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!
thrilled to be here on Sharon’s blog to share an excerpt with you from Zombie Erotoclypse.
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.
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…
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
it was like. That day. That moment.
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.
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
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.
past me into the apartment.
the fucking door shut,” he said, his voice a dry rasp.
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
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
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
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.
goodness zombies are only fictional (I think…) And if you want more it’s only
99c or 77p for all five stories!
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
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