Thursday, August 29, 2013

Deadly Liaisons PRINT Pre-order

Info about the Deadly Liaisons series can me found HERE. (Watch the book trailer--I paid $20 for it.)

This is the ordering page for Deadly Liaisons print volume 1.  The book is 168 pages and consists of the first three stories in the Deadly Liaisons series.

The pre-order period for autographed copies is from now to 9-15. They do not cost any more than non-signed copies. On 9-15 I will order the books from the printer and ship them to you as soon as I get them. *Update: I've ordered a dozen books. I have a few extras if you would like an autographed copy. Buttons to order are at the bottom of the page. The book costs $7.50. Packing and shipping will be $3.25 if you order an autographed copy.

The book is being printed by Amazon Create Space.  The reason I went with this printer is not because I feel they turn out the best product (they dont), but because I want to be able to offer this book to the reader at the lowest cost possible. Createspace is cheap, but it's not perfect. While the book is well put together (its not going to fall apart) and the interior is almost perfect, the cover is not ideal. It looks great from a few feet away but slightly blurry close up (still completely readable though). The spine is also not perfectly aligned to the cover art. I have spoken to Createspace at length and fought with my graphics for hours and what the solution boils down to is, "use our covers if you want it to look good." I think I will take imperfect graphics over a generic/badly designed cover.

Sadly other printers cost more than twice as much per copy, meaning if I wanted any money at all from my books I would have to charge you an arm and a leg, and then only like, one person would buy my book and I will have wasted god knows how many hours designing this thing. :-) So I hope you will forgive my imperfect cover, so beautifully designed but poorly executed.

If you are a bookseller and would like to buy multiple copies, send me an email ( and we can work out a discount price.  Otherwise, order below:

Autographed Copy (USA only. Shipping late September) $7.50 + $3.25 s&h
Non-autographed copy (shipping now) $7.50 + $3.49 s&h

Non-autographed copy @ Amazon main store $7.13 + s&h
AMAZON  (note--I'll make more $ per copy if you buy directly from me or Createspace.  The book is available at overseas amazon stores as well--just do a search for "Leigh Wilder Deadly Liaisons")

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Vampires to Inspire

Guess what I've never seen? The Vampire Diaries. Or Trueblood. I'm not much of a fan for any vampire movie that's come out in the last ten years either, when it comes to that. I take my inspiration from the vampires of my youth, so to speak. I read all of LJ Smith's vampire books, and Christopher Pike's, and the lovely Anne Rice. I memorized The Lost Boys and you should see my Buffy scrap book, which I carried religiously for 4 years of high school.  Below is a list of vampires I consider the cream of the crop, which have definitely shaped how I write vampires.

None of these vampires are guilt-ridden, non-murdering, pitiful drama-queens
 like a lot of other vampires you may know. They have accepted their undead status and glorify in it.

Angelus (Buffy)
Not Angel--he's a pansy. Angelus.  No one does sadistic the way Angelus does.  Fond of torturing women into insanity before turning them into vampires, Angelus loves mind games. He is best known for horrifying audiences by killing Jenny Calender and traumatizing Giles with her dead body.  Also for turning Spike into a cuckold by getting it on with his lady.

David (The Lost Boys)
Keifer Sutherland plays a vampire that just wants to have fun and kill shit. He is the original Teenaged Vampire, a real embodiment of youth and immortality. Best known for practical jokes involving maggots, hanging out with a bunch of dudes at the beach and pulling off a mullet.  (No, this movie isn't gay at all....)  David takes having fun with your lack of conscience and immortality to new levels.

Claudia (Interview with the Vampire)
Played by 12 year old Kirsten Dunst in the movie Interview with the Vampire, this character was only like, 6 years old in the books when she was turned into a vampire. She takes creepy and wrong to new levels in her relationship with Louis, which is why I love her. Best known for keeping corpses as pets and the repetitive murder of her sire (unfortunately it's Lestat, and the man cannot be killed).  Claudia makes you feel not quite right about things even when you love her.

