Sunday, June 28, 2015

#SummerofZombie - Last 3 Days

 It's the last few days of Summer of Zombie!

Don't forget to check out some new or new-to-you authors and enter any contests while you can!

** All posts are at the Dying Days Zombie blog.




Sunday June 28


He clung to the spire of the Chrysler building. He was wretchedly thin, his ribs jutting out of his shriveled chest.  They were coming.  He could hear them scratching and screaming and moaning.    They were almost through.  The barricades worked too well.  It was easier just to go through the walls.
    He looked down.  For miles and miles, dead bodies packed so tightly they could barely lift their arms.  From this height their moans almost sounded like the babbling of some peaceful creek.
   He was the last man in New York.  The rest had given up days ago.  There had been nothing to eat except one another for weeks, nothing to drink but piss and rainwater.  And one look at the mass below was enough to know, without a sliver of doubt, that they were really and truly doomed. Read the rest…



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Jay Wilburn Guest Post

** Check out the five song CD or MP3, Songs from the Dead Song Legend Book 1: January

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Zombie Religion
Probably better as a story title than a post title. Polite people are supposed to avoid discussion of religion and politics. Or at the very least just rant about them on Facebook. As a teacher, I had a strict rule about giving no parenting advice. In horror, anything goes. Well, except all the things the publisher lists off that they don’t want to see. In self published horror, anything goes. In the story, these topics are not just to be discussed, but to be deeply explored.

   The innate topic of resurrection kind of lends itself to discussions of religion among the characters in a zombie story. Questions about an afterlife become more front and center when dead are walking the earth trying to eat the living. The body and blood of communion become darkly symbolic too. Blood symbolism in religion has long been fertile fodder for horror stories of all types. These religious symbols and motifs can be uncomfortable to broach in the context of a zombie story, but it would make sense that the characters would bring up questions of faith. These questions would naturally produce conflict between the characters and possibly within the reader, if written well. Read the rest…

Monday June 29

Luke Ahearn Guest Post
On to the unsavory parts... oh you mean zombies weren't enough? 

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Diarrhea... 
Imagine you are on the road during the apocalypse. You are just trying to survive while keeping a look out for zombie hordes, avoiding humans, finding shelter, and gathering food. Then you start cramping. You feel bloated, nauseous, and feverish. You wonder what could be wrong with you, then it hits you, the intense desire to drop and squat. So that’s what you do and you are vulnerable, but it’s that or fill your pants as you run for a safer location.

   We all know what Diarrhea is; urgently and frequently running to the bathroom to pass loose, watery unformed stool. It usually passes within 48 hours. The most important thing you can do is to stay hydrated while the diarrhea runs its course. Drink lots of water because your body is dumping it as fast as you take it in. Try to get your hands on drinks with electrolytes in them and any untainted fluid that has some sustenance in it to feed your body. Read the rest (if you dare)…


John O’Brien Guest Post
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Hello there. I’m John O’Brien and I write the series, A New World. My recent release was A New World: Storm.
    First off, I guess I should mention first off that the creatures in the series aren’t technically zombies.  When some mention my creatures being zombies, I just close my eyes and nod.
I began writing in this genre due to the fact that I am constantly envisioning survival-type scenarios.  I think of one and place myself in the situation, thinking of solutions and throwing wrenches into whatever plan I came up with.  I lose myself for hours pondering ideas, ways of doing things better, likely outcomes and what actions others might take.
    In my opinion, a post-apocalyptic world offers the ultimate survival situation.  It’s in this world that I spend most of my time daydreaming.  Going through various situations, things that would arise, items I would need, how to gather supplies, and set up for long-term survival.  In the midst of these wanderings, a story was born.   Read the rest...



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Eavesdropping on Zombie Authors Shawn Chesser and Saul Tanpepper
Shawn and Saul shared a booth at the Long Beach Zombie Walk in 2013. Shawn is the author of the Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse (STZA) series - including Ghosts: Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse. Saul penned the GAMELAND series (GAMELAND Omnibus (Season One): Episodes 1-8 (S.W. Tanpepper's GAMELAND) and the newly launched Bunker 12/FLENSE twn-series (Contain: (BUNKER 12 Series Pilot)

 Here, they talk a bit about their books, their audiences, and the future of the genre.

