Cover Reveal: Under My Skin (The Immortality Strain, #1) By Shawntelle Madison @Shawntelle @NereydaG1003

Under My Skin

(The Immortality Strain, #1)

By Shawntelle Madison

Release Date: 12/09/14

Book Summary:

Everyone wants to either be a member of the Guild or work for them. Little does the populace know that the Guild hides sinister secrets...

For Tate Sullivan, life in her small, coastal town is far from glamorous. The affluent lives of the Guild members and their servants isn't something she has ever wanted. But all sixteen year-olds must take a simple test, and Tate's result thrusts her into the Guild's world, one where they hide horrible plans for those they select. Tate must fight the relentless General Dagon for control of her mind, body, and soul to keep the one precious thing she has always taken for granted: herself.

Her only ally is the same handsome boy she is pitted against in General Dagon's deadly game. Quinn desires nothing more than to end the life of General Dagon who has taken over Tate's mind. While romance blooms between Tate and Quinn, General Dagon plots to eventually take over Tate's body, and love might end before it even begins.

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Shawntelle Madison is a web developer who loves to weave words as well as code. She'd never admit it, but if asked she'd say she covets and collects source code. After losing her first summer job detasseling corn, Shawntelle performed various jobs-from fast-food clerk to grunt programmer to university webmaster. Writing eccentric characters is her most favorite job of them all. On any particular day when she's not surgically attached to her computer, she can be found watching cheesy horror movies or the latest action-packed anime. She lives in Missouri with her husband and children.

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Blog Tour: Jack Templar and the Lord of the Werewolves By Jeff Gunhus @Jeffgunhus @toobusyreading #Giveaway

Jack Templar and the Lord of the Werewolves

Fresh from confronting the Lord of the Vampires in the limestone catacombs beneath Paris, Jack Templar faces his toughest challenge yet as he searches for the next Jerusalem Stone, this one being held by the Lord of the Werewolves.

But the narrow escape from the vampire lair came at a great cost and Eva battles to survive the new vampire blood in her veins. The only chance to help Eva is to continue their quest and find the Jerusalem Stones. Reuniting the Stones will not only stop Ren Lucre’s coming war against mankind, but also transform Eva back into her human self.

From the ruins of ancient Delhi to the depths of the Black Forest in Germany, Jack and his friends face monsters, bewildering riddles and treachery from the most unlikely of places. Through it all, they are plagued by the Oracle’s prediction that at least one of their group with not make it through the adventure alive. Worse yet, they know that Kaeden, the Lord of the Werewolves, will do his best to make sure none of them do.

But they are monster hunters of the Black Guard… and they will do their duty, come what may.

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The stench hung heavy in the air. There was no other smell in the world quite like it. First came the stink of grease fires from the wall torches, the heavy black smoke that roiled through the air like a foul fog. Then a moldering, musty base layer came to the senses. It reeked of decay and seeping moisture that grew black mold on every surface. The mold clung on the rough-cut rocks lining the dungeon tunnels. It covered the thick iron bars holding the prisoners in place. It even grew on the tattered rags covering the miserable creatures in the cells and likely on their skin as well. That final smell overlay the symphony of stink.

The Creach prisoners.

Werewolves, harpies, blind mad-worms, blinderwursts, fangpiercers, even some demons held with the special pure iron chains required to keep them in place. Many of these creatures were pungent under the best circumstances, but locked in the deepest dungeon underground, sometimes for decades, they took on an odor so ripe, so awful, that visitors to the dungeon often had to hold their breath to enter. Even then, the smell would make their eyes sting and well with tears.

Immediately after leaving the dungeon, visitors were allowed a bath or a shower in the castle. As they washed the stench from their bodies, they would feel an overwhelming sense of thanks that they were not a prisoner wallowing in the horrifying conditions they’d just witnessed.

No one, human or Creach, wanted to be a prisoner in the dungeons of Ren Lucre.

Far away, at the end of one of the long, twisting corridors, came the creak of a massive door opening. The prisoners stirred at the sound. Their reactions mirrored how long they had been in their cells.

The newer arrivals looked up with expectation, still hopeful their punishment was going to be short and that someone was coming to tell them their nightmare was over.

Those who had been there longer knew that hope was useless in this dark place. They simply cowered farther into whatever dark corner they could find in their cell, desperate not to be noticed by the Master.