Evil Vampire Willow (Buffy)
AU Willow plays the role of psychotic sexual master so very, very nicely. Her one track mind of torture and fun are an inspiration to all that know her. Best known for being bisexual (and very into the idea of having sex with herself) and her one-liners like "Bored now" and "In my world there are people in chains and we ride them like ponies."  You can't get any kinkier than this and get away with it on television.

Dracula (Bram Stoker's Dracula)
Gary Oldman really brought sexy back to a tired tale. Dracula is the longest lasting literary vampire to date (fun fact--the first literary vampire, Carmilla, was a lesbian) and the vampire on which all vampires are based. They just don't keep making him movies because he's public domain--he was the first "sexy" monster after all. Best known for keeping multiple wives and stalking teenage girls.  He is classy and classic.

Lestat (Interview with the Vampire)
Lestat is a vampire among vampires, the most powerful, impossible to kill and impossible to resist.  Despite being only a few hundred years old he's fed off of every ancient and important vampire in his universe. The biggest Mary Sue ever written. Not that anyone cares.  Best known for being overtly gay, turning his mother into a vampire (Freud would have a field day), and becoming a rock star. Lestat is the embodiment of flamboyancy and everything that's right about being a vampire.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

The Copyright Post

Copyright. The fanfic writer's worst enemy. (And, I suppose, the plagiarists, but they are assholes and we don't like them.)  For the record, I am no expert on the subject, I've just read about it a lot when I do things like decide to write Alice and Wonderland porn. If you're not 100% sure about the legalities of using something in your work either find someone who IS an expert...or maybe let the idea rest for now.

This article is based on US copyright. I'm not familiar with the copyright laws in other countries, but I think most are very similar.

Basic Rules
Works created prior to 1923 are considered public domain. Any works produced after that year are considered public domain 70 years after the death of the original creator.

What Can be Copyrighted?
Any work of art, literature, or music. Titles, names of characters, words, and phrases can not be copyrighted, meaning if you want to name your book after your favorite Beatles song, you can. These things can be trademarked though, so make sure you double-check.  A specific arrangement of a song, as far as I know, cannot be copyrighted.

How to Copyright
You don't have to "purchase" a copyright anywhere. As soon as you create something it legally belongs to you. The best way to assure that you can legally prove a piece belongs to you is to have it date stamped in some way. In the old days the best way to do this was to mail your manuscript to yourself and not open the envelope, that way you would have a sealed document dated by the government.  Nowadays we have computers. When you make a file the date it was made is encrypted into it.  (You can email it to yourself if you want too--also great for keeping backups.)

Public Domain
Works written prior to 1923 are public domain, as well as works where the copyright has lapsed. These works can be used and abused without fear of being sued.  This means you can re-write as much classic literature into zombie porn as you want and no one can do anything except tell you its in bad taste. This applies to art, music, and film as well, meaning you can use these things for covers and promotional material with no problems. (Mind you, while a song might be in public domain, a specific recording may not be.)

Creative Commons
This is a piece of work (literature, art, music, film) that is NOT in the public domain, but is still legal to use, usually with restrictions, like you have to attribute the artist or you're not allowed to use it to make money. When in doubt, check with the original creator.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

New Release: Bloodlines

Bloodlines will be live in about 24 hours.  As soon as it is available I will post links.  IS LIVE!!!


Love, love, love this story. It has the feels for reals. And check out my lovely book trailer for the series.

As you know, book 1, Drain Me Dry is free in many markets (click here for a list). As a treat I'm reducing the price of Addicted to the Bite to 99 cents on Amazon and it will be FREE on Smashwords from the 15th to the 22nd.

Bloodlines Synopsis:
Damian owes his immortal life to his sire Marcello, and now he owes him money too.  To pay his debts Damian must board the Bloodlines Cruise Ship, which will sail to international waters where there is no law against turning humans into vampires. He must share his blood with one of Marcello's 'guests'--humans paying large amounts of money for the chance at immortality. Damian doesn't want to turn a stranger into a vampire. He doesn't know what he wants.

Jamie-boy is pissed off. Damian refuses to admit his love for Jamie-boy, and he begins to question whether or not it exists at all. To make it worse, Damian has been taken away by his beautiful sire for ten whole days. Jamie-boy doesn't give himself a chance to feel alone though, because an incubus named Trent is more than willing to be his new friend.