SAUL: One thing that has always intrigued and impressed me with your STZA (Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse) series, Shawn, is the ease with which you write military. It seems to be a great approach, and one that’s obviously connected well with your readers. Where do you go for inspiration?
   SHAWN: I think I really got a lot of my factoids and some of the lingo down pat from reading the late Don Pendelton’s work.
   SAUL: Pendleton was a prolific military thriller writer.
   SHAWN: I started buying the Executioner series books from Armchair Family Bookstore here in Portland back in the early eighties. I was kind of a war buff, Vietnam especially, so I really started digging Mack Bolan. He was a vet with the obligatory special ‘set of skills’ who came back from the war to avenge the death of his family at the hands of . . . I believe the mafia.
   SAUL: That theme is just as relevant today as it was when it was written decades ago. Maybe even more so now. Read the rest…


Tuesday June 30

Mark Tufo Guest Post

Dave Lund Guest Post

Armand Rosamilia Guest Post





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Friday, June 26, 2015

#SummerofZombie Friday-Sat #Zombie Books!

We're nearing the end of the Summer of Zombie Blog Tour.

Hope you found some great new reads during the month. I know I did! (If you want to see who was up you can go back to any of the author links on the Page at the top of the blog.)

 *** My teaser comes up on Saturday so be sure to check the post below. 


This is the Friday and Saturday authors list:
Read the full teaser posts at the Dying Days Zombie blog



Friday June 26

After (After Series Book 1)


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What would the world be like after a zombie apocalypse? When the zombies have been destroyed and what’s left of humanity tries to pick up the pieces? What happens After…
    Jenna Deluise grew up in that world. A world under the thumb of a new military police called the New Alliance which is funded by Gene Pharm, a powerful pharmaceutical company. Her father worked for them as a top scientist before he committed suicide.
    When his boss kidnaps Jenna to lure her allegedly dead father out, Jenna realizes that she didn’t know her father at all and that his work on the zombie virus was more sinister than he made out.

    Jenna is taken to an underground lab where she finds her father’s ex lab assistant Wesley.     He is being forced to finish her father’s work. Jenna and Wesley have to work together to escape the lab, even though Jenna doesn’t trust Wesley after he almost got her killed several years before. Read the rest…
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Gary tore through the hole in the fence like a bat out of hell.  He could hear his fellow survivors’ footfalls behind him.  In the midst of the firefight, he had been unable to retrieve his weapons and up ahead he spied a few straggling eaters headed his way.  He darted right, taking yet another detour.  His chest burned and his head swam.
     How could things have gone so wrong?
Gary looked back only once to see Clyde and Andrew in hot pursuit; he waved an arm, motioning for them to follow him into one of the abandoned homes.
    He rushed the door of a 1980’s-style brick home and prayed that it was unlocked.  With a flick of his wrist, he turned the knob and let himself in, the strong scent of rot and decay hitting him instantly.  He brought his hand up to cover his nose and mouth. 
    “Of course I’d choose this house,” he complained. Read the rest…



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The Orphans Vol II
Surviving the Turned
Shaun rubbed his hands on his face, trying to remain calm. Between the Turned smacking their fists and faces on the hardware store’s windows and Ellie busting his balls, he was becoming irrational and finding it difficult to think. “If I’d realized the consequences of my actions before I did it, then obviously, I wouldn’t have blown the stupid van up. I say we get a crowbar and head up the stairs to the roof.”
    They walked an aisle over, looking for the crowbars. Shaun found them and selected one that looked like it could take a lot of abuse. A sound much like a wind chime… or a hanging wrench display… came from somewhere in the back of the store. Tina was grabbing some rope and could already see horrific visions of being lowered off the side of a building to a group of blood-crazed Turned. “Wait a damn minute, why the…”

    When the chime sounded, it broke her train of thought and she said, “What the eff was that?”   Read the rest…

