Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Then we pull into the gas station, where sun shines off the pumps and the few decorative trees shiver a bit in the light wind. A landscaping truck is pulled beside the air pump; men stand about and talk. A white-haired woman holds her cash card, hesitant before fitting it to the slot. Pumping gas: a few minutes of stillness, a moment to let the world around sink in while there's nothing else to do.
Except now, when I open my door, I'm blasted with talk. Gas station TVs, commercials talking at me, media overload, loud voices crashing over the vibration of leaves.
I do not like this innovation.
The men who lean against the truck, cross their legs comfortably and laugh with each other. They're far enough away not to hear. I want to smother the TV; I want to feel the sun instead.
Monday, December 5, 2011
I was very happy to hear that my vampire novel was selected as reviewer's choice for December at Two Lips Reviews, where the reviewer had this to say:
"Beside the Darker Shore is different. It is not your usual vampire tale. There is no sex in the book, per se, but it is one of the most powerfully sensual books I have read. When humans offer their blood to vampires, the eroticism of the bloodletting has no need for sex.
"While there are villains in Beside the Darker Shore, they are not the stereotypical villains of vampire novels. There was no right or wrong. There is an air of 'what is best for me' for each character. ... For the pain each of these men brings to the other, it is hard to dislike any of them. Each is fighting for what he believes ...these are characters that have not left my mind since I finished the book."
For the complete review, as well as other novels up as reviewer's choice, visit
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Who is your favorite vampire? TV, movie, or novel; female or male; sensually delicious or savagely cruel?
I’ve researched a number of vampire polls to find out which vampires were most popular. Some listed vampires I’d never heard of; many listed the vampires of recent TV shows and movies. But the name that came up most was still Lestat.
Take a look at the long list of vampires I’ve gathered from recent polls. Tell me who your favorite is and you’ll be entered into a drawing for a free paperback of my own vampire novel, Beside the Darker Shore.
I’m eager to see which vampires have stolen our hearts in 2011.
Alphabetical listing of famous vampires in books, movies, and TV—the characters or the actors who portrayed them (*alphabetical by first name):
Alex O'Loughlin (Moonlight) (suggested by P.L. Parker--thank you!)
Amadeo in Theater des Vampires
Bram Stoker’s Dracula
Brian Lumley’s Wamphyri
AU Carlisle Cullen (from Lifetime Prelude and Blood Bank, not from Twilight)
Christian (Lost Souls)
Count Dracula (legend)
Count von Count (Sesame Street)
Countess Elizabeth Bathory of Hungary
Juan R. Caraccioli
Lestat de Lioncourt (Cruise or Stuart Townsend)
Marius de Romanus
Max Schreck (Nosferatu)
Michael Jason Patrick
Mick St. John
Pam De Beaufort
Sillah (Lost Souls)
Thomas Ian Griffith (Jan Valek)
Udo Kier (Andy Warhol’s)
Vampires from Embraced, Julien and Lillie
Vampires from Kindred (game and series)
Vlad the Impaler
Yutte Stensgarde (Camilla)
Monday, July 18, 2011
Desire Exposed to the Public Eye
Falling in love is a good thing, or so we generally believe. Desire motivates us, charges our lives, and the fulfillment of it is an ultimate goal. But what happens when someone’s desire falls out of the norm, when the person he or she loves poses an ethical quandary? Worse, what happens when that person is a public official whose life is open to scrutiny and subject to society’s expectations?
In Beside the Darker Shore (Patricia J. Esposito, Eternal Press, 2011) Boston’s peaceful community of vampires is thriving. Blood sales are up, blood taxes support a thriving new nightlife, neighborhoods have been refurbished, and deaths by vampires have plummeted. The conscientious and ethical Governor David Gedden is assured reelection.
However, the blood addict, Stephen Salando has returned from exile with one unalterable plan: to turn the good governor into a vampire. Stephen is an immortal dhampir, whose beauty obliterates reason, who rouses in David a fierce desire he’s ignored his whole life.
What might the ethical Governor David Gedden give up for one man’s exquisite beauty? What does he owe his public? For David to have Stephen, he must ally with the community's archrival. To have him, he must become a potential killer himself. What does he owe himself for a chance at love?
Patricia J. Esposito has been a writer of edgy paranormal fiction for most of her life, but always knew she had a romantic heart. Her most recent fiction and poetry reflect that enduring quest for love and joy beneath the human struggle. She’s had numerous stories and poems published in anthologies, such as Apparitions and Lights of Love, and magazines, including Rose and Thorn, Karamu, Not One of Us, Hungur, Sounds of the Night, Midnight Street, Byline, and Clean Sheets. Her fiction has received honorable mentions in “year’s best” anthologies and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Long-time married to the “boy-next-door,” she has two daughters and works at home as a copy editor, when she’s not off exploring the intoxicating realms of the imagination and chasing the muse.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Commas surrounding interior phrases and clauses are often left out of works, most often one being used and not the other, such as in this example, which I had to read twice:
Although the period was a time of renewal for the country, during the Restoration battles along the front line continued.
