Zombie Erotoclypse In the House
I’m thrilled to be hosting Tamsin Flowers on my blog today. She and I were both contributing authors in the High Octane Heroes anthology earlier this summer. We had a ton of fun, and became online friends. So, without further delay, please welcome Tamsin Flowers!
For those of
you who haven’t come across me before, my name is Tamsin Flowers and I’ve been
writing erotica for a couple of years – and hopefully you’ll be hearing more of
me in the future!
you who haven’t come across me before, my name is Tamsin Flowers and I’ve been
writing erotica for a couple of years – and hopefully you’ll be hearing more of
me in the future!
Anyway, I’m
thrilled to be here on Sharon’s blog to share an excerpt with you from Zombie Erotoclypse.
thrilled to be here on Sharon’s blog to share an excerpt with you from Zombie Erotoclypse.
Zombie what?
Zombie Erotoclypse is my new collection of short
stories – all zombie erotica, great fun and a little bit steamy. And the
excerpt I’ve brought along today is from the final story in the book, Bar the Door.
stories – all zombie erotica, great fun and a little bit steamy. And the
excerpt I’ve brought along today is from the final story in the book, Bar the Door.
Bar the Door is probably the most serious – and
the most romantic – of all the five stories and I have to admit it’s a bit of
tear-jerker. Can you imagine how you’d
feel if your other half came home and showed you that he’d been bitten by a
zombie? This is what happens to Emma and Galen and they know they have just a
few short hours left before the unspeakable happens…
the most romantic – of all the five stories and I have to admit it’s a bit of
tear-jerker. Can you imagine how you’d
feel if your other half came home and showed you that he’d been bitten by a
zombie? This is what happens to Emma and Galen and they know they have just a
few short hours left before the unspeakable happens…
Here’s the
excerpt:
excerpt:
Bar the Door
No matter how many times you dream of the
worst possible disaster befalling you, when it actually happens it’s ten
thousand times more terrible than anything you could imagine. Think about that for a moment and then try to
imagine the split second that’s so terrifying it goes beyond anything you could
have dreamt.
worst possible disaster befalling you, when it actually happens it’s ten
thousand times more terrible than anything you could imagine. Think about that for a moment and then try to
imagine the split second that’s so terrifying it goes beyond anything you could
have dreamt.
That’s what
it was like. That day. That moment.
it was like. That day. That moment.
Galen
knocked on the door in the secret pattern, I drew back the bolts and first
thing I saw was blood. On his shoulder,
all the way down his arm, soaking the sleeve of his shirt with a dark, sticky
stain. I smelt it too, sweet and
metallic, somehow animal.
knocked on the door in the secret pattern, I drew back the bolts and first
thing I saw was blood. On his shoulder,
all the way down his arm, soaking the sleeve of his shirt with a dark, sticky
stain. I smelt it too, sweet and
metallic, somehow animal.
Terror swept
through me and I dropped to my knees. It
was the moment I’d been dreading so long and it hit me like a punch in the
gut. I couldn’t breathe and my head
started spinning.
through me and I dropped to my knees. It
was the moment I’d been dreading so long and it hit me like a punch in the
gut. I couldn’t breathe and my head
started spinning.
I should
have slammed the door in his face. I
know that now. But I knew it then and I
didn’t do it. We’d been living like this
for so many months I’d lost count. And
every day, before either one of us went out to scavenge food, we repeated the
mantra: if a zombie attacks, don’t come
back/bar the door to the biters and the bitten. Galen was wrong to come home to me once he’d
been mauled and I was wrong to let him in.
But I’m glad I did. Whatever the
future holds as a result of our actions that day, I’m glad Galen just didn’t
vanish without a trace into the zombie hoards.
Because that’s what would have happened if he hadn’t come back to me.
have slammed the door in his face. I
know that now. But I knew it then and I
didn’t do it. We’d been living like this
for so many months I’d lost count. And
every day, before either one of us went out to scavenge food, we repeated the
mantra: if a zombie attacks, don’t come
back/bar the door to the biters and the bitten. Galen was wrong to come home to me once he’d
been mauled and I was wrong to let him in.