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“Meat’s meat,” said Sam, thumping the butt of his ancient shotgun against the dull hardwood floor. A sound like an actual gunshot rang through the room, and the gathered collection of ragtag survivors sat up a little straighter. “We need to survive, and to survive we need protein. I don’t care where it comes from.”
    He paused, letting the words sink in, and I stared at the ground beneath my feet.
Winters in Nebraska – or at least that winter, since it was the only one I’d ever experienced – were hard. The chaotic thunderstorms of the fall gave way only when the furies of blizzards took over, with snow falling so thick and heavy and fast we found ourselves paralyzed, stuck in a farmhouse whose walls cried out in agony against the winds and whose roof sank beneath the snow’s wet, heavy weight.  Read the rest…


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It didn’t open! What the hell? I pushed harder and looked down to see if the door was locked. My eyes were greeted by a little red sign over the release lever. HOLD FOR 15 SECONDS UNTIL ALARM SOUNDS. Crap. That’s less than ideal. They’re going to hear that sucker a mile away and make a beeline for my ass. Holding my breath, I pushed and held the release in place.
    The emergency alarm blared to life and a split-second later, the door clicked and swung open. Without hesitation, I bolted across the threshold and ran. My legs pumped back and forth, my sensible shoes slapping the pavement in a rushed rhythm.
    A gunshot sounded to my left and I turned quickly, almost falling over my own feet and face-planting on the asphalt. John Croxton, one of the deputy sheriffs, was firing warning shots over a crowd of people moving toward him. Coming to a halt, I opened my mouth to yell, to warn him that the mob couldn’t be reasoned with. I saw the children in the crowd, they moved faster than the adults, moved toward John… closer, closer. John fired again. I couldn’t look away. Morbid fascination- a brutal car crash on the freeway. Read the rest…

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Saturday June 27

Morning. Breakfast. The journey is afoot again.
    I hit another climb. I wasn’t in the mood. In fact, at the moment, the whole business of hiking was getting on my last nerve.
    “Namaste, mother fucker,” I whispered. It was a joke Erica and I shared with regards to a rather brutal hot yoga class. As the cold wind whipped across my face, I longed for that one hundred and ten degree room and the surrounding sweat-drenched bodies.
    For a brief second, my mind shifted and twisted to Erica’s sweaty flesh. At that moment, purpose resurrected in my core and my legs pumped upwards toward the peak of the climb.
I could smell her skin, hear her deep breathing. As I climbed, a memory bubbled to the surface. The first class. She was a graduate assistant, teaching Chemistry 101. The second I laid eyes on all five foot two inches of her, it was over. I bypassed crush and smitten and went straight to love. I was a transplant from the States, she was a native Canadian. I had a thing for the dialect and her quirky, youthful smile. After class, I followed her to a coffee shop, pulled out my guitar, and improvised a song. Read the rest…

 C.A. Verstraete Teaser  


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Full post: 

A few short excerpts from GIRL Z: My Life as a Teenage Zombie by C.A. Verstraete
(Download the prologue and chapter 1 PDF at http://tinyurl.com/pfej6cj.)

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What happened before this? Read CHANGES: A GIRL Z Prequel, A Zombie Story
 to see how Becca got into this situation…

Prologue: GIRL Z: My Life as  a Teenage Zombie
A virus. A freaking virus.
   I’d been sick before, you know, measles, mumps…kid stuff…but not really sick.
   Never like this.
   This . . . this couldn’t be happening.
   I tuned back in to the doctor’s explanation…new diet, pills, blah-blah-blah…and let his words fade again into the background.
   Gone was the golden tan I’d nurtured over the summer with tanning cream and hours sunbathing by the pool with one of my cousins. My skin had a weird grayish tone, like I’d rubbed myself with fireplace ash.
   I gazed at my legs, now mottled with strange gray blotches, and my pretty pink toenails peeking out from beneath the sheet.
   The machine next to me made a frantic beep-beep.
   I turned and caught my reflection in the metal canister sitting on the table next to the bed.    Whimpering, I rubbed a hand over my cheek, wondering at the scaly texture, while at other times I felt almost nothing.
   Large, deep brown eyes under ebony bangs stared back. I saw a decent nose.
   Spots.
   I took in the pinkish patches and my uneven skin tone, which reminded me of those old battleships on the PBS show I’d watched with my aunt.
   For the first time in my sixteen-year-old life I was . . . ugly.
   I struck the bed frame over and over, the pain barely registering. The machine’s whir-click-whir turned into a wail almost louder than mine—beep-beep-beeeeeeep.
   A nurse in blue scrubs rushed in and tried to reassure me, even as she attempted to keep me immobile on this slab they called a bed.
   “Relax, it’ll be fine,” she said.
   “No, it won’t,” I yelled, “it won’t!”
   How could looking like freaking King Tut without his wrappings ever be fine?

