Night Owl Reviews Spring Fling Scavenger Hunt!

Greetings, Gentles,

I’ve got a treat for you. I’m one of the sponsors of the Night Owl Reviews Spring Fling Scavenger Hunt.

During this event, I’m going to help you find some great new books. Make sure to check out my featured title, The Blood Waltz, along the way.

The grand prize is a $100 Amazon Gift Card. There will be over 90 winners. The prize pool is $850!

A truly Black Friday

I lost one of my BFFs today.

Sweet Josh, a.k.a. Big Sexy, passed away this afternoon at 19 years of age, due to kidney failure. He was my son’s childhood pet and one of the sweetest, coolest cats ever. He is sorely missed.


We adopted Josh as a kitten when we lived in Nashville and my son was in first grade. Josh was the strong, silent type – he didn’t meow, rarely said anything, but his eyes and his body language spoke volumes, even when one of his eyes started to go bad. (His right eye – you can see in the photo at the top of this post that it doesn’t look right.)

Josh would beg at the table by standing on his hind legs and gently tapping my arm with his paw. Of course, I indulged him – as did my father when he came over to work on my house when we lived in Alabama. He would make a sandwich and share some of the sliced lunch meat with his “little lunch buddy.” After we moved away, sometimes when I spoke with him on the phone, he would ask, “How’s my little lunch buddy?” Josh also liked spaghetti and anything from Taco Bell.


Josh was a trooper – he moved with us from Tennessee, to Alabama, to Florida, to Pennsylvania, without much complaint (unlike Morticia, who complains about nearly everything). He was such a sweet little guy. I hope he has been reunited with his old friend Rufus, who passed away in 2009.


Farewell, sweet furry friend. I will hold you forever in my heart.

Muscle Squirrels of Philadelphia

“Muscle squirrels” was what a guy I dated long ago called squirrels that “come right up to you and demand to be fed.” I made my first visit ever to Philadelphia recently and encountered a park-full of these cute little guys in Washington Square. They would run up to you and, if you pointed your finger at them, they would stand up on their hind legs and beg! I hadn’t seen so many squirrels since I visited the Yale campus to do research for The Visconti Devils – and I live in Squirrel Hill, so I am used to seeing a lot of them, naturally!



Philadelphia’s City Hall is truly impressive and looks like something you would expect to see in France, not Pennsylvania. For many years, no one was allowed to build anything that was taller than the statue of William Penn at the highest pinnacle, but they have scrapped that now.


I had never seen a bison gargoyle until I saw this building. They don’t build ’em like this any more!


We spent four hours at the Philadelphia Museum of Art and saw only the top floor. They have a lot of knight armour and weapons (have you noticed there is always at least one sword fight in all my novels?) and architectural pieces from churches and cathedrals in Europe, particularly France. No, I did not run up the steps a la Rocky – by the time we got there, we had been walking all day already – limping up the steps was more like it.

And I will never, ever, ever, even if I live to be 100, rent an Airbnb room again. I rented what was advertised as “an artist’s studio” in the old town – cute little 200-year-old house on a tiny alley – what the host did not mention was that his roommate(s) were going to be there, and they threw the loudest, most obnoxious party I have ever heard, blaring music and screaming non-stop for FIVE HOURS. No kidding – they burst in, probably fresh from a bar, at 11:00 p.m. and the screaming and blaring did not let up until after 4:00 a.m., when finally a neighbour complained. There was no lock on the door to the room where I was trying (unsuccessfully) to sleep, and at one point someone tried to come in and I yelled at them to get out. The rest of the night, I lay there, afraid that a couple of drunks would burst into my room and land on top of me as I lay in bed. Worst night I’ve had since I lived in Tallahassee and was awakened at 3:00 a.m. by a police shootout outside.

One of these days, I’ll have to visit Philadelphia again to see some more of what I missed, but no Airbnb for me, thank you very much.

Alice Hoffman at the Carnegie Library!


I was thrilled to have the opportunity to hear Alice Hoffman speak at the Carnegie Library in Pittsburgh last night. Pittsburgh was the first stop on her book tour for her new novel, Faithful. I have been an Alice Hoffman fan for many years, having first found a copy of White Horses at the used bookstore where I worked an after-school job when I was in high school. Although the subject matter was actually rather disturbing, I fell in love with Ms. Hoffman’s writing and had to find more of her work. To this day, Practical Magic is still one of my favourite books (and, in my opinion, still better than the movie) – it is one of the books that always makes the cut whenever I move, which is fairly often. Much as I love books (naturally), they are heavy and I tend to accumulate a lot of them, so they are always one of the things that get culled when I move. Books that always manage to survive include Dracula, The Three Musketeers, all of Jane Austen’s novels and Practical Magic.

Ms. Hoffman spoke about how she started writing, about her creative process, about why she thinks stories are important and about being a survivor. I was amused by how she said that sometimes her characters just show up and they have names already, and that sometimes they run away with the story, which are experiences I also have frequently as a writer. She also revealed that she believes readers are only a step away from being writers, as we write the stories we want to read ourselves. That was certainly my experience in writing The Blood Waltz, which came about after reading Dracula and not being able to find another vampire novel that I liked, so I wrote it myself. A couple of times during Ms. Hoffman’s lecture, I found myself tearing up a little, as she spoke about love and survival. She also read a small excerpt from Faithful and revealed that she is at work on a prequel to Practical Magic – hooray!

