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Overview

Hollywood, California: three gruesome deaths within two weeks and every one of them a major star - an Oscar winner, an ingénue, and an action hero. A serial killer is working through the Hollywood A-list and celebrities are running scared.

Each crime scene is worthy of a classic horror movie, and all three victims share a connection to the powerful scream queen, Ovsanna Moore. The stunning and formidable Moore is the legendary head of a Hollywood studio, as well as the writer and star of seventeen blockbuster horror films (and a few that went straight to DVD).

She’s also a 500 year old vampyre… but this is Hollywood after all, and no one ever looks their age.

Beverly Hills Police Detective Peter King knows a lot about the City of Angels, but he certainly doesn’t know that most of the famous actors in town are actually an established network of vampires. Or that secretive and seductive Ovsanna Moore happens to be their CEO.

Moore and King may be from opposite sides of the Hollywood Hills, but both have something to gain by stopping the killer who the tabloids have dubbed the Cinema Slayer. Ovsanna must protect her vampire legacy and her production schedule, while King just wants to keep his Beverly Hills beat as blood-free as possible. But when the horror queen and the cop with the movie star looks form an unholy alliance, sparks fly and so do the creatures of the night.

Film, television and Broadway star Adrienne Barbeau and New York Times bestselling author Michael Scott have teamed up to deliver this sexy, scary, and deliciously clever novel full of Hollywood glamour, behind-the-scenes secrets, and the truly bloodthirsty reality of Tinseltown. So grab some popcorn and some holy water and lose yourself in the high-stakes, back-stabbing world of the Vampyres of Hollywood.

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Actress Barbeau and bestseller Scott (The Alchemyst) give a novel twist to one of the hoariest clichés of vampire lore in this compulsively readable dark fantasy. Secret vampires in the film industry have concocted vampire myths and disseminated them through horror movies to mislead superstitious humans (e.g., real vampires can walk by day). One of the biggest bamboozlers is Ovsanna Moore, a seductive centuries-old vampire currently producing and acting in B-movies with titles like Vatican Vampyres. When humans and vampires in her studio entourage begin dying spectacularly gruesome deaths, Ovsanna knows that someone is specifically targeting her. Since it's just a matter of time before investigating detective Peter King uncovers Ovsanna's vampire pedigree, she must solve the mystery or “die” and resurface somewhere else. Alternate chapters from Peter and Ovsanna's limited points of view build narrative tension. Briskly paced and full of fang-in-cheek humor, this novel is one of the more entertaining recent works of supernatural noir. (Aug.)

Praise for Vampyres of Hollywood

“Sexy, funny and gory—and that's just the first chapter. If I'd known she could write like this, I would've stuck around a little longer."

—John Carpenter, acclaimed Hollywood horror director of Halloween, The Fog, and The Thing

"A must read for horror and dark fantasy fans alike....[Barbeau and Scott] have created a marvelous, unique tale...that puts a very clever and often darkly humorous twist on every vampire cliche that's ever been invented." —BookLoons Reviews

“VAMPYRES OF HOLLYWOOD is exactly the delicious hybrid its name implies…equal parts wit, romance, mystery, and gore.” —Julie Smith, author of P.I. ON A HOT TIN ROOF

"Behind-the-scenes-Hollywood, the A-List, the attitude and the undead, VAMPYRES OF HOLLYWOOD has it all!" —Cara Black, author of MURDER ON THE ILE SAINT-LOUIS

“Clever, fast-paced and incredibly fresh, VAMPYRES OF HOLLYWOOD is the best novel I’ve read in years. I can’t wait for a sequel.” —Lori Handeland, USA Today Bestselling Author, RITA Award Winning Author of ANY GIVEN DOOMSDAY

“VAMPYRES OF HOLLYWOOD [is] funny, gory, and filled with supernatural thrills. Adrienne Barbeau's behind-the-scene insights into the workings and vanity of Hollywood are spot on..” —Loraine Despres, author of THE SCANDALOUS SUMMER OF SISSY LEBLANC

“Devastatingly funny and deliciously snarky, VAMPYRES OF HOLLYWOOD is a whirlwind of action and a take on vampyres you will never forget. With a splash of romance and just the right amount of fang-rattling violence, this unique bit of genius will keep you reading all night.” —Cheyenne McCray, New York Times bestselling author of SHADOW MAGIC

