Monthly Archives: December 2014

Holiday present from me to you: an excerpt of DIE ONCE MORE

The holidays always put me in a giving mood. So I thought I’d give something special to my readers before I hop off to a week in the Arctic Circle: an excerpt from my upcoming novella DIE ONCE MORE.

A part of the DIE FOR ME series, this is the second novella from Jules’s point of view. (The first being DIE FOR HER.) DIE ONCE MORE shows Jules in New York, just after returning from the final battle with Paris’s numa.

This digital novella will be released on February 3—just in time for Valentine’s Day!—and you can pre-order it here. I hope you enjoy this taste of Jules’s life in the Big Apple. The song that feels perfect with it for me is Big Data “Dangerous.” (But don’t watch the video – it has nothing to do with it and will ruin the effect for you.) The song has the New York feel, and says (for the most part) what’s in Jules’s head at the beginning of the story.

So without further ado…enjoy!

From Chapter 4

“Two months creep by, and things do not get better. Every day is like its own separate death, bullet-riddled with memories and gutted by the twisting knife of loss. Entwined with the memories of Kate, and the longing for a love that will never be, is the loss of my best friend. My mood swings wildly between missing the camaraderie of a brother I had for over seventy years, and resenting him for being the recipient of Kate’s love.

And then there’s Jean-Baptiste. Although , I loved and respected the man. I should be there to help support Gaspard in his grief. So there’s that guilt to deal with, along with all the rest.

Losing Vincent is like losing my right arm. And since Kate has my heart, and I feel spineless for abandoning Gaspard, you could say I’m presently suffering a major lack of body parts.

The only way I survive is to never stop moving. I make sure I’m always surrounded by others, so I won’t have time to think and end up imploding like a dying star.

I walk incessantly. I know the streets of Brooklyn and Manhattan, my two chosen boroughs, well enough by now to have an accurate street map in my head. I sign up for three four-hour shifts per day. Although that first day was an exception, and New York’s numa are staying suspiciously out of sight, there are enough cases of suffering street people, suicide attempts, domestic violence, and near-fatal accidents to keep me on a continual high from the life force I absorb from these saves.

“Dude, this isn’t a contest,” Faust says as I trim my hair in my studio mirror. “You don’t get bonus points if you save more humans than anyone else.”

He has been an impeccable welcome rep. He got me moved into my room at the Warehouse and had it furnished with what I asked for. (I didn’t really care, but he pushed me for details until it ended up looking pretty much exactly like my room in Paris . . . besides the floor-to-ceiling windows with an enviable view of the East River.) He got me weather-appropriate clothes, made sure the armory had what I needed (sending off for some antique swords so I would “feel at home”), and introduced me to our kindred artists—of whom there are many. Seems like every revenant artist in America wants to be here.

Faust even gamely accompanied me to my first Midnight Drawing Group meeting at the Warehouse. But after Gina, one of our bardia sisters recruited to pose when our human model didn’t show up, perched atop the stool and dropped her robe, Faust’s jaw dropped too. Her response was, “Draw or scram, Faust.” He hasn’t been back since. His third-generation Italian-American upbringing and his stint in the tough-guy New York fire department never prepared him for people like the artists I hang out with.

It was Gina, drawing next to me one night, who first pointed out that the girl I was sketching looked nothing like the model posing for us on the stool. I didn’t respond—what could I say? Since then no one else has mentioned the fact that every woman I draw is the same. The position matches that of our model, the shadows and light are exactly what they are in our studio, but it is always Kate’s face, always her body. My pencil has its own will, and my fingers are its slaves.”

Poor Jules. Does anyone want to give him a hug and make him feel better?

Scoot-over-and-let-me-in Jules :)

Chace, I mean Jules, hoping a special person will call.


A Holiday Offer to Die For!

Last year I had so much fun with my holiday promotion, that I’ve decided to amp it up this year.


If you have book lovers on your holiday list,

this is a gift idea that might just send them into

a frenzy of holiday joy!


1. Single books: For every copy that you buy of DIE FOR ME, UNTIL I DIE, IF I SHOULD DIE, or AFTER THE END I will send you an Amy Plum bookplate that is signed and dedicated to the person of your choice, and mailed from France.

2. For every copy of UNTIL THE BEGINNING that you pre-order, I will send you a signed and dedicated bookplate and a note that says, “Amy Plum’s UNTIL THE BEGINNING has been pre-ordered for you, and will be delivered in May 2015.”

3. DIE FOR ME package: If you buy all 3 DIE FOR ME books + DIE FOR HER digital novella, + pre-order DIE ONCE MORE digital novella (that’s 5 books in all) I will send you 3 bookplates, 2 bookmarks, and a photo taken by me of one of the DIE FOR ME locations in Paris, with a handwritten passage describing the location on the back.

4. AFTER THE END package: If you buy AFTER THE END and pre-order UNTIL THE BEGINNING, I will send you 2 bookplates, an AFTER THE END bookmark and an AFTER THE END first-run book cover with a passage of the book handwritten by me on the back.

JUST TO MAKE IT MORE FUN…I can either have these gifts mailed to you so that you can wrap them up with the books. OR, I can have them mailed to the person of your choice, and across the back of the envelope will be written “A gift from [your name].”

The rules: this can be hardback, paperback or e-Book, but it has to be a first-time buy (not a used book). You can buy anywhere—online or on the street, just scan the receipt and email it to me. This is an international offer, good for any translation of my books in any country. Email your receipt to katieloumercier at gmail dot com. Offer runs from today (Nov. 8) to Dec. 19 (the day before I leave for Christmas vacation).

Want to see what your gift could look like?

cmasHow’s that for a ho, ho, ho? Thank you all, in advance, for wanting to share my books with your friends and family. I hope this gift makes everyone’s holidays even merrier!