Then there were those who had been there the longest. They simply looked up with mild interest, knowing that nothing they did made any difference. Their spirits were broken. Worse, they knew this to be the dark truth, and they simply didn’t care.

One single prisoner reacted in none of these ways. He simply stood, and the rags that had once been his clothes hung on his bony frame. Unbroken by years of starvation and torture, he still squared his shoulders in the direction of the sound and raised his chin, his eyes glistening in the torchlight with defiance. What he saw would have brought a normal man to his knees, but this man was no more normal than the monster approaching.

Ren Lucre, the five hundred year old vampire, filled the hallway as he strode through it, his cloak billowing behind him as he rushed past the stinking cells. His pale, narrow face looked pinched and concerned. His blood-red lip pursed in a straight line, and his eyes glowered like embers in a fire that might at any time combust into new flame.

He came to the thick set of bars that held the proud man, stopped, and stared him down. “Well, if it isn’t the Lord of the Creach,” the man said. Even though his voice was course and weak, he still managed an edge of bitter sarcasm. “You look like you’re having a bad day.” The man spat on the floor. “Good.”

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Author Jeff Gunhus

Jeff Gunhus is the author of the Amazon bestselling supernatural thriller, Night Chill, and the Middle Grade/YA series, The Templar Chronicles. The first book of the series, Jack Templar Monster Hunter, was written in an effort to get his reluctant reader eleven-year old son excited about reading. It worked and a new series was born. His book Reaching Your Reluctant Reader has helped hundreds of parents create avid readers. Killer Within is his second novel for adults. As a father of five, he and his wife Nicole spend most of their time chasing kids and taking advantage of living in the great state of Maryland. In rare moments of quiet, he can be found in the back of the City Dock Cafe in Annapolis working on his next novel. If you see him there, sit down and have a cup of coffee with him. You just might end up in his next novel.

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Book Tour: Up the Tower By J. P. Lantern @jplantern @GoddessFish #Giveaway

Up the Tower
by J. P. Lantern

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Disaster brings everybody together. A cloned corporate assassin; a boy genius and his new robot; a tech-modified gangster with nothing to lose; a beautiful, damaged woman and her unbalanced stalker-these folks couldn't be more different, but somehow they must work together to save their own skin. Stranded in the epicenter of a monumental earthquake in the dystopian slum, Junktown, there is only one way to survive. These unlikely teammates must go...UP THE TOWER.

  

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Before anything else-before the riot, before the flood, before the gap and the deaths and the fires and the pain-before all of that, Ana just wanted to get the hell out of Junktown.

But she was stuck there with Raj, and Raj had all the bodyguards, so she couldn't very well leave on her own. Walk into Junktown without any protection? No, thank you. She had a knife on her, but that was hardly enough. The knife fit neatly in a small, luxury Cardion-brand sheath at her side.

The rest of her outfit was direct out from a fashion magazine. She wore tight black Cardion slacks, her patent leather Aushwere ankle boots sexy and stylish and perfect for inner-city walking. Her dark blue blouse was Cardion again (there had been a sale); already she had noticed the way Raj had been hugging his eyes to how it cupped and clung to her body. He would have been looking a bit more, perhaps, but she wore her favorite Kadaya Sarin-brand leather jacket, allowing her a bit of modesty with the long sleeves and tight collar, despite the thinness of the material. She was a woman dressed to impress, but also was no whore-she had her man. He liked her dressed attractive, but not like some slut. Ana knew what he wanted, because that was her entire life, as she saw it, from now on.

They were inside the ground floor of a tall building. Cleanbots rushed around them, sweeping up dust, guided along by retrofitted eyebots that spied out areas of dust and disrepair.

"Here's where we'll have the lobby," said Raj, opening his hands out wide to the open space.

Ana had presence of mind to hold her tongue.

What she wanted to say was, "Really, dear? Here in the first possible place that someone could enter from the street? That's where you'll have the lobby? That's so inventive. You're so smart."

What did she say was, "Oh! It will look beautiful, I'm sure."

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WRITING PROCESS

My writing process is organic, most of the time. It's hard for me to force anything when it comes to writing, but it's next to impossible for me to force the writing of a novel. What that means is that I tend to have a lot of small inspirations over time that I record somewhere or another-a notebook or an email draft that I hold onto-and I start building this back-log of ideas that I'm interested in and want to explore.

