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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.
340 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 1, 2008
And our elders must stay out of sight; the physical changes that take place as we move into great age are almost impossible to conceal. Our skin thickens; our fingers harden and become clawlike. Some clans grow wings and their spines extend into tails. Now you know why Orson Welles wore capes towards the "end" of his life. I am convinced that the legends of devils and demons have their genesis in sightings of the Elders.And Ovsanna tells you that most of what you think you know about vampires was made up by--that's right--the Hollywood vampyres who put out all those horror movies! Still, a young vampyre can shape-shift at will:
A hawk was always my favorite, but never a bat. Nothing so cliched. These days, transitions like that take a real toll on my body. Even the simplest attempt leaves me screaming with effort. And afterwards, coming back to human form while my body readjusts, well, the muscle spasms are crippling. ... I've also noticed that I never quite return to my original shape. Something is always just ever so slightly out of whack. Last time, I was left with a few small feathers on my back. Try explaining that at the waxing salon.As you can easily imagine, Ovsanna has a completely human assistant; she's Maral MacKenzie from Louisiana, and the true nature of her relationship with Ovsanna gradually becomes clear as Ovsanna decides to share more with us in her narration. I found myself liking all three of them, Peter, Maral, and even Ovsanna, despite the latter's executive temperament--which of course has involved some necessary terminations along with the fake deaths to preserve vampyres' secret identity.