Welcome Tamsin Flowers with something dead sexy; her new collection Zombie Erotoclypse. She brought along a chilling excerpt – enjoy!

 

Hi

Thanks, Danita, for letting me bring my zombie hoard over to your place. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Tamsin Flowers and I’m here today to tell you a little about my first solo collection of short stories, Zombie Erotoclypse!

Zombie what?

Zombie Erotoclypse is a collection of five short stories – all zombie erotica, great fun and a little bit steamy, with even the odd romantic tear-jerker thrown into the mix.

Bar the Door, which is the final story in the collection, is one of those—a more serious look at what a zombie apocalypse might be like—but it’s still sexy and romantic at the same time.  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 an excerpt:

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.

That’s what 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.

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.

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.

Galen pushed past me into the apartment.

“Get 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.

“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.”

‘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.

“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.

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Thank goodness zombies are only fictional (I think…) And if you want more it’s only 99c or 77p for all five stories!

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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.