Finally, after enough of that, something really strikes up the flame with me. So it's sort of like building a fire, collecting all these pieces of tinder and kindling ideas over the course of a whole lot of reading and paying attention, and then by the time the fire starts, you have fuel to last you a while. And you need a LOT of fuel for a novel, because they take so long to write.

Many people use outlines to write, but I don't normally use much of one. I basically walk into a plot knowing that I want it to go to a few specific places, and I have a setting in mind, and then I try and work backward from there. Wondering what sorts of characters would belong in such a place and time, wondering what decisions they could make that would lead them to the places I want the reader to go. A lot of the characters in my latest book, UP THE TOWER-a gangster with a cybernetic arm, a cloned assassin, a kid who is a genius with robotics-came about after I had a good idea of the sort of setting I wanted, and who would fit inside of it, but also because I had ideas about who I wanted to include, and what sort of setting they would need.

You can sort of think about how you could have any number of people in any given situation. But for the situation you're writing, there are only a very small amount of correct people. So, those people are out there, already, in the ether, waiting to be discovered, and you're just unearthing them bit by bit as you're moving forward.

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J.P. Lantern lives in the Midwestern US, though his heart and probably some essential parts of his liver and pancreas and whatnot live metaphorically in Texas. He writes speculative science fiction short stories, novellas, and novels which he has deemed "rugged," though he would also be fine with "roughhewn" because that is a terrific and wonderfully apt word.

Full of adventure and discovery, these stories examine complex people in situations fraught with conflict as they search for truth in increasingly violent and complicated worlds.

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Blog Tour: Shattered by TP Hogan @TP_Hogan @HotTreePromos #Giveaway

"Here she was, the girl who didn't believe in ghosts, standing in the middle of a set of stone steps waiting at a mirror for a ghost to appear."

Sebastian Ashcombe has been trapped behind the mirrors of Ashcombe Manor almost 150 years. He can view the manor using the mirrors as windows to the solid world but he can't communicate with anyone and no one can see him.

Until Now.

Mattie Holmes visits Ashcombe Manor in Dunmore England after her mother marries Alex Ashcombe. The last thing she expects is a man in the mirror. Bastian is not a ghost. He didn't die. He was cursed behind the mirror on his wedding day in 1869. As they start to unravel the mystery they realise they are running out of time. If they don't break the curse before February 29th Bastian will simply disappear.

Breaking a centuries old curse is hard enough, but Mattie is starting to fall for Bastian. Not only is his very existence in jeopardy but to love a man in the mirror may only lead to a shattered heart.

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Book Blitz: Losing Track (Living Heartwood #2) by Trisha Wolfe @trishwolfe #losingtrack @NereydaG1003

Losing Track (Living Heartwood #2)

by Trisha Wolfe 

Release Date: 10/15/14

Summary from Goodreads:

Sometimes you have to lose your way before finding the right track.

The roar of a bike engine. The vibration between her thighs. The feel of cool darkness kissing her skin as she coasts along twisty back roads at night-Melody Lachlan lives for these things. Ever since Mel and her best friend Darla escaped their small, backwoods town, they've traveled the countryside in search of fast rides, tatted bikers, and good times.

A self-proclaimed poet and lover of all things free, Mel views her life as one long bike ride-with pit stops along the way to numb the pain. But she never saw herself as a junkie. Party as hard as you ride. That's her motto…until a tragic night steals her soul. Then she's forced to delve below the surface, to where her demons rage.

When she meets recovered drug addict Boone Randall, she's more likely to deck him than kiss his dimple-adorable face. She doesn't want his help; doesn't want to own up to her part in that night. She just wants to do her time and keep her promise to her friend. Yet Boone challenges Mel, and soon she doesn't mind sharing the road. Only when Boone's own secret demons threaten their newfound, fragile security, Mel's course becomes rocky, and she must decide if letting her well-worn track marks fade is worth finding a new path. 

Told from Dual point of view from Melody and Boone, this is a New Adult Contemporary Romance intended for readers seventeen years of age and older.

 

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Boone

She sniffs hard and clears her voice. But doesn't say anything.

I do. "What's wrong?"

There. Two simple words. Could be any two people meeting in a hallway, asking the same thing, and it'd mean absolutely nothing. But for us, those words break through every barrier we've assembled.