Loyalties and love are tested in this latest installment of the Deadly Liaisons series.

(Contains m/m sex, BDSM, violence)

Summer was coming to an end and the beginnings of fall chill stirred in the air once the sun went down. Jamie-boy was wearing a pair of very short cut-offs and a baggy black sweatshirt. He liked to wear as little clothing as possible around Damian because he liked the reaction he got from the old vampire. Somehow it was like the era of shorts and mini-skirts had never happened in Damian’s mind, because Jamie-boy often caught him staring at scantily clad people in public.

They walked up together. Jamie-boy was proud to be at the side of the city’s most important vampire. Everyone loved Damian, and he belonged to him. Everyone they passed in the bar would stop to look at them and say hello—sometimes Damian spent half the night just greeting people.

“Evening Damian,” the vampire working the door, Veronica, said.

“Everything going well tonight?” he asked.

“Lover’s Walk was late, but they’re setting up now,” she said, referring to the first decent band Damian had ever managed to book. As she and Damian spoke Jamie-boy’s attention wandered. His eyes scanned the street and grew wide at the large antique limousine driving towards them. It ignored the curb, pulling up onto the sidewalk in front of the door. Jamie-boy jumped and Damian pulled him back out of the way as it rolled to a stop feet from where they stood.

The vehicle had a giant chrome grill and round, buggy looking headlights resting on the front fenders. A large silver swan rested primly at the end of the hood. It was the kind of limousine Damian would ride in if Damian rode in a limo, which he never would. Grand displays were not a part of Damian’s personality. To Jamie-boy it was part of what made him so comfortable to be around. He could be ostentatious if he wanted to, but he wasn't. Aside from his car and the occasional suit worn to the bar he looked like everyone else, only his calm authority raising him a step above the other vampires in New Franklin.

The driver got out and opened the back door. A pinstriped leg stepped out of the limo, followed by the rest of a three piece suit and a silver-topped cane. The person connected to all this grandeur had to be a vampire, otherwise he was a kid younger than Jamie-boy with a real superiority complex.

The vampire was about Jamie-boy’s height, slim in the well-fitted suit and blood red tie. His dark chestnut hair fell loose around his shoulders and only his clothing gave away his gender. His face was androgynous and perfect with full lips, high cheekbones and dark eyes like pools of ink. He was too perfect to be real, beyond the celestial beauty Jamie-boy thought of when he looked at Damian. If Damian was an angel, this vampire was a god.

Jamie-boy glanced up at Damian. His blue eyes were locked onto the new stranger, who seemed to float across the sidewalk like he weighed nothing. “Damian?” Jamie-boy questioned. His vampire lover ignored him.

“Marcello. What are you doing here?” Damian demanded of the stranger.

"What? No 'hello, I missed you so?' I'm hurt."

"No you aren't," Damian. "Seriously, what are you doing here?" Jamie-boy looked at Damian, at the stranger and back to Damian again. His gaze on Marcello (whoever he was) was intense and unwavering. The stranger only raised his eyebrows, making Damian sigh with the same exasperation he often gave Jamie-boy. "Fine. Hello. I missed you so."

"That's better. So this is what my money paid for?" he asked, looking over the front of the building and it's shabby, smoke-stained bricks. Jamie-boy immediately felt defensive of the bar he had grown to love. The front door was beautiful heavy oak and the stained glass windows glowed with light from within. He thought it looked old-fashioned and lovely. This vampire didn't seem impressed.

"Damian," Jamie-boy said, grabbing at his hand.

"Not now Jamie-boy. Go inside, I'll be right there."

Jamie-boy pulled away, hurt. Veronica gave him a sympathetic nod as he went inside. He didn't like knowing that Damian was often with other people (humans mostly, as a precursor to a meal), but he always knew that he was the favorite. He spent more nights with Damian than without him, even if it was just a short hello before he went in to work the night shift at the Taco King. But this Marcello was different. Damian watched him like he was everything. Maybe he was. “It’s nothing,” Jamie-boy tried to convince himself. “Just because he’s so beautiful doesn't mean anything.”