But I’m glad I did. Whatever the
future holds as a result of our actions that day, I’m glad Galen just didn’t
vanish without a trace into the zombie hoards.
Because that’s what would have happened if he hadn’t come back to me.
Galen pushed
past me into the apartment.
past me into the apartment.
“Get
the fucking door shut,” he said, his voice a dry rasp.
the fucking door shut,” he said, his voice a dry rasp.
He staggered
to the couch while I fought with reality.
It took the sound of a zombie blood howl on the porch to bring me
round. I leapt to my feet and slammed
the door, throwing the bolts with practiced speed. Then I peered out through the metal grid
covering the only small window left at the front of the house. There were three of them, mature and fetid
zombies, lumbering across our porch and I immediately heard one of them
scraping against the door. I reached for
the rifle.
to the couch while I fought with reality.
It took the sound of a zombie blood howl on the porch to bring me
round. I leapt to my feet and slammed
the door, throwing the bolts with practiced speed. Then I peered out through the metal grid
covering the only small window left at the front of the house. There were three of them, mature and fetid
zombies, lumbering across our porch and I immediately heard one of them
scraping against the door. I reached for
the rifle.
“Leave
them,” said Galen. “They’ll go
away when they realize they can’t get in.
Don’t waste bullets on them. You can’t afford to throw any away
now.”
them,” said Galen. “They’ll go
away when they realize they can’t get in.
Don’t waste bullets on them. You can’t afford to throw any away
now.”
‘Now.’ I knew what he was referring to—and ‘you’. An
icy cold hand clasped around my heart. I
went over to where he lay sprawled on the couch. There was a lump in my throat when I tried to
speak.
icy cold hand clasped around my heart. I
went over to where he lay sprawled on the couch. There was a lump in my throat when I tried to
speak.
“What…?”
“…happened? I got careless, Emma. I fucking got complacent.”
And then my
big, strong, adorable Galen started to cry.
It was something I’d never seen him do and it cut me up. Even more than seeing the blood on his
shoulder that was his death knell.
big, strong, adorable Galen started to cry.
It was something I’d never seen him do and it cut me up. Even more than seeing the blood on his
shoulder that was his death knell.
****
Thank
goodness zombies are only fictional (I think…) And if you want more it’s only
99c or 77p for all five stories!
goodness zombies are only fictional (I think…) And if you want more it’s only
99c or 77p for all five stories!
Amazon.com
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UK
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Author bio: Tamsin Flowers
Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted
erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun. In the
words of one reviewer, ‘Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that
forces itself upon your own body.’ Her stories have appeared in a wide variety
of anthologies and she is now graduating to novellas with the intention to pen
her magnum opus in the very near future. In the meantime, like most
erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten stories at once:
while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more
about her at Tamsin’s Superotica or Tamsin Flowers. Follow her on
Twitter @TamsinFlowers or on
Facebook Tamsin Flowers.
erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun. In the
words of one reviewer, ‘Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that
forces itself upon your own body.’ Her stories have appeared in a wide variety
of anthologies and she is now graduating to novellas with the intention to pen
her magnum opus in the very near future. In the meantime, like most
erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten stories at once:
while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more
about her at Tamsin’s Superotica or Tamsin Flowers. Follow her on
Twitter @TamsinFlowers or on
Facebook Tamsin Flowers.
Love it. Love it. Love it. Thank you sooooo much for joining us today. I’m excited for this new release and I just know it will do very well. Running over right now to add another book to my Kindle. Hope some of you will do the same.
What about you? Do you read zombie romance? Zombie Erotoclypse? That’s a mouthful for sure. Hope you enjoy Tamsin’s creative talents and her great sense of humor.
Sharon Hamilton
Life is one fool thing after another.
Love is two fool things after each other.
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Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly
Thank you, shelly.
Hi Shelly – thanks for reading and sharing, and thanks, Sharon, for having me on your blog.
Tamsin
xxx
You are entirely welcome. My pleasure.
Hi Tamsin, enjoyed your snippet wish you all the best with your release. sharing and tweeted
Julie, you are a sweetheart!
Hi Julie – thanks for stopping by and for sharing the post.
Tamsin
xxx
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