Publishers Weekly

Actress Barbeau and bestseller Scott (The Alchemyst) give a novel twist to one of the hoariest clichés of vampire lore in this compulsively readable dark fantasy. Secret vampires in the film industry have concocted vampire myths and disseminated them through horror movies to mislead superstitious humans (e.g., real vampires can walk by day). One of the biggest bamboozlers is Ovsanna Moore, a seductive centuries-old vampire currently producing and acting in B-movies with titles like Vatican Vampyres. When humans and vampires in her studio entourage begin dying spectacularly gruesome deaths, Ovsanna knows that someone is specifically targeting her. Since it's just a matter of time before investigating detective Peter King uncovers Ovsanna's vampire pedigree, she must solve the mystery or "die" and resurface somewhere else. Alternate chapters from Peter and Ovsanna's limited points of view build narrative tension. Briskly paced and full of fang-in-cheek humor, this novel is one of the more entertaining recent works of supernatural noir. (Aug.)

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Library Journal

This novel by actress Barbeau (The Fog; Maude) and author Scott (The Alchemyst) begins with the gruesome murders of three Hollywood A-listers. What the police don't know is that the victims were vampyres, the progeny of actress and high-rolling producer Ovsanna Moore. Her specialties are horror movies that often focus on the nasty doings of the undead. Ovsanna is convinced that a vampyre hunter has come to town but is unsure who or why. Hunky veteran Beverly Hills detective Peter King is assigned to investigate the murders, unaware, of course, that Hollywood is literally crawling with the undead. Barbeau uses her insider knowledge to paint a picture of a Hollywood inhabited by immortal blood suckers. The writing is witty and the main characters interesting, but the silly plot sometimes overwhelms. Recommended for large fiction collections where vampire fiction is popular.
—Patricia Altner

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312367220
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 7/8/2008
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Pages: 336
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Adrienne Barbeau

As a film, television, and Broadway star, ADRIENNE BARBEAU 's career spans forty years. Genre fans know her from The Fog, Creepshow, Swamp Thing, and Escape From New York. She was nominated for a Tony for creating the role of Rizzo in “Grease” and starred as Maude's daughter in the hit series Maude and as Ruthie the Snake Dancer in HBO's Carnivale. She is the author of the best-selling memoir “There Are Worse Things I Could Do.”

MICHAEL SCOTT is one of Ireland's most prolific authors. His most recent book is The Sorceress, the third installment of New York Times bestselling series, The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel.

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VAMPYRES OF HOLLYWOOD (Chapter One)

They don’t call me the Scream Queen for nothing. “Where is he?” I shouted, and everyone who wasn’t deaf, drunk, or dead heard me. “Where the fuck is Travis now?”

I did a hard twist in the air so I could scan the soundstage behind me. I was strapped into a safety harness forty feet up, desperate to go to the bathroom and royally pissed.

Yes, I do need to go to the bathroom occasionally, just not as often as the rest of you. And it isn’t pretty. A diet of red blood and raw meat will do that to you.

No one answered me. Below me an entire crew, seventy people at least, hustled around like they knew what they were doing and, whatever it was, it was so important they hadn’t heard me shout. Most of them had worked with me for a long time. They knew I rarely shouted, and when I did, someone was about to get his ass reamed. They also knew that my temper was legendary.

Finally, Candy, the 2nd. AD, raised her head and looked up at me. I swear she should have been acting in this film instead of assistant directing—I’ve worked with stars who couldn’t show as much fear in their face. She’s an adorable little freckle-faced pixie with a featherweight boxer’s body and macho attitude to match. The attitude was fast disappearing. And this was only her second week.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Moore. Mr. Travis said his blood sugar was low and he needed a protein bar from his trailer. I offered to send a PA, but he insisted he’d be right back.”

“In the middle of a scene? This fucking scene! I’m hanging up here like Amish laundry flapping in the wind and he walks off the set! Is he fucking nuts?!” I spun in the harness. “Goddammit, Tony, get me out of this thing.” Tony Tanner motioned to Jamie Long, and together my stunt co-coordinator and stunt double started lowering me down without a word.

I was halfway to the ground when Neville Travis, the boy-wonder director, object of my unmitigated rage, strolled casually back onto the soundstage, a cell phone pressed to his ear. Even at fifty feet, I could see the traces of white powder under the nail of his right pinkie finger. His eyes were dancing like Maria Tallchief in Firebird.