On the way home, I remembered that I had written to Ms. Hoffman many years ago to tell her how much I loved her work and to ask her advice on getting published, and that she had responded. When I got home, I looked for the little card she sent me. It was in a metal Whitman’s Sampler box with Mucha artwork on the lid, amongst special birthday cards I have received over the years, postcards my brother had sent me from the Holy Land and programmes from my parents’ funerals. The artwork on one side of the card is at the top of this post and, on the other side, is the message below:


Thank you, Ms. Hoffman. I wish you many, many more years of working your magic!

It all started with Dracula…


Dracula and I go way back.

I first decided to write a vampire novel when I was in high school but didn’t actually do so until many years later. When I was in high school, I took drama class and we once took a field trip to Birmingham-Southern College for a drama convention. The drama majors at the college put on a production of “Dracula” which, I found out later, followed the storyline of the novel much better than any of the movies of it I’ve seen. (This was before “Bram Stoker’s Dracula,” the one with Gary Oldman in the title role, which, although an improvement over much of the older crap, still doesn’t get it quite right. Although Gary Oldman is awesome.) One of my older brothers has always been fond of campy Universal Studios monsters and my first thought, upon hearing that we would be seeing a stage production of “Dracula,” was, “Some guy running around in a cape and biting people…yawn…not scary.” Was I in for a surprise!


Not only was the story fascinating – and it WAS scary! – the drama students were all VERY good in their roles. When I got home from that trip, I had to read the book! And I did – stayed up late, after everyone else had gone to bed, and I was almost afraid to fall asleep.

I tried reading other vampire novels – none of them did anything for me. I was disappointed. Well, I thought, I’ll have to write one myself.

At the time, I was quite addicted to Gothic romance novels – you know, they all have a young heroine who, for some reason or other, finds herself in some creepy, remote castle or mansion, surrounded by shifty characters, none of whom she can trust, and one of whom is, invariably, some devastatingly attractive man. Does he have evil designs upon her? Who is behind all the sinister goings-on? Will she come out alive? I wanted to write one of those, but the devastatingly handsome man’s secret would be that he was a vampire. Keep in mind, this was before “vampire romance” became its own genre – I’d like to say I started it, but since I am far from being a household name, of course I will get no credit.


I had the beginning and the end of the story, but no idea what happened in the middle, which was kind of a problem. So the idea kicked around in the back of my head, literally for years. In the meantime, I got the idea for another vampire novel, about a vampire who hides in plain sight as a rock musician in a sleazy little club, and the teenage girl who falls in love with him and learns his terrible secret, to her horror. It went through several versions before finally becoming Fiend Angelical, which was actually the second novel I published.

And while I was working on it, the inspiration for my first vampire novel idea – the woman in the creepy castle – came out of the blue. What was missing was a key character – who turned out to be the main character, who took the story and ran away with it. I couldn’t write it fast enough. It was The Blood Waltz. Originally, Philip was the mysteriously handsome guy who turned out to be the vampire. But the story couldn’t go anywhere until Kieran dropped in, because, as it turned out, Kieran was the romantic hero (anti-hero?) and the story was all about him.


I published The Blood Waltz in 2000. The self-publishing option was still fairly new then. I resurrected my contract with iUniverse to bring it back in preparation for the sequel, Selena’s Requiem, which I have just finished and released this fall. It’s been kind of a reunion with old friends. If you enjoyed the original, hopefully you find this one…satisfying.

True love deserves a second chance.


A Trio of Requiems


  1. 1:  a mass for the dead

  2. 2a:  a solemn chant (as a dirge) for the repose of the dead

    b:  something that resembles such a solemn chant

  3. 3a:  a musical setting of the mass for the dead

    b:  a musical composition in honor of the dead

    from the Merriam-Webster Dictionary

Here for comparison is Dies Irae from three different requiems:



And the original, Gregorian chant:


Much as I love classical music, I think the chant is still my favourite. Which is yours?

Selena’s Requiem is now available!



Selena’s Requiem is now available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble! Please check back, as I will post any upcoming events and local bookstores carrying it. And giveaways!

The lovely lady above is a companion statue to the one on the front cover – you can find both of them at the  Allegheny Cemetery in Pittsburgh. Happy hauntings!

Book Cover for Selena’s Requiem!


Wow, those guys at Aventine Press are freaky fast! Here is the cover for Selena’s Requiem – looks like it will be out in time for Halloween, after all! Love the creepy font.

In The Blood Waltz, writer Selena D’Agostino answered a mysterious invitation from distant and previously unknown relatives to visit them at their family estate, Castle Cormoran, in the north of England. Selena’s irresistible attraction to the mysterious Kieran Ramsey, and her relatives’ dark designs upon her, spurred her flight from the castle. Plagued by nightmares and regrets, she seeks to deal with her grief by writing about the entire ordeal under the label of “fiction.” At the first signing for her book, Selena receives a surprise visitor.

In this sequel, Selena’s Requiem, Selena receives another mysterious summons from the U.K. – this time from a solicitor who urges her to return to Cormoran to claim her inheritance. Knowing that she will find Kieran there, Selena approaches her return with both elation and dread – how will Kieran respond to her attempt to destroy him when she fled? Will he forgive her, and give her the reunion she longs for? And what dark forces are still at work at Cormoran? Can Selena protect herself, and those she holds dear, from a dark adversary’s thirst for revenge?