Monday, August 12, 2013

Good Art, Bad Art, and Amanda Palmer

Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra. The guy in the
boxers is Chad--he looks just like Jamie-boy, for the record.
Last Monday I decided, as a depressed crazy person, to do something properly crazy for once in my life.  I bought a non-refundable bus ticket I couldn't afford and went to NYC to see Amanda Palmer play at Lincoln Center.  I went by myself and slept on the couch of a complete stranger that night and the scariest part was deciding to do it. Once I was there it wasn't scary at all.

But this isn't a "look at my amazing vacation" blog post. I do have a point.  I'm even going to talk about writing eventually.

First, if you don't know who Amanda Palmer is, you need to fix that.  She's kinda rock-pop-cabaret-everything. She plays the piano and the ukulele, often only 1/2 clothed. She doesn't believe in shaving her pits.  Her music is beautiful and emotional and true. Some people find her off-putting because she's so brash and wears her heart on her sleeve (and they don't understand what she's trying to say), but I wish I could do what she does and be the kind of person that she is.

So the point. Right.  At the show Amanda sang two songs that I want to talk about.  The first one is not one of my favorites by any means, but it makes a point. She wrote it as a response to the existence of Lady Gaga a few years ago. Its called "Gaga, Palmer, Madonna: A Polemic."   In this song Amanda talks about how "art is great: you can do anything--you can make pop music, you can paint ducks" and that "art is simple, just ask Andy Warhol." As a rule I don't like 95% of pop music and I think Andy Warhol is kind of...weird and unoriginal (I've seen one of his pieces IRL--it was giant wooden boxes painted like Brillo Pad packaging and I was all "I don't think he's trying to say anything....") BUT what it breaks down to is--Andy Warhol or Lady Gaga, they are artists, and while they might not be what I consider good artists, that's not really the point. 

The other song I want to talk about is fucking amazing and one of my favorites.  It's called "Ukulele Anthem" and it talks about Sid Vicious and John Lennon and how if Lizzie Borden had been able to express herself musically she wouldn't have axed her parents.  The song is about making art, and how it enriches the world because making art is more important than anything. "It takes about an hour to teach someone to play the ukulele, about the same as teaching someone to build a standard pipe bomb--you do the math!" she sings at one point.  Art is important. Art is the whole reason we are people instead of animals, and this song is saying, it doesn't matter if you can't make art well--the point is you need to do it.  

Good art takes years of practice, dedication, skill and talent. But making bad art is fine too, because it's all about passion and being alive.  "Stop pretending art is hard: limit yourself to three chords and do not practice daily," Amanda suggests. She's right--good art is hard, but art doesn't have to be good to be worthwhile, and even if you don't have the time or the inclination to dedicate every moment of your life to mastering something doesn't mean you shouldn't do it. Ten years ago I had a great singing voice. Now I don't spend 2 hours a day in choir rehearsals so it's not so great anymore, but I should still sing and not be ashamed of singing in public (mostly I sing only when I'm home alone) because I love to sing even though it's bad.

I admit that I can be mean sometimes. I bitch about bad writing a lot, and while it's fine that I don't like it, sometimes I say these bad artists (especially Stephanie Meyer and E L James) shouldn't be creating their art.  And that's wrong. 

They should be able to write as much bad sparkle porn as they want.  I'd rather I didn't have to see it, and I sure as hell am going to be mad and jealous when they make millions of dollars with their books while I make $75 a month, but to say they shouldn't do it is mean.  Make as much bad art as you want, and if, for some bizarre reason the world wants to see it, good for you. And good does come out of bad art.  For example, when Twilight came out all of L. J. Smith's excellent teenage vampire romances from the '90's went back into print and she got a bunch of TV show money with Vampire Diaries.

And when E. L. James' terrible self-published porn went big I looked at my own work and thought, "Fuck. I'm 50 times better than this--I need to get out there and share my work too." And now I get $75 per month that I didn't have before doing what makes me happy--writing sappy gay vampire erotica. And people love it and tell me they love it and they feel for my characters and that makes me feel so good inside. Because I'm a depressed crazy person and being an artist is the only thing that has ever mattered to me.

So I'm going to try to not make fun of bad art so much. It's not fair and it's mean. Make as much bad art as you want. It's healthy and liberating and free.