“Hey, Ovsanna, what are you coming down for, we’ve got two more setups in this scene.” He was smiling, for God’s sake. A lamb to the slaughter. A coked-up lamb…about to be spit and roasted.

“I may have two more setups, Neville, but you don’t. In fact, I have the rest of this film to shoot, but you don’t.” Tony and Jamie dropped me gently to the floor. I unbuckled the harness and let it drop to the ground while I drew myself up to my full height—which, at five feet, six inches, is not very full. It still put me eye to eye with the little turd. I put my hands on my hips and pushed out my chest—and that brought him to a halt. “We are two days behind schedule. Two full days, Travis. Now I don’t know what it’s like in MTV-land, but losing two days on an Ovsanna Moore film is enough to send you back to whatever junior college you managed to get through. Nobody walks out on me in the middle of a take, do you understand that? Nobody!”

“What do you mean? What do you mean? You’re firing me?” The coke was making him reckless and overconfident. He went for overfamiliarity, which I despise. “Ovsanna…hey, Ovsanna, sweetheart, baby, I wasn’t walking out on you, I just needed a candy bar, you know, for my blood sugar.”

“You needed candy, all right, but not for your blood sugar. Wipe your nose, Neville; you’ve got white stuff all over it. And don’t ever call me baby.” I turned and headed for my trailer. At a look from me, Shaheed, our 1st. AD, called lunch. I swear I never saw a set empty so quickly.

Travis trailed after me. One of the curses of my kind is a heightened sense of smell and hearing. Those senses served us well thousands of years ago, warning of intruders, keeping my Dakhanavar Clan alive. Normally I manage to filter out the extra input. But not today. Rage messes with my control. I could smell Neville Travis: the Abercrombie cologne, the failing deodorant, the fungus between his toes, and the dried blood in his septum. I didn’t mind the blood so much but the fungus made me want to puke. And I can’t do that; my kind has no gag reflex.

Neville’s voice turned wheedling. “Listen, Ovsanna, you were wonderful in that take. You know that. I didn’t think you even needed me there, you’re so good. Hey, come on, we’ll finish lunch and then speed through the day’s schedule, maybe even grab a couple of shots we owe from yesterday.”

I didn’t look over my shoulder, didn’t even raise my voice, but on the empty set it rang and echoed off the bare floor. “You finish your lunch, Neville. And enjoy it. Because it’s the last one you’re having around here.” I walked up the steps of my trailer and closed the door behind me.

Maral McKenzie, my personal assistant, was at the desk in the back room. We’d converted it from a bedroom into an office when the production company bought the trailer for me three movies ago. I didn’t like sleeping back there; I’d rather stretch out on the sofa in the living room so I can hear what’s going on outside and know when the DGA trainee is coming to get me. That’s the advantage of being Clan Dakhanavar—I can hear conversations all over the lot. I get a kick out of opening the door a fraction of a second before he knocks just to see the surprise on his face.

Maral was looking beautiful in a bizarrely cut black and white suit, Dolce & Gabbana probably. She’s twenty-eight and she’s been with me almost ten years. She’s Warm, and one of the few outside the clan who knows the truth and still loves me in spite of it. Or maybe because of it. That’s one of the few things she’s never told me; maybe she doesn’t know herself. She had her titanium Mac Pro up and running and I could see a version of my Web site on the screen. Probably answering letters posted to the guest book page or updating the “personal” blog I never write. She raised a razor-sharp eyebrow in a silent question.

“Get DeWitte on the phone. I want Travis out of here and off the set. I’ll direct this damn movie myself if I have to.”

“It may not be that easy.” Maral’s managed to lose most of her accent, which hails from somewhere between the Louisiana swamps and Jackson Square. A Cajun girl with a Scottish last name—go figure.

“Why not? What do you know that I don’t?” I was having trouble with the zipper on my costume and she came over to help. I turned my back on her and raised my arms. The zipper hissed down and the leather and lace costume slid away. I stepped out of it and Maral draped a silk dressing gown over my shoulders.

“Travis is Thomas DeWitte’s fair-haired boy. Mr. DeWitte thinks he can do no wrong.”