Her choice: answer something noncommittal, like "nothing," and give me the brush off. Securing our casual friendship remains the same. Or, answer honestly…changing everything. I'm not sure which I'm rooting for. Just as I wasn't sure yesterday if I wanted her to accept my rejection-or push past all my barriers and tell me to fuck off, she was taking control. I lied when I told myself I was relieved; I wanted this girl to scare the shit out of me, to make me react.

Her throaty voice cuts through the suffocating fear creeping over me. "I got a letter. From a friend. He's just been released from jail."

I notice the folded paper in her hand. Her fingertips pinching the paper, holding it away from herself. "That's good news." It's not a statement; it's a question.

She nods. "Yeah."

Silence thickens between us.

"Walk?" I offer, hoping I can get her out of whatever funk this friend has caused.

Nodding again, she picks herself off the floor and folds the letter to make it smaller. She stuffs it into the back pocket of her jean skirt before saying, "So how did you fair with the blue balls yesterday? You seem to be walking all right."

A chuckle slips out. I know she's avoiding. Doesn't want to talk about the letter or her friend, so I can roll with her punches. "Worst case I ever had." And that's no lie. I thought long and hard about jerking my dick to kingdom come, but I settled for blue balls. An extra little dose of punishment for almost fucking up.

"And that's the best compliment I've ever had. Thanks, Boone." She nudges me with her shoulder as I shake my head.

As soon as we step outside, I drop my shades over my eyes and instantly regret my idea. For the seconds I was entranced with Mel's pain, with her, I forgot about the sky-high heat index. "Shit. If there was ever a month to get the fuck out of Florida," I say.

"No shit," she agrees. Turning to face me, she adds, "You do have a bike. Well, sort of. Not sure I classify your Bonnie bobber as one, really…" she trails off, and I let the slight against my bike slide. I figured her for an all American girl. "But we could Bonnie and Clyde our way to Sturgis. Pun totally intended." She winks. "There's always, like, a crazy aftermath of drag races and parties following the rally."

I want to think she's joking. But I have a sure feeling in the pit of my stomach that if I offered her to leave right now, she'd hop on the back of my bike. No questions. And suddenly, there's a sickness gripping my gut to match that feeling-I want that.

At some point, whether it was the moment she touched me, the heated look in her eyes, or the second I saw the hopelessness forming around her in the hall…a line was crossed. There's no walking away now.

This girl will break me.

And I'll beg her to do it.

We reach the benches near the basketball court and she slides onto the top seatback. I lick my lips, thankful for my shades as my gaze travels up her creamy legs to her thighs. I imagine running my hand up that same course. Under her skirt…

Fucking hell. At some point, I'm going to have to wear my dick out. I should beat the hell out of it each time before I see her. I'm like a horny teen getting a taste of porn for the first time. It's embarrassing.

I've gone almost a year with no real temptations. Where the hell did this girl come from? She blindsided me.

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The Darkest Part (Living Heartwood )
by Trisha Wolfe
Release Date: 08/06/13

Summary from Goodreads:
Pressing the boundaries of both the psyche and the heart, Sam and Holden embark on a dangerous journey that will test the limits of love.

Sam Wintry's life used to be almost perfect. She was engaged to her childhood best friend and high school sweetheart, Tyler Marks, planning an amazing cross-country honeymoon during her college break. But after a hit-and-run leaves her in ruin, she begins seeing Tyler's fractured, ghostly presence, and her family believes she's losing her mind. Not until she completes their journey, stopping along the way to scatter Tyler's remains, will Tyler be able cross over. Only...is Sam ready for him to leave her?

When the black sheep of the Marks' family, Holden Marks, returns to check on Tyler's case, Sam convinces him to give her his brother's ashes. Despite their shaky history, she needs him...plus, he owes it to Sam and his brother. What she doesn't count on is Holden's relentlessness to go on the trip.

On the road, Holden realizes just how unhinged Sam has become. Dealing with her psychosis forces him to confront his dark past, making it harder to keep secrets hidden that should remain buried. Especially from Sam, the only woman he's ever loved. And as Sam starts to unravel the truth, she begins to question if the brother she's unwillingly falling for again is in an even darker place than her.

New Adult Contemporary coming this year.

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I'm the author of the YA Steampunk DESTINY'S FIRE (Omnific Publishing), ASTARTE'S WRATH NA Historical/Supernatural, and the upcoming YA Utopian FIREBLOOD from Spencer Hill Press, October 2013. My NA Dark Fantasy OF SILVER AND BEASTS available May 2013.