On first reading, I had thought “Restoration” was being used as an adjective to describe “battles,” and anticipated “during the Restoration battles … something something something happened…” Instead, “Restoration” was intended as a noun here, to mean, during this time period, battles continued. A comma after it, would have helped immensely:
Although the period was a time of renewal for the country, during the Restoration, battles along the front line continued.
A comma following an introductory phrase is often omitted, leaving the reader unsure where the break in thought is. Often the last word of the clause can be read as an adjective to describe the next word. And, again, the sentence has to be read twice.
When the queen relinquished her crown jewels scattered the stone path of her exit.
On first reading, I read “her crown jewels” as a phrase, meaning the jewels of her crown. Then there was no subject for “scattered” and I had to read again. A comma following an introductory clause clarifies where the opening thought ends and the following thought begins:
When the queen relinquished her crown, jewels scattered the stone path of her exit.
This is not to say that a sentence can’t be complex. Faulkner is one of my favorite authors. This passage, from Absalom! Absalom! is long and difficult conceptually, but it is perfectly clear syntactically due to proper comma use:
Perhaps I couldn’t even have wanted more than that, couldn’t have accepted less, who even at nineteen must have known that living is one constant and perpetual instant when the arras-veil before what-is-to-be hangs docile and even glad to the lightest naked thrust if we had dared, were brave enough (not wise enough: no wisdom needed here) to make the rending gash. Or perhaps it is no lack of courage either: not cowardice which will not face that sickness somewhere at the prime foundation of this factual scheme from which the prisoner soul, miasmal-distillant, wroils ever upward sunward, tugs its tenuous prisoner arteries and veins and prisoning in its turn that spark, that dream which, as the globy and complete instant of its freedon mirrors and repeats (repeats? creates, reduces to a fragile evanescent iridescent sphere) all of space and time and massy earth, relicts the seething and anonymous miasmal mass which in all the years of time has taught itself no boon of death but only how to recreate, renew; and dies, is gone, vanished: nothing-- but is that true wisdom which can comprehend that there is a might-have-been which is more true than truth, from which the dreamer, waking, says not ‘Did I but dream?’ but rather says, indicts high heaven’s very self with: ‘Why did I wake since waking I shall never sleep again?’
Saturday, June 18, 2011
The block was full of kids ranging from me and my best friend Anne, the youngest, to older brothers and sisters, in their late teens and early twenties. None of us could really afford the chocolate shakes. I'd stare at the picture as I counted dimes. One day, my brother was there, watching us in line. He must have seen me counting, figuring, looking disappointed, because he got up off the curb and said, "What do you want? My treat."
I was afraid to say the shake, but he guessed it and said, that's fine, and he pulled what looked like a fortune to me from his pocket. I'm sure it wasn't, but slicing a dollar bill from what looked like tens and twenties had my eyes open wide. He worked. He was older. From that day on, if he was ever around when the ice cream man came, he'd jog over and buy me a shake.
That wasn't his only magic. He let me play in his bedroom when he was out. He had swords and daggers hanging on his walls, medieval wall hangings, a spiked flail hanging over his pillow. And he had a wall of model cars. I didn't take anything down, I just touched things gently, and then lay on his bed and made up stories. I liked cars and dolls equally as a kid; I liked swords and easy-bake-ovens. He encouraged my imagination in what others might have dissuaded.
And he was an artist, is an artist. He'd let me watch him draw. I'd sit at the kitchen table and watch the array of pencils bring out shadow and light to form trees and mountains and cabins and our own small house in a little street.
He's taken to going on vacations with my family now. And I tell him he has to bring his paints and canvases. It takes him nearly the entire week to get up inspiration, and then he sighs and unwraps the canvas and sets out the paint jars and palette. I wonder if he's doing it just because I'm waiting. We bring home at least two small canvases, little things he says aren't worth anything.
I love them. I have two of his large paintings hanging in my house, along with the little things. I still have the sketches he drew me when I was kid, even the fire engines he helped me draw for a school project. He'll be retiring soon, and I told him he has to come out more often, have dinner with us. He and Gary are very good friends. Maybe we'll go out for ice cream, and maybe I'll order the biggest dish!
Older brothers can be magic to a younger sister. I wonder sometimes how much he's responsible for my opinions of men and my underlying belief they're good guys.