“Yeah? Has he seen him on the set?” I turned to face Maral. “It’s a wonder he hasn’t caught his cock in the clapper. I doubt he’s even looked at the budget for this movie.”

“DeWitte’s been championing him all over town. Word is that Embassy is ready to hire him as soon as we wrap. You fire Travis and Thomas DeWitte’s got shit on his hands.”

“Oh, brother. Don’t tell me…. Thomas is sleeping with him, isn’t he?”

Maral shrugged. “Possibly.” I was staring at her. “Probably.” I raised my eyebrows. “Definitely.”

“God damn it.” I stretched out on the couch and closed my eyes. “Set up a meeting. We need to remind Thomas DeWitte just who calls the shots around here. Remind him that I’m the senior partner in Anticipation Studios, not him. He’s still only head of development. I walk and he’s finished.”

“I’m not sure he’ll see it that way.”

“Well, he should. Besides, he needs to remember his history. If it weren’t for me, he’d still be making porno down in Tijuana.”

Maral had my costume in her hands, ready to hang it in the closet. She turned back to me and stared. “I didn’t know he was a director.”

“Actor, dear, actor. You’ve never seen Going Down on the Titanic? Check my video collection; I think I’ve got the uncut version.”

She shook her head and laughed. “I didn’t know he had it in him.”

Score one for me…. I bit my tongue and didn’t rise to the bait.

A half hour later the smell of Neville coming across the lot brought me back to consciousness. Usually I close my eyes for ten minutes, go into a deep sleep for five of those, and awaken refreshed and ready for the next scene. A half hour is a luxury I don’t often get. Maral had helped me take advantage of this one.

She stood up from the couch, buttoned the sleeve of her suit, and handed me a Kleenex for my mouth. My relationship with Maral is discussed ad infinitum in the gossip rags, but no reporter has even come close to the truth. The tissue came away red. She took it from me, folded it, smiled and flushed it down the toilet.

Neville knocked. Maral looked to me for an answer.

“Let him in.” I sat up on the couch, closed my robe and threw my boots on the chair across from me. He could come in, but he wasn’t going to sit.

Neville’s eyes were red. I couldn’t tell if it was the coke or if he’d been crying. I didn’t smell any weed, just his sweat. I stared at him, curious to see which approach he’d take. He’d already tried bonhomie and wheedling. My guess was he’d try for a straight-out apology and an excuse.

“Look, Ms. Moore, I, uh…I…well, I’m really sorry I ran out like that. I, uh, I just…wasn’t feeling well and I needed some, you know, like a protein bar or something so I could concentrate.”

“You’re just not going to cop to the truth, are you, Neville?”

“The truth?” I watched his eyes widen and knew, before he opened his mouth, that he was about to lose it. Evidently attacking his veracity was enough to make him forget all he’d ever directed were music videos for mediocre bands. Suddenly he thought he was Tarantino. He put his balled fists on his hips. “The truth is you’re being a fucking prima donna, and if I want to leave the set—”

I cut him off. “Let’s not get into a pissing contest, Neville. You wanted to leave the set? Fine. You want to shove powder up your nose? That’s fine, too. You can do it on your own time. Leave. I’m shutting down production for the rest of the day. It will give me the time I need to find your replacement.”

His voice went up a notch, along with his arrogance. “I’ve got a contract, Ovsanna. Thomas DeWitte himself—”

Maral stepped in, her voice just this side of glacial. “Your contract is with Anticipation Studios…which Ms. Moore controls. Thomas DeWitte is the head of development and is answerable to Ms. Moore. As are you.” She backed him out the door and closed it with a solid click, reminding me once again how much I’d like to Turn her. She has the potential for becoming one of my greatest creations. If only she weren’t so valuable to me Warm. She looked at me, eyebrows raised in a silent question.

“Tell Shaheed to send everyone home. I’ll absorb the cost. I can use the time to do some rewrites on the transformation scene, anyway. Did you manage to get Thomas on the phone?”

“He’s got another new secretary—the third this month—and she said he left this morning for a creative meeting with some new talent.”

“What does that mean, exactly?”

“Well, she was new enough and stupid enough to tell me where he was going.”

“Did you trick her? Or bully her.”

“I allowed her to volunteer that he was supposed to have breakfast at the Abbey and then look into a new S&M dungeon in Boys Town. He told her it was business, he was scouting locations.”

