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Hi
The Walking Dead will be back soon but just in case you can’t wait, I’m bringing you a little taster from my new collection of zombie short stories, Zombie Erotoclypse. They’re funny, they’re hot and there’s even a tear-jerker hidden in the mix—if you’ve ever wondered about zombie lust and loving, this is the book for you!
Here’s the blurb:
If you’re missing The Walking Dead, if you’re the slightest bit fond of zombies or if you think they’re smarter than we give them credit for, this is the book for you – in Zombie Erotoclypse the zombies have one thing on their mind and it ain’t about eating your brain!
Have you ever wondered whether zombies have sex? Fall in love? Lust after humans? The five stories in this red hot collection of zombie erotica will answer all these questions and more. If you thought it was tough being a teenage virgin, try it zombie style or why not take a visit to the club where humans get to have their wicked way with hot young zombies – for a price… Meet the Peeping Zom, who develops an obsession with a hot human blonde. Who looks after new zombies and teaches them the art of zombie love-making? And how would you react if the love of your life came home one evening with a zombie bite?
Tamsin Flowers has written a collection of always entertaining and sometimes thought provoking erotic zombie shorts which will teach you one thing at least – zombies have the best sex!
Today’s excerpt is from the third story in the collection, Peeping Zom. This is a new twist on the classic peeping Tom scenario—as I think the title makes quite clear!
Zombie Erotclypse: Peeping Tom
Stanley was lecherous before he became a zombie but now… When he catches sight of a beautiful blonde disrobing in an abandoned house, he thinks all his Christmases have come at once.
The sudden sound of a woman’s laugh, cut off in the middle, drew him to the back of the house. She was in there. He knew it was her—the laugh sounded right. Youthful and melodic, like music to his ears that were now so used to only hearing the grunts and groans of other zombies and the squeal of rats as he tore into them with his teeth.
There was a long, low window adjacent to the door at the back of the house. It was secured just as well as all the others but as he inspected it, Stanley discovered a knothole the size of a penny in one of the strips of boarding. It was about a foot lower than his natural eye level, but if he rested his elbows on the sill and slumped at the knee, he could bring himself down to the right height to look through it.
At first he could see hardly anything at all. The flame from a single candled glared in a pool of black. But as his eye gradually became accustomed to the dim light, he was able to make out the shapes of furniture. And then bodies. There were two people in what was obviously a bedroom, caught in a standing embrace, arms round each other and mouths locked in a kiss. The woman had her back to the window and by the gold glint of her hair in the candlelight, Stan felt sure she was the Blonde from the jeep. He bit his lip as an appreciative grunt started to form in his throat. He couldn’t afford to be caught now, not before he’d seen what was going on.
The man’s arms were working their way up and down the woman’s back and Stan could see her pushing her ass out as his hands skimmed the top of her butt cheeks. She was horny as hell by his estimation. They stumbled slightly so now Stan could see them both side on. They were fully clothed, the Blonde in the same frayed jeans and scruffy tank she’d been wearing earlier, the guy in cargo pants and a dark T-shirt. Stan had a better view of the kiss now, as well. Open mouth to open mouth, the guy pushing down hard against her face, no doubt pressing his tongue deep inside, as she explored his mouth in turn. The Blonde moaned and anchored her hands in the man’s unruly black hair.
I hope you enjoyed it! And if you want more it’s only 99c or 77p for all five!
See you at our next stop!
Tamsin xxx
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.
Miz In Fall
Hi everyone. I’m Gem Sivad and I write romance. Nice to meet you. You’ve arrived at a stop on the End of Summer Blog Hop.I love summer. If you follow me much, you know I’m a beach freak and whenever I get a chance to spend some time by the ocean with hubs, I’m there.
But in autumn, when the leaves begin to fall and the weather turns crisp at night, the woods behind my house resemble this pic from Shutterstock.com. The view from my backyard inspired my paranormal Bitter Creek Holler series.
Call Me Miz and Hexual Healing are available now. The third book, Miz Behavin’, is a current wip and I hope to get it out soon. Below I’ve shared an excerpt from Hexual Healing, Book II in the Bitter Creek Holler series.
Click on the Hop Banner above to link to other participating authors. Be sure and leave a comment and tell me what inspires you in autumn and you’ll go in a drawing for any of my backlist ebook titles. On Tuesday, October 8th, I’ll let random.org select a winner.
This is an excerpt from an adult rated novella. By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age.
Blurb
Hexual Healing
Harvest the magic of Samhain and sex
Heal the beast, rebound the hex
Burn, witch, burn…
Incantations, scryings and hexes abound when hedge witch Missouri Hess breaks out her rough magic. The Autumn Solstice is days away, Bitter Creek Holler is pulsing with mountain mysticism, Miz is burning up with enough sexual energy to light up Fenway Park and her lover is MIA. She…is…pissed.
Nothing in his military, shapeshifting, Special Forces background has prepared Thomas Hunter for the torture of jaguar mating heat or the wrath of a furious witch. Though he’s on a mission in DC, his beast wrests control, returning them to their mate.
After Thomas delivers his own brand of sexual healing, it’s back to DC, with Miz. There’s twisted magic at work. Someone has unleashed a snake-eyes death hex. Good thing Miz is all about hexual healing. And Thomas stands ready to take all the heat from her sexual burn.
An Excerpt From: Hexual Healing
Copyright © GEM SIVAD, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Miz paced from one side of her living room to the other, stopping every once in a while to peer outside. The damned cat was in the tree again and Mother Nature had sent a storm. Lightning crashed and thunder rolled, making the earth shudder under the force of the ever-nearer strikes.
I will not invite that idiot inside. A picture suddenly flashed in her mind of the wet jaguar crouching on a slippery willow limb. Tough shit! Thomas Hunter was up a tree and he could stay there. Forget him, Miz. You met in midsummer, solved a crime together, boinked like animals—which he is, sort of—you came, he came, he left. End of romance.
“Serves you right,” Miz snarled. She didn’t know whether she blamed herself or him. She knew better than counting on anyone. She looked at the storm outside where sheets of water pelted across her yard in a rolling tide. He left, he didn’t call, we’re done.
Jerking a blanket around her shoulders, she stomped to the kitchen to see if the coffee was ready. Suddenly, a wash of pleasure shivered through her as she felt the essence of Thomas penetrate her body and melt her core.
Oh. My. God. She put passion in the mental punch she landed on his metaphysical, thick skull. Stay out of my head.
She was pleased to see that her hand was steady as she poured the usual liberal amount of creamer into the brew and stirred. I’m cool. I can handle this. She sipped her coffee, leaning over the kitchen sink to get a better view. I can’t see the cat at all. I hope he’s…
Overhead lightning flashed, splitting the air with a clash and boom as it struck the ground close by. The wind picked up speed and the willow tree trembled under the assault.
A yowl of desperate misery shamed her. What can it hurt? I’ll just…
Before she finished her thought, a splash of gold leapt from the tree and the next moment as she peered through the window, Thomas stood looking hopefully at her from across the yard. Naked Thomas.