Excerpt – Where Becca is helping fight off a zombie family:
The other three, Mama, Papa and Sister Zombie, clung to the car, their shrieks and screeches getting louder as they fought to gain entrance. Maybe it was sick, but I couldn’t resist. I took aim with the paintball gun and squeezed the trigger. Pop-pop-pop. They landed in an arc, hitting each in turn. The paintball sizzled, the neon poison spreading across the one creature’s back. The second ball splat on the arm of Mama Z, who puller her hair and screeched before she fell. The third Z turned its rotten face my way and hissed like a snake, its rot-pocked tongue wiggled at me, before it, too, fell into the pile.
   Yikes. If this wasn’t good for nightmares, I didn’t know what was.

Excerpt – Becca comes face to face with an old lady zombie:
An old lady Z in a ratty housecoat, the puffs of hair left on half of her head still sporting pink curlers, her mouth ringed with blood like she’d missed while applying her lipstick, limped toward us from the opposite direction.
   She stumbled along, taking mincing steps in dirty pink slippers. A small plastic handbag dangled from a chain around her arm. I watched her progress, unable to shake the thought of somebody’s grandma heading to a tea party before she went missing.
   Carm’s poke at my arm barely registered, my focus solely on Grandma Z shuffling along.    “Bec? You good?” my cousin asked.
   I shook my head, but didn’t trust myself to answer. My eyes blurred and got a little moist. I’d never expected this sudden stab of emotion. Up until now the Zs hadn’t bothered me, but this little old lady was different. She could’ve been anybody’s charming little grandma who unfortunately had somehow become infected.
   I couldn’t do it. Not this time.
   As if she sensed my hesitation, Grandma Z gave another little growl and reached for me with chubby hands, her fingers pocked with rot, bits of bone sticking out. I stared at her and screamed when Carm pushed me aside. “Bec, watch out!”
   Carm pumped her gun, the paintballs hitting the senior Z full in the face. She made mewing sounds like a baby and grabbed at her dripping flesh.
   It was too much for me. I averted my gaze. The sight of her agony and the reality of her body falling to pieces bothered me like it never had before. Read the rest…

* C.A. (Christine) Verstraete is the author of GIRL Z: My Life as a Teenage Zombie and several short stories. See details at her website http://cverstraete.com or visit her blog,http://girlzombieauthors.blogspot.com.
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Halfway down the concourse they came to a wide stairwell.  Signs hanging from the ceiling indicated that they led to the main tunnel network, two levels above them.  At the far end of the concourse, tunnels branched off in three different directions.  Another set of signs above those tunnels directed them to surface access, the airfields and a series of research labs with long, confusing titles that Jacob didn’t even try to figure out.
    Jacob walked a little farther down the concourse and squinted at the signs.  “Chelsea, what’s your aunt’s lab called?”
   “Morphic Field Studies and Application.”
     Jacob shrugged.  “I need somebody with better eyes than me.  I can’t read those signs.”

   But behind Chelsea, Kelly looked terrified.  She was staring up the escalators, wide eyed, shaking her head. Read the rest… 


“I’m so sorry,” I mumbled against his mouth.
   And I was. I was sorry that I hadn’t told him the truth, that I hadn’t trusted him to keep that truth to himself, and I was sorry that I had been too stubborn to realize it. Trust went both ways, and while I had been deliriously angry with the fact that he hadn’t trusted me, I equally hadn’t trusted him.
   “No, don’t apologize, that’s my job. I was a total dick to you. I know that, I know I ruined what we had. That’s on me.”
    I shook my head, but he pulled away and looked carefully into my face, his eyes burning with intensity.
   “None of us are perfect in this world, we’re both far from it, but when you find someone worth dying for, you have to believe that they’re worth living for too.    You are worth living and dying for, and I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

   “I’m sorry too.” I blinked away the tears and smiled at him. “I have so much to tell you. I want to tell you everything.”  Read the rest… 


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Wednesday, June 24, 2015

#SummerofZombie - #Zombie Book Excerpt Wed-Thurs


Summer of Zombie  Wednesday-Thursday!! 

