Before I go about posting the short stories and vignettes in the Port Carmila world, it’s important to start at the beginning, so here’s the story that started everything, revised and glammed-up with a shiny new cover!
(If you want rambling on humour and friendship in narrative, go look at the other blog.)
Vendors: free via Smashwords (all formats, but Smashwords PDF is not recommended; please download mine below), Kobo, Apple (epub)
Epub ISBN: 9781311283115
Word count: 26 000 words (plus bonus vignette)
Note: Yet another present-tense book. This is an extremely revised and extended version of the original story, which is still up on my old LiveJournal should anyone care to Google. (I don’t recommend it: this edition has more awesome ladies and far fewer comma faults.) Please don’t expect them to be all that similar beyond plot: the original was written before I knew the characters all that well, and it shows. Also, it is my intention that Death be a free read everywhere, but Amazon won’t allow me to do it.
Credits: Cover typeset in Idolwild by pizzadude.dk. Vector zombie image by OpenClips. Much gratitude to the old LiveJournal gang for their brilliant levels of encouragement, enthusiasm and commentary.
Blurb: Welcome to Port Carmila, population 15, 725. Half that count isn’t even human, and that’s not including feral zombies, ghouls and ghosts, mostly because they don’t stand still long enough for counting. It’s a melting pot of the living, the immortal, and the dead … where death means you still have to pay the rent, the merfolk are experts in tax evasion, everybody hates the corny Dead Centre of Australia T-shirts sold at the tourist information centre, and the local police encourage you to carry a weapon at all times, regardless of legality. Sometimes the zombies aren’t your much-loved next-door neighbours…
When Steve Nakamura is dared—after a long-standing Port Carmila tradition—to seduce a vampire in return for his birthday present, he thinks it will be easy. Scrub up, find a hot undead girl who won’t care that he’ll start shambling the moment he stops breathing, kiss her, earn enough money for a new car stereo. Simple, if he doesn’t mind losing a little blood in the process. The cute and anxious Abe Browning, however, is surely undead and just as surely not a girl, and, as it turns out, that’s the last thing Steve needs to worry about when it comes to hooking up with vampires…
Genre: Comedic paranormal queer romance between a gay cis vampire and a pansexual DMAB person whose grasp on sex and gender is, well, fluid.
Content warnings: Fantastical racism (lifeism), actual racism, magic with rape overtones, uses of homophobic slurs and recollections of homophobia. The treatment of the undead in this story is absolutely a metaphor for civil rights. Yes, I poke fun at the vampire literary canon. This is the kind of setting where people use slurs, but they’re generally (not always) used in an accepting kind of way in an environment where most don’t take offense.
Links: If you ever want to know what it is Johanna and Izzy text Jack and Phil while Steve’s dancing with Abe, I just might reveal that and much more text-message ridiculousness at Texts From Port Carmila (over on Tumblr).