I'm the creator of YA Bound, a promotional site for the Young Adult genre. Also a member of SCWW and The Apocalypsies.

A proud business owner, I'm partnered with my partner, my husband. When I'm not busy doing all of the above, I'm a wife and the mother of a gorgeous teen boy who's the sounding board for my male characters.

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Title- Two Degrees Closer to Hell

By- David Fingerman 

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Speculative fiction writer, David Fingerman, is back with a series of short stories guaranteed to curl your toes and raise your hair. If you're looking for some quick thrills, let these stories take you on a ride that will bring you two degrees closer to Hell.

      

From the short story 'The Devil Takes a Vacation'

Cries of anguish bounced off a blood-and-gut-smeared hallway as two demons forcefully escorted a kicking and screaming Clarence Hogswell. This was going to be his first personal face-to-face with Master.

The royalty chamber seemed an endless cavern, now virtually empty. Clarence hadn't seen it since being denied the Pearly Gates all those years ago. At that time, multitudes of damned souls filled the room and cowered, but at the same time cheered Great Satan. Ironically, many prayed to God for Satan's favor.

Hollow footsteps echoed throughout the hall as the demons led Clarence past the thousands of bones and carcasses that littered the floor. Finally he was in front of the great stage, and the two guards threw him to the ground.

"Hogswell!" the voice boomed.

The self-proclaimed King of Kings rose from his throne, leaned down and picked Clarence up, grasping the trembling man's head in a taloned hand.

"No time to mince words, Hogswell, I know you're wondering why I summoned you, so I'll get right to the point. It's been over two centuries and I've decided to take a short vacation. I'm getting burned out." Beelzebub waited for a reaction. When he got none, he dropped Clarence in a heap. "Humor has always been lost on you, Hogswell. Anyway, for the next few years, or whenever I feel like coming back, I'm leaving you in charge of Hell."

Fear and shock wrapped itself around Clarence like linen strips around a mummy. He couldn't have heard right. Out of all the great world leaders throughout time, now residing here in splendor, there was no way Satan would leave a timid bumbler in charge of anything, let alone all of Hell.

"But your Glorious Eminence…" Clarence cowed.

The Greatest of Greats sneezed. Flames shot from his nostrils, incinerating one of the demon escorts. Little balls of fire dripped from his nose and sizzled on the ground as he continued. "No need to thank me, my boy. I'm sure you'll do just fine."

Clarence felt convinced this was just one more in a long line of cruel jokes. But never before had he been the butt of a joke from the top leader himself.

"But your Grand Inquisitor, I'm sure there must be others more worthy than myself."

Satan's pupils glowed red and expanded over his entire eyeballs. Steam escaped from his pores and his hair ignited in blue flame. "Of course there are, you stupid little turd!"

Lucifer's aura pushed the tiny man tumbling down the great hall. The Sultan of Sulfur then hurled a burning spear with pinpoint accuracy. As Clarence prepared himself for the torturous pain, the spear stopped an inch from his face, then turned and struck the other demon. Both the spear and the demon evaporated.

"Now, now, my boy." The Prince of Darkness appeared, standing over Clarence, His voice sounded almost meditative. "To be perfectly honest, your work here has been, well, quite disappointing to say the least." He lifted Clarence up onto his feet. "Helping your comrades, always eager to please - you've been told hundreds of times that kind of behavior will not be tolerated. That's why I've been telling your supervisors to lean on you. We don't need, nor do we want, any goody-two-shoes." The King of Lies' voice turned from calm to threatening. "I know what you've been trying to do, but repent all you want, it won't work. You're here to stay."

Clarence shivered as he remembered the various tortures he'd endured. Being thrown into the lava pits, drawn and quartered, and the worst, being de-boned and left to wriggle like a worm until the supervisor shoved the bones back in. It took weeks for Clarence to rearrange them so each bone went to its proper place - and he had to do it on his own time.

"I've decided it's time for you to prove yourself," The Evil One continued. "Show some initiative, like when you were alive. Did you show any compassion for all of those people you swindled?  That poor widow who invested her life savings into your care?  How about all of those families that were put out on the street after you conned them out of thousands? Of course not! You were a leader then, a thinker. That's why you're here."