It's Teaser Week! - Read some teaser posts from favorite and soon-to-be-favorite authors' zombie books! (Weds. - Last day to order your T shirt. See link at end.)

Full posts are  at the DyingDaysZombie blog. 

(I am adding excerpts here below once the posts go up.) NOTE: Some books I post here may vary from the blog so be sure to go to the site. You'll still find all kinds of great books to read - some new to you (and me too!) 

(If these are repeated books, I may just add the link) 


Wednesday June 24

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Excerpt from Midway: The Harvesting Series Book 1.5
We had been driving for a few hours, trying the radio with no luck, when we finally came to a fork in the road. We had a choice between two dirt roads. We pulled over and examined the map. The Bronco was low on gas, and the small town that was supposed to be there wasn’t.      Vella’s map was as old as her Bronco. There was no sign of a town or anything else anywhere. I had wanted to get away from people, but I didn’t want to be in the middle of nowhere. Both roads looked equally country. We knew Mama Rosie’s truck wouldn’t be able to make the haul. She’d have to ride with us.
   “Let me go talk her into coming with us,” I said to Vella, opening the door.
   “I can move some stuff and fit her in the back.”
   “It ain’t her fittin’ I’m worried about. What if she won’t leave her snakes?”
   “Convince her.”
   I nodded, and Puck and I hopped out and headed toward Mama’s van.
   When I came to the side of the van, Mama wasn’t in the driver’s seat. She must have gone back to check her snakes. I opened the door and called to her. “Mama Rosie?” 
   She didn’t answer. Read the rest…


Julianne Snow Teaser

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An Excerpt from The Dead of Penderghast Manor
    
Perhaps now would be a good time to explain what actually occurs after death. Death is not completely final. There is something that remains once one’s pulse stops; a consciousness, best described as an afterlife, continues.
    There are a few that escape the eternal box; they’re the faceless, nameless people that you sometimes pass on the streets. The ones that you ignore, or rather, forget to notice. Unlike the Hollywood version of the Zombie mythos, they are unconcerned with consuming living flesh. Their main goal is to find a quiet place to exist until the moment their bodies completely give out.

    In some rare cases, they seek out living companionship and to an extent, respect. Read the rest...


Jay Wilburn Teaser

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Teaser from chapter one of The Dead Song Legend Dodecology 
Book I: January from Milwaukee to Muscle Shoals

Donna Cash tucked her dick away from the front of her sequined dress. She adjusted the wig she had borrowed from the box of supplies left unclaimed by previous drag queens, mostly eaten by zombies in the streets of Milwaukee.
   She took the stage and stumbled on her left platform shoe which threatened to fold under and snap her ankle. Donna stood tall and sexy, but Timothy Janvier was short and had a growing belly. He wore a girdle and high platforms to make the transformation.
   Donna straightened her back and slid her gloved hands down past the full curve of her hips. The fingertips showed through cuts in the satin gloves to reveal the shine of bright red nails against the sequins covering her body. She mixed wine color and slut red polish when she could find them in the ruins of beauty shops to get her signature hue that looked crackled and sexy under crappy propane lights. Beauty shops did not get hit like grocers, liquor stores, and gun shops. She slept in them some nights trying new make-ups until she felt drowsy. Read the rest…


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The scream that echoed through the apartment was ripe with terror. It tore violently from Kyndra Thornton’s throat as she bolted upright in bed. Her eyes shot open, but she didn’t see the familiarity surrounding her. Her mind told her that she was in mortal danger and her emotions believed it – they convinced her that her cause to be frightened was real. Her jaw throbbed from an old wound, one that brought horrors with it, horrors of a zombie and a crazy woman from her past.
    “It’s okay, honey,” John Daniels said, awakened by her scream. He reached out to comfort her from his side of the bed.
    The hand that came toward Kyndra wasn’t human; the skin was hanging off with puss and blood dripping from the claws at the tip of each finger. She screamed again and lashed out at the hand reaching for her, punching it.

