Happy Tuesday, Bratty Book Lovers! We have a special presentation today thanks to author Tracey Sinclair. Her new book DARK DATES is now available and the first in the Cassandra Bick Chronicles about a vampire matchmaker. Thanks so much to Tracey for joining us! I hope you enjoy this interview and excerpt from DARK DATES as much as I did!

What drew you to become a self-published author?
My first two books were traditionally published – albeit by a small press – so initially I thought about going the traditional route, but I struggled to find an agent or publisher (my original publisher was more ‘literary’ and also wasn’t active in digital, and I knew I wanted the book to come out digitally.) So eventually I just got fed up of waiting and thought, sod it, I’ll do it myself and see if anyone likes it.

How would you describe DARK DATES in ten words or less?
A funny, sexy paranormal romance with a modern spin.

How did you come to write urban fantasy?
Sheer accident! I wrote a short story for a friend of mine who loves vampires and I fell in love with the idea and the characters and it spiralled from there.

Is being a published author with your work in the world different than you anticipated?
I think it’s always odd when your work is out there and no longer just yours – people are free to put their own interpretation on it, which can sometimes be very different to what you intended! I think the biggest difference now though and when my first book came out is the ubiquity of social media means it’s easier to see what people are saying about you, which can be a little nerve-wracking! But generally the reviews have been great, so that’s a relief.

What is your writing process like?
I start by sketching ideas out in longhand then do at least a couple of full longhand drafts before typing it up. It then gets another couple of drafts and gets sent to beta readers for feedback, and then gets another couple of drafts after that. So it’s quite labour intensive!

A dating agency for vampires is quite intriguing to say the least. How did this idea come to you?
I think when I wrote the original short story, it was specifically around the idea of speed dating – I thought it would be fun to see how an old vampire coped with that very modern phenomenon compared with the traditional idea of stalking and seducing victims that you see in books like Dracula. It grew from there organically to support the needs of the story.

Would you personally date a vampire?
Not one that killed people! Plus I tend to get very chilly, so the idea of cuddling up to a cold creature would put me off a little… then again, I do have a massive crush on Eric from True Blood, so clearly I’m not against the idea completely!

Have you ever encountered a paranormal creature?
No, which is a good thing as I am a massive coward. I’d probably drop dead of shock if I ever saw anything like a ghost.

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EXCERPT

SO, WE’VE all seen Buffy, right? I mean, you didn’t pick this up because the shop was out of Jane Austen and this looked like the next best thing. It’s just that this story will go a whole lot faster if I don’t have to spend too much time convincing you of the whole ‘they walk among us’ scenario, and we can all just accept it and move on.

Don’t believe me? Just look around you. OK, not so much if you’re sitting reading this on the sofa on a Sunday night – though that might not be a bad idea. Was that a shadow I saw there? (Made you look, right?) But if you’re sitting on the bus or the tube or in the office canteen, take a good look around you and tell me, hand on heart, that everyone you see is 100% human. You’re honestly saying you’ve never wondered? Look at them. Really look. Properly, go on, risk it, they won’t be paying any attention to you anyway; they’re too busy trying to pass as normal. Come on, don’t some of them look a little… undead, maybe? Witchy? A little less than normal? A bit… Other?

Of course, it’s easier for me. I’m what you’d call – if you were in a generous mood and we’d got past all the denial and the labels like ‘nutter’, ‘delusionist’ and ‘freak’ – a Sensitive. With a capital S, if you don’t mind, because I didn’t go through all this crap for all these years to be lower case. What’s a Sensitive? Well, it’s probably easier to tell you what it’s not. I can’t give you the lottery numbers or put you in touch with your dead aunty Betty, and you won’t see me doing mindreading tricks on TV anytime soon. But I can walk into a room and know it’s haunted. I can look into someone’s eyes and know they are a bad, bad person, even if I’ll never be able to articulate why. What it means, in a nutshell, is that when you look at the woman with the saggy grey skin and the cracked fingernails and the slightly red eyes and you’re wondering if, now that I mention it, there isn’t something a little weird about her, or if she’s just another zoned out commuter, one of life’s lost losers with more on her plate to worry about than skincare and a manicure, I would know. Don’t ask me how. I don’t understand the physics or the history of it – as far as I’m aware, I come from a long line of Normals, with nary a sixth sense between them, but there’s no one left anymore I can ask. Like most people I’ve got my own backstory but I’m not sure I know you well enough yet to share. But trust me on this one thing – I’d know. It’s not her, by the way. It’s the guy at the back in the suit.

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I’m in my office. As these things go, it’s quite a nice office – small, of course, because I’m always on a budget, but well-located and tastefully if slightly blandly furnished. The windows may only look out onto the other side of the street, but they are large and let in a lot of light. Not now, of course, because this meeting, like most of my work, is taking place at night.