“Any S&M movies in production that you can think of?”

“None that DeWitte has anything to do with. And nothing to do with Anticipation. I got the impression that this was personal rather than business.”

“Shit. There go my rewrites.” I finished dressing and pulled on my boots.

Maral looked at me quizzically.

“The last time DeWitte visited an S&M dungeon, he conducted meetings standing up for more than a week.”

And in three days’ time, on Saturday, a group of indecently wealthy Japanese investors were flying in to discuss a new project and a potential merger. I needed DeWitte focused. And seated. At the very least, he’d better be able to bow.

VAMPYRES OF HOLLYWOOD Copyright © 2008 by Adrienne Barbeau and Michael Scott.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2013

    Gin

    She had a lacy black umbrella held over head. Her red stilettos clicked on the cobblestones as she walked. Her silky blonde hair was swept onto one shoulder. Her eyeshadow was pitch-black, and her eyes were icy blue. Her dress was black lace with red underneath.

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    Posted January 13, 2013

    Death the kid

    The tall boy with neat black hair and three white lines on the right side of his hair in a black tux sits alone.

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  • Posted July 27, 2011

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    Good but

    Repetitive. Story line was good characters 2D but very repetitve!

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  • Posted May 13, 2011

    Great fun! Absolutely read it!

    This book is great fun. Definitely read it! Getting it on the sale list just made it sweeter! There is a sequel and I have ordered it. I can hardly wait!

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    THE EQUIVALENT OF A MEDIOCRE B-MOVIE

    Of course, when I bought this book on sale, I knew I wans't acquiring a masterpiece. With that in mind, I read this rather silly story playing it in my mind as a mediocre B-movie (this is a redundancy, I know)... in black and white, no less.
    It worked.
    The book is read in a couple of evenings, at the most. Good of an idle, lazy weekend when you want your brain to shut down and don't want to bother with complex language, long sentences or complicated plots.
    Again, it's the equivalent of a B-movie.

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  • Posted April 6, 2011

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    This was a okay read if your looking for something to read to kill time. It was better than i expected, i liked the different twist on the vampires in this book.

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  • Posted October 7, 2010

    Fun and interesting to read - highly reccommended

    A great mystery story centered around the leading vampyres in Hollywood who found and developed the movie industry, as well as, are the some of the actors from the golden age of movies. Leading to the modern day vampryre actors, who is the current leader of vampryes, who wants to gain power among them. The story includes additional elements of the myth of vampyres, there are those born vampyre and those who are made. There are clans with different traits and characteristics. And more elements of being a vampyre. And there many references to the present time that fit well into the story. Baby boomer movie fans should enjoy the "Hollywood" glitter that runs throughout the book.

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  • Posted December 30, 2008

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    Tabloid Horror

    Anyone who has ever read a gossip column would enjoy this since it turns those enviable personalities whose misfortunes we revel in into the living dead. It takes a while to get the plot straight and thus the characters' places within but once it does it takes off like an express train. At times I thought I could differentiate the two authors separate voices but they always complimented each other so it didn't distract from the overall enjoyment.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    amusing paranormal police procedural

    Hollywood is stunned when three top gun actors are murdered in two weeks. The prime link between the trio besides ghastly deaths at the hands of the Cinema Slayer serial killer is they are employees of powerful horror queen, Ovsanna Moore, head of a studio. --- Beverly Hills Police Detective Peter King leads the official investigation into the macabre homicides. What the cop fails to know is Ovsanna is a five century old vampire, who oversees a network of vampires, many of whom are movie stars. Ovsanna feels she must end the real life horror show that she knows targets her before King realizes the dead were undead and she too is a vampire. If she fails, Ovsanna will give up the good life to be reborn as someone else. --- This is an amusing, entertaining but somewhat inane paranormal police procedural in which Peter and Ovsanna rotate perspectives in their cat and mouse contest. Peter is an unknowledgeable modern day Van Helsing while Ovsanna is a twenty-first century CEO Dracula tycoon (vampires adapt). Fans will appreciate their witty war as Adrienne Barbeau and Michael Scott take an insider bite out of Hollywood, unscrupulous big business CEOs and dedicated literary cops in a satirical tale that asks who is the real dead one, the breathing cop with no life or the undead movie mogul with a fulfilling life. --- Harriet Klausner

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