Clarence looked down at his feet as shame spread throughout his body. The Devil sensed the guilty conscience and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the floor so they were eye-to-eye.

"Listen you little butt-hair. A guilty conscience means squat around here." Phlegm sprayed from Satan's mouth, burning like acid through Clarence's flesh.

Just as quickly as his temper flared, the Evilest of Evils morphed into the gentleman's gentleman. "Now, I've already sent out the memo explaining that you're in charge. I've let it be known that if anybody gives you problems, they will be dealt with accordingly when I return. I don't think there's anything else. Oh, one last thing. You've got a great deal of responsibility now. Have fun with it." A sneer crept across Satan's face. "If you do well, I'll reward you greatly. Screw up, well, you've only been here fifty-three years. You'll remember those years as heaven compared to what you will go through for the rest of eternity."

Hogswell froze as he watched the Devil turn and walk away.

"Oh yeah, and one more thing." Satan turned back around. "Stay off the throne. You don't know how long it took to make that cushion fit just right."

With that, Lucifer began to spin. Faster and faster he went until he burst into flames and disappeared.

About the Author

During the summer months when the sun is shining and birds are singing, David is perfectly content to sit in his office, with blinds drawn, typing away at the computer. His favorite day of the year is the first day toward the end of summer that's cool enough to pull a flannel shirt from the closet.

As a student at the University of Minnesota, David realized that if he switched his major from journalism to speech, he could graduate that quarter. It was a no-brainer. After 24 years of working in the court system, he walked away to write full time - another no-brainer.

Two Degrees Closer to Hell will be his second collection of short stories. He has also written three other novels.

David is married and lives in Minneapolis.

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Review: Zombie Apocalypse: Book 1 By Jason Brandon

Zombie Apocalypse: Book 1
By Jason Brandon
Kindle Edition, 15 pages
Published May 11th 2014 by Dinaric Limited

Blurb:

Moss was not prepared for The Event. No one really was. When the Zombie Apocalypse came crashing down, there was no time for thinking, only surviving.

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Moss a teenage boy turned zombie killer wakes up on the first day of the zombie apocalypse to a wired noise. Something or someone was banging on his door well it wasn't exactly a banging noise it was more like a "smack……smack……smack" kind of noise. Something was telling Moss not to open the door but that day he wasn't paying any attention to the little voice or the vibes he was getting. So needless to say what does he do? He opens the door of course. After all he is human and it is human nature to satisfy the cat. What does he find on the other side of the door? Oh it is just his mom turned zombie come to feed and Moss is the next thing on her menu. Ole' Moss turns around and high tails it out of there. The only problem with his escape is the fact that he jumped out of the window and when he hit the ground he blacked out. When he woke up he saw that he was surrounded by strangers and that they had saved him from his zombie mom.

Moss now had some new friends who would help him stay alive in the world that they were living in now, a world that has gone to h3ll and back in a hand basket. His new friends were Andrews, (their leader of sorts) Ellis and Jones. One day Andrews spotted a herd of zombies that were probably around a couple of hours away and Moss being more than just a zombie killer was also a scout and so was the one sent to check the herd. Jones the navigation guy or the one with map and compass told Moss where to go.

He was sent to a suburbia area to check out all of the houses and secure them but when he got there he noticed that all the doors on the houses were standing opened. He thought this was kind of weird but didn't dwell on the matter. After checking a few of the houses he found that someone had been there before him and they were not zombies. Moss was very disturbed by the conditions he found the houses to be in.

He tried to radio the rest of his group to let them know what was going on and that he had checked most of the houses. But all he got from his radio was static. He was worried about his buddies but there wasn't anything he could do about it at the moment. He hoped that all of his buddies were ok and maybe just in a predicament at the time where they couldn't answer him back at the moment.

Zombie Apocalypse was a very good read that kept me on the edge of my seat wondering what Moss was going to do next. Zombie Apocalypse may be a short story but it read like a novella and gave you in depth knowledge of what was going on at the time but I would like to have known more about the virus that started it all. I loved the twist at the end but I would really like to know more about what was going on there. But it was a very good ending that left you wanting more which is what a good book should do. I can't wait to get my hands on the rest of the books in this series. If you love zombies as much as I do then you will love Zombie Apocalypse. My guess is that you have not read anything like this one in a long time if ever. Pick up your copy today.

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