    “Ouch, damn it,” John growled, sitting up and rubbing his bruised hand. “What did you do that for?” Read the rest…

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My name is Warren Walsh.  My twin brother is Scott.  We’re twenty-seven years old last April 3rd.
    We both have red hair and freckles.  Our facial features are what some might call chiseled.  Square chins, strong jaw lines.  Dimples.  Well-sized noses.  Vivid green eyes.  We’re both 6’5” tall.
    I keep my hair long, usually wearing it in a ponytail; Scott’s hair is about down to the middle of his back.  He wears a full beard and mustache, but I only have a goatee.

    Based purely on our descriptions and birth dates, I suppose at this point it’s not necessary to tell you we’re identical twins. Read the rest…


Thursday June 25

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Prologue
Trying to become one with the massive Douglas fir, Raven squatted and pressed her back hard against its gnarled trunk. With the unpleasant sensation of coarse bark grating her skin through the thin tee shirt she’d thrown on during her hasty retreat from the compound, she strained mightily in the dark to hear anything over her heartbeat and labored breathing.
    Finally, after a few seconds spent listening and probing the dark with her eyes for any signs of movement from the direction of the footpath leading to the grass-covered clearing, she heard twigs cracking and the hollow thuds of plodding, unsteady footsteps.

    Then, seemingly from all around, she heard the ubiquitous rasps—like dried cornstalks rustling in a stiff breeze—of determined first turns on the hunt. Read the rest…


Luke Ahearn Teaser

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Cooper felt as if his heart stopped when suddenly he tripped and fell flat on his face. His sister fell on his back. He was pinned down and the zombies were only a few feet from them. Before he could stand, Ellen was screaming and thrashing wildly as she fought for her life. Her screams intensified and he could feel her body getting jerked and pulled about. The only thought running through his mind was no, no, no, no, no. He tried to stand but was pushed back down to the ground by the violent struggle on top of him.
    Then he felt his sister’s body suddenly lifted from his back. His eyes filled with tears as her bloodcurdling screams tore through him. He was desperate to save her even though he knew she was as good as gone.
     Cooper planted his hands flat on the ground and tried to push himself up but he couldn’t stand, he couldn’t even get his chest off the ground. Immediately after his sister’s body left his back, feet were stomping him down. A knee here, a hand there, the dead were surging over his body. They were tripping, falling, and rising again to pursue their kill. His sister’s screams fueled him, and he pushed his muscles to the breaking point but it was no use, the weight of the zombies pressed him flat. It was getting difficult to breathe.   Read the rest...

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Zombie Bob's upcoming new adventure!

Here is a sneak peek inside my upcoming novella Bob Meets Sam. I hope you enjoy:

The zombie sang along as he danced and soon he was head-bobbing like an agitated rooster and pointing his finger disco-style. The other patrons watched him with smiles on their faces. Anytime he pointed his finger someone’s way they ducked a little. Bob was well known in Martin’s Bar and folks knew that parts of him had a habit of disengaging from the others.
    As Creedence Clearwater Revival’s ‘Fortunate Son’ replaced AC/DC Bob’s dancing slowed. He still made patrons smile as he did the sprinkler to the CCR hit. Griffin chuckled as he turned his attention back to doing inventory. He kept on counting the liquor bottles, stopping occasionally to watch the zombie get down.
    It was during an unintentionally aggressive disco point to the door that Bob’s hand flew off and toward the entrance. A tall lithe woman with olive skin and dark hair caught the hand midair and smiled.
    “Damn, Bob, you could’ve given me a hug instead of a flying high five.”

    “Hey, Sam! You know me, I love lending a hand.” Bob shrugged. He’d recently gotten over being embarrassed about losing a part or two, it happened more often these days. Read the rest…


Melanie Karsak Teaser




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