. You had to learn your motor skills all over again; the process was neither easy nor pretty.
The heels on the damsel’s boots were far too high and made an incredibly irritating,hollow clicking as she quickened her pace. She must have sensed he was behind her, lurking in the shadows waiting to strike. Even if she hadn’t seen him yet,she’d have sensed him. Prey, even ones who wear ‘come eat me’ outfits, almost always sense that a predator is near, especially when that predator is fumbling around like a new born fawn on an ice rink.
I waited for her to reach the edge of the alley before making my move. Dispatching perpetrators was difficult enough without adding in a witness intent on hugging and thanking me for saving her short, little, pointless life.
Although a lady never reveals her age, I was old enough that my every movement was fluid and precise. I’d done my time acting like the Hulk in a china shop. I’d been human for a little over nineteen years and a vampire for over four centuries. I found jumping off a building as easy as stepping off a kerb and, yeah, just as exciting.
A rush of updraft spread my long, electric-blue hair behind me like a set of soft dark angel wings flapping in my vigilant, peripheral vision. I landed square between the new vampire and his intended victim, who would now be able to continue her young life and perhaps grow up to buy a skirt that fell below the knee. I mean, come on, never mind decency, the British weather alone made her outfit an impractical age-defining choice. I felt cold just looking at her!
The vampire took one look at me and ran. He’d been warned; of course he’d been warned. He was one of Nicholas’ brood. I was probably the first topic of conversation Nicholas had with any of his new little children: “If you see a blue-eyed, blue-haired, tall girl dressed in tight red jeans, a Sex Pistols T-shirt,and a blue biker jacket, run for the hills.” That was exactly what the newbie did. He bit down on his pride, turned tail, and sped out of the alley. With the realisation I probably wouldn’t make it back in time for Doctor Who, I sighed and followed him.
At night, the streets of London are dark and dingy. Due to the government’s penny pinching, every second lamppost was off,leaving the city a hotbed of shady crime. Perfect for the likes of me, who didn’t want average Joe to see her; also perfect for the likes of the newbie vamp who was now practically launching himself across each road in a desperate bid to control his movements and get the hell away from me. His limb-flailing became more Muppet-like as he proceeded, and I followed him easily enough. Of course he ran straight into another darkened alley, classic horror-victim mistake. If someone is chasing you, it’s best to stick with the crowds; even I wouldn’t kill someone when a horde of random strangers carrying mobile phones could be taking photos and uploading videos straight to YouTube. Said strangers wouldn’t get involved and help, but they would gladly capture every gory moment for world titillation and their God-given right to five minutes of fame.
I smiled as I watched him catching his breath behind an industrial bin that, even from a distance, smelt like week-old Chinese food. Yes, we vampires do breathe when we’re newbies, although it’s more of a reflex than a necessity. Even now,I still find myself taking the odd breath in and out. It’s a habit that’s hard to break.
I leapt onto the top of the bin and leant down into the newbie’s face. We’re all exceptionally pale, but he went even paler when he saw me. His eyes had a kind of tiger-in-the-headlights glaze; predators never expect to be caught by other hunters.They’re meant to be top of the food chain.
“You belong to Nicholas?” I asked. It’s only polite to check your facts when you’re looking to kill someone.
He paused and then shook his head. “No.”
“Don’t be like that.Tell me the truth.”
I narrowed my eyes. He smelled like Nicholas, a scent that had wormed its way into my very being, as I,too, had once reluctantly belonged to him.
“Yes.” He whined a little and averted his gaze.
Never underestimate instincts. You’re born with them for a reason.
“Okay, then, let’s get this over with quick.”
I slipped down in front of him then punched him in the gut. He doubled over. I brought my knee square into his face; the momentum pushed him over onto the ground. I put my boot on his chest and held him down while I pulled out my trusty hand scythes.
“Please, I wasn’t going to kill her.”

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