Brad Vance Author

It’s here on Audible! Coming soon to Amazon and iTunes! Colin O’Neill has been in a rut for some time now. Whether it’s his acting career or his newly-discovered identity as a gay man, he can’t seem to get any traction in his job or his love life. What he needs is a change. What he needs is a shock to his system. What he needs is Hamilton. Hamilton. Dillinger. Harrison. He goes by different names to fulfill a world of different fantasies, but he’s most popular as Hamilton, the escort who acts and dresses like he’s worth a million bucks. Few people know the man behind the character, Henry Davis. He’s yet another New Yorker living on the financial edge, cobbling together jobs in the sex industry to make a living. Henry wants nothing more than to drop the facade, to live in cargo shorts and an old Mets t-shirt, working as a screenwriter, to be free from playing the part of the high class lover. But first, he’s got to write the perfect [MORE]

Time for a public angst dump. My bookie wookie goes live tomorrow, the first book that… Well, a lot of firsts. First thriller/attempt at the mainstream, first time I’ve had live feedback from other writers as I wrote a novel, first time I’ve done what I was told re: cover, blurb, marketing, advertising. And first time I’ve had a real chance at making some BANK. The timing’s perfect, market-wise. I didn’t know when I started Stabitha in November that serial killers would be such a hot trend right now. I buy analytics from K-Lytics and from June of last year, when serial killers were like (numbers, but I’m close) 22nd hottest mystery category… to 2nd hottest in January. So let’s hope I ride the wave… This is really “get rich or die in a ditch time,” because I have no Plan B. I’ve ignored most job openings (save for one incredibly absurd failure) because if Stabbers really flies, I’m going to be a busy [MORE]

Because I need to get promo stuff all lined up. Here’s the new [MORE]

Technically I probably passed the $6,000 mark a month or two ago but I haven’t been keeping exact accounting (no doubt why I have $1.52 in savings!). At any rate, even with ALTB pulling in very very little money, I’ve set a default donation of $20 to IAVA every month anyway. Hard to believe the book’s been out since November 2013, 4 1/2 years… It’s been a novel, then an audiobook, then a screenplay (a master class in adaptation, learning what to leave out of a book and oops fuck that should have been in the book). I have low hopes for ever seeing the movie made, because the only gay that’s selling in Hollywood is YA gay, probably because US YA stories don’t port to Russia or China or other anti gay markets anyway, so there’s no financial risk… That said, writing it taught me how to write for the screen, so not a total loss! Anyway. IAVA is a great organization. Unlike other orgs, they never sent me calendars or stamps or mouse pads [MORE]

Yep, I finished. It’s out to a few “power readers,” people I’ve worked with who I know are really good with story and won’t just say, “uh yeah I liked it”! I need this thing poked and prodded until it’s the best it can be. I have a few objective readers who LOVE IT as much as I do, and think it could really go boom. This is the first time I’ve had live feedback on a novel as I wrote it, as well, so the development’s been much stronger than any other book I’ve done. I’ve bet the farm on this book. It’s either get rich or die in a ditch. Or, worse, a return to the barren hellscapes of Cubicle City. Which I’m just refusing to think about right now. One day, I’ll tell you the hilarious story of my imaginary Articulate user ID, Eliza Weizenbaum and how I didn’t get a job because of “her.” But not today. Seriously, if Stabbers takes off, I’m having a motherfucking Facebook Live [MORE]

60k words and closing in on the big finish… So proud of this book. If I can’t monetize this, I give up. I’ve put up older versions of some of this, but… this is close to final. Enjoy 🙂 CHAPTER ONE   It doesn’t bother me, the sight of this young woman’s corpse. It was a messy death, blood everywhere, a nice juicy artery slit open while she was still chock full of fluid and very much alive. There’ll be plenty of work for ServPro in this apartment! The bed’s a total loss, and the area rugs, and I bet the walls are going to need more than just repainting. It’s a horrifying scene, no doubt. But it’s just a dead body. And so its motionless tragic tableau fails to move me. It got to a lot of the patrol cops, I could tell, and the EMS folks. It angered them, the permanently inert form of this twentysomething kindergarten teacher, a “citizen,” one of the good guys. Someone they’d have asked out on a date, if only they could have screwed up the [MORE]