“So, tell me a little about yourself.”

He’s nervous, but that’s not unusual: most first timers are. Scared of what they’re telling me, scared of what I’ll say, scared that this is all some elaborate set up and I am biding my time, waiting to spring a trap. He folds and refolds his pale hands in his lap, looking up at me through an unfairness of lashes that are as long and dark as a girl’s.

“Um, I like the cinema. Westerns, action movies. I like Clint Eastwood. The older ones.”

I nod, my professional smile glued firmly in place. Though my Sense is buzzing slightly, it’s not in alarm: there’s nothing here to worry about except that, in his anxiety, he might knock something over and break it.

“OK, that’s good. Anything else?”

“Books. History books.”

I nod again, encouraging. I have his file open beside me – despite being a few months shy of my 29th birthday, I’m fairly old school in some ways and I like to do everything in hard copy first – and he’s looking at my pen like it’s some sort of weapon. Then again, it is silver, so that’s not an entirely incorrect assumption.

“OK. How old are you, exactly?”

“Um, do I have to say… exactly?”

I try my best to look unthreatening, but I’ve been holding this ‘harmless and professional’ smile so long that my face is starting to hurt, slightly.

“A ballpark figure usually helps.”

His head bobs, as if accepting the reasonableness of this, then he runs a slightly shaking hand over his face. He’s not quite handsome – there’s an almost crooked slant to his features – but he’s not unattractive, with boyish looks and skin so smooth you could believe he had never had to shave.

“OK. Um… 60. About 60.”

It’s my turn to nod: I’m not surprised, that’s the age I tend to cater for. Not so old to be stuck in their ways, not so young they don’t need me. I make another note on my file, and he winces at the sound of the pen scratching on paper.

“And do you have a particular type of person you’d be interested in?”

“A girl, obviously.” A short, embarrassed laugh. “Well, not obviously, these days, I suppose. But yes, a girl. Blonde, or brunette or… well, it doesn’t matter. Colour… of skin, I mean… that doesn’t matter, either. But maybe… a bit older? I mean, older than I look?”

I laugh kindly, still trying to put him at ease, though I am starting to think that particular task is beyond me. No wonder he needs my help.

“I’m sure we can find a nice cougar for you.”

I’m not sure he understands my terminology, but like a puppy he is soothed by my tone, and he nods again in sheer relief that this part of his ordeal is over. Part of me is wondering how he managed to stay alive at all over the last few decades. He watches me fill in his form as if I am signing his death warrant – a not uncommon reaction. They tend not to like things being written down.

“Anything else?”

He pauses, frowns, then licks his lips, before leaning forward slightly as if confiding a terrible, embarrassing secret.

“Um… O positive?”

I nodded and made a note.

UK link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Dates-Cassandra-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B007RH5PF4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1341315028&sr=1-1
US link: http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Dates-Cassandra-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B007RH5PF4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1341315140&sr=8-1&keywords=Tracey+sinclair
Blog: http://bodyofageekgoddess.blogspot.co.uk
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13581175-dark-dates
Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeqVWLfc0fs

BIO: Tracey Sinclair works as freelance copywriter, editor and legal directories consultant. A diverse and slightly wandering career has included writing factsheets for small businesses, creating web content for law firms, subtitling film and TV and editing one of the UK’s largest legal directories. A keen blogger, she regularly writes for online theatre site Exeunt and science fiction site Unleash the Fanboy and her blog Body of a Geek Goddess was shortlisted in the Cosmopolitan Blogger Awards 2011. Her work has been published in a number of magazines and anthologies and her short play Bystanders was premiered in 2011 as part of the CP Players New Writing Season at Baron’s Court Theatre, London. She has published two small press books (Doll and No Love is This, both Kennedy & Boyd) and is now dipping a toe in the digital self-publishing world with her new urban fantasy novel, Dark Dates.

BLURB: All Cassandra Bick wants is to be left to get on with doing her job. But when you’re a Sensitive whose business is running a dating agency for vampires, life is never going to be straightforward – especially when there’s a supernatural war brewing in London, a sexy new bloodsucker in town and your mysterious, homicidal and vampire hating ex-lover chooses this moment to reappear in your life…

Witty, sharp and entertaining, Dark Dates is a heady mix of vampires, witches and werewolves – with the occasional angel thrown in – and introduces Cassandra Bick, a likeable heroine destined to join the ranks of fantasy’s feistiest females.

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But wait, there’s more that Megan forgot when she originally posted this story! Tracey provided us with one eBook copy – Mobi or PDF – to give away to one lucky Book Brats winner! The contest is open internationally until October 14th, so entry today!

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