A little over a year ago I released Zombie Girl, a short story in the Once Upon a Zombietale Anthology. You can still buy the anthology and read the original story as well as all the other fabulous zombietales in the book.
Readers came to me after reading asking about the story which ends on a bit of a question. I write series so naturally leave a story open for possibilities but hadn't planned on expanding it.
Zombies were something I never really planned on writing about even though I've watched Dawn of the Dead, the Resident Evil movies and 28 Days Later series countless times. In fact all the movies are in my collection.
I'm not a stranger to zombie horror or the fun movies like Zombieland and Warm Bodies. In my own series, Zombie Girl, I incorporated both horror and silliness.
Premonition, the first book released today!
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Blurb:
Maddie’s parents flip when they find out she’s failing science. That’s her worst problem until she wakes up and finds they’re zombies. Now she must escape them and her house. With nowhere else to go, and the keys to her parents’ sailboat, she makes her getaway. Finding Bryce was a fortunate circumstance and the two take on zombies and set sail for parts unknown
Infection, the second book releases July 10! Pre-order it now. The .99 price tag won't last.
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Blurb:
When Maddie and Bryce touch, she knows her zombie dream wasn’t simply a dream but a premonition. It’s up to her and Bryce to save the world from the doomsday sickness that will kill everyone – in a manner of speaking.
They soon learn the zombies aren’t the only horrors that await them in the new fight-or-die world. They battle by each other’s side as the infection spreads globally.
Excerpt from Premonition
Annoyed and scared, I cranked the motor and pressed the gas
pedal to the floor. The car plowed forward, hitting the lead zombie. It
thumped, flew, and slid beneath the car. More zombies hit the car; body parts
and blood covered the windshield.
I fumbled with the dash, depressing buttons, looking for the
wipers. Once I found them and turned them on, they swiped away the blood,
leaving streaks on the windshield. Stuck in the pasty, bloodied streaks were
little black dots. I looked closer, squinting my eyes. They were lovebugs; horrible
little insects rumored to be created in a lab at the University of Florida to control the mosquito population in the
state. Twice a year, spring and fall, they marred every vehicle on the road and
were a complete nuisance. I was thinking
science again! And the thoughts kept coming. The heart pumps blood
throughout the body. Did the zombies’ hearts still work? Did I kill them?
Slamming on the brakes, I wanted to know. I turned the car
around, hitting the side of a truck’s bumper as I did. I drove by slowly. The
body parts were still moving, and a couple whole zombies struggled to get to
their feet. So how do I kill them?
With the car running, I considered my options and owned up
to my morbid curiosity about them. I rifled through the contents of my mom’s
car. No weapons. Disappointed, but not stupid, I turned and ran over the
zombies struggling to get up and turned around again, the car thumping over
their wriggling bodies and crunching away at their bones. I got back onto I-95
and headed towards the Marina.
Excerpt from Infection
Bryce and my father were in trouble. I had to do something,
so I grabbed the gun, twisted in my seat, and brought it to my face. I’d never
shot a gun other than in video games, but I’d seen tons of movies. It couldn’t
be that difficult. I clicked the lever thing on the topside of the gun. I knew
that was the safety.
“Maddie, your father can handle him” she said, her voice
quaking. I imagined her wringing her hands together like a dishrag.
From the corner of my eye, I watched Sarah lift her eyes off
the cat and stare towards me. I met her gaze and she nodded her approval then
mouthed, Be careful.
The men drew closer to the boat with each second I wasted. I
pushed the door open, snuck around the side and observed my surroundings. I
felt like a hunter in the wild carrying the big shotgun, but acted more like a
detective on a cheesy cop show. As I moved around the van, I spotted a crate
identical to the one where I found Bryce in my… our dream.
I scurried towards it, doing my best to step over and around
the large puddles so as not to make splashing noises that would catch the
creepy bald man’s attention. Upon reaching it, I crouched. Placing my back
against the wet wooden side, I slid around it and onto my knees and peeked out.
Bryce and my father stepped onto the boat, I used the man’s shining head as a
guiding light. He was still behind them.
Taking a deep breath, I moved back around the side and out
of their view. The nose of the shotgun rose over the top as I held it straight
and fired. Its recoil hit my upper thigh and I screamed as I doubled over, the
gun hitting the ground. My leg throbbed and I knew I’d have a nasty bruise.
Disclaimer:
Both stories end with a tad of a cliffhanger.
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