Jaime Johnesee Guest Post for #WinterZombie2014


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            Let me start off by saying that I really appreciate you giving me some time on your blog today. My name is Jaime Johnesee and I’m here today to talk about something that is very important in a zombie story –the characters. 

 

            If readers don’t care about the characters, then the storyline is really nothing more than a moot point. Would Harry Potter have been as successful if Harry was an annoying brat? Probably not. Would any best selling book –throughout history– have done as well as it did if it was created with characters that nobody gave a flying fig about?   

 

            Having well fleshed (yeah, I went there), realistic, and relatable characters is a necessity in all stories. Especially seeing as how in today’s most popular zombie fiction the characters are what is most important to the story while the zombies become merely a backdrop for that tale to unfold. There is a similar theme running throughout all zombie fiction but what keeps these stories so fresh and popular are the people that the author drops into the stories –the ones who have to fight the zombies.

 

            Zombies are an awesome monster, one of my favorites, the lore and history that surrounds them is absolutely amazing to read. If you have time I highly recommend delving into the historical and cultural significances zombies have had on society. There are some fantastic papers out there on the undead. Not to mention some wonderful blogs that discuss zombies in both fiction and history.

 

            As for me, I made a very different choice with my zombies and I used them as the main characters and the humans as the backdrop. The people I was hanging around with caused me to change the way I saw zombies and so I decided to head down another path with my world. It so happened that my path was more humor than horror. I know many folks, me included, who love the vicious flesh hungry monsters. Yet with my own work I felt the need to go another direction. I wanted to capture the friends I have that love to role-play as zombies. Every time I sat and talked with these pals of mine I came away feeling lighter and happier. I saw a challenge in taking a well known monster and making it human.

 

            My character, Bob, is just a regular guy (with really bad luck) who died and was raised by a necromancer. He is the same fellow he was before his death. He has the same feelings and emotions it’s just that he happens to be rotting. Occasionally, bits of him fall off but he can quickly reattach those with a stapler or a special glue.

 

            I went a more comedic route with my zombie because I felt like that’s the sort of guy Bob is. He jokes a lot and is self effacing with his humor. He finds something funny about almost every situation and, because of that, he doesn’t ever give up no matter how bad things are for him. Basically, he’s the Clark Griswold of the supernatural world.

 

            I even decided to put a little piece of my own life into every Bob story. For each novella, or short story, there is one scene, or anecdote, where my real life merges with Bob’s. Most of the stuff is too comical to not include it somewhere, and these events just fit with his bad luck.

 

            At any rate, I am of the opinion it is the characters that make a book either great or one you will never remember in a million years. Plot is the cornerstone, sure, but the building surrounding that plot –making it so impactful–  are the characters.

 

            If you can write a character that is believable, and can be well and truly loved (or loathed) so completely, then you’ve done a good job as an author. With current zom-poc books the characters are even more important because the monster is familiar and the theme of survival is the same. You need the characters, and their interactions, to take center stage. They are what the book is truly about. Not the zombies, not the apocalypse, not even the survival; it’s about the people thrust into those situations and their reactions.

 

            That’s my two cents on the matter. I’d love to hear what you think in the comments below. I hope you guys have a fantastic day and I just want to take a moment to again thank my wonderful host for having me on their blog today.

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The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

 

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #WinterZombie2014

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1524813084430035/?ref_notif_type=plan_user_joined&source=1

 

AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in November, here’s the complete list, updated daily:

 

http://armandrosamilia.com/2014/11/01/winter-of-zombie-post-list-winterzombie2014/

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Jack Wallen Teaser for #WinterZombie2014


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Cry Zombie Cry

 

Jack Wallen

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“Oh my God, turn that fucking thing off!” Joshua shouted over the Obliterator.

“What’s the matter, tough guy?” Morgan chided.

Jamal leaned forward, his head between the front seats, to address Josh and Morgan. “Tell me you have an ETA on your unit.”

“Aren’t you having fun? It’s like Camp of the Damned.” Joshua laughed at his attempted humor.

“Yeah, I’ve seen that film; it doesn’t end well—at least not for us.”

Morgan leaned over and smacked the back of Joshua’s head. “Stop being such a goofball, Josh. Tell the poor man how soon the cavalry will arrive.”

Josh laughed and glanced at his watch. “They should be here any minute.”

The distant sound of moans wafted up from the darkening sky.

“Please don’t get dark yet,” Echo whispered, as if to hide her plea. I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame and pulled her into me.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything hurt you.”

The words took me back to broken promises from the past. Susan—another young girl I’d promised to protect. That failure would eat at my heart for eternity. The only thing to be done was to finally make good on a similar promise and ensure nothing happened to Echo.

So far, so good.

“By the way, what’s the plan once we’re gassed up and on the road?” Jamal spoke softly. I loved that about him, how he always knew when to effect peace in a room—one of his many gifts.

“The plan hasn’t changed,” I started. “We hunt down and kill the Zero Day Collective and reclaim Jacob.”

Echo shuddered. “Jesus, when you put it that way it makes Jacob seem more property than prophet.”

The sentiment cut sharply. The thought that Jacob would ever be seen as a commodity to be tossed back and forth between enemy lines was insane. He was my baby, my joy, my hope for life. The idea threatened to spiral me down into emotional withdrawal. I had to change the subject before I reached critical psychological mass.

“Speaking of which,” I added, as I focused my attention back to the laptop, “I need to see if the tracker has any hits.”

It has always been rumored that technology would eventually be the ultimate demise of man. The singularity would occur and machines would take over. The tiniest fragment of my intelligence begged me to consider it possible the singularity had finally arrived—in human form. The lowest common denominator had won out and would overtake the planet with predictable stupidity and greed. Ignorance and power were the new currency.

I propped the laptop back on my lap and minimized the Obliterator application. In its place came the tracker. The application ran in the background, collecting tons of data from the network at large. Any time specific suspect words were captured, traveling across the global network of connected computers and communication satellites, a flag would be raised and the data packets logged. Once the tracker had collected enough data, I could sift through the information and begin piecing together the location of the Zero Day Collective and Jacob. It was only a matter of time before they appeared on my radar. The NSA and Sherlock Holmes had nothing on me.

As soon as the tracker window was open, Jamal peered over my shoulder, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as my eyes ripped through the information. A pattern started to develop.

Mobile unit.

Biologist.

Zero Day Collective.

Jacob.

40.0176 degrees North.

105.2797 degrees West.

“Bethany,” Jamal whispered, “that’s Boulder, Colorado. But what does it mean by “Mobile unit”?”

“Well, Jamal, I would assume it means that whoever is sending out these communications happens to be on some sort of mobile Zero Day Collective biological unit. In other words, it’s moving.”

Jamal sighed. “So getting a fixed location isn’t likely.”

I nodded.

Jamal grinned. “Yes, but…if you get a number of consecutive coordinates, you can at least predict where the unit will be at a given time. Of course, that would require knowing what type of unit and at what speed they were traveling.”

Before Jamal could continue, I silenced him with a palm to the lips.

“Joshua, how quickly can you get us to Boulder?”

Josh laughed. “At this rate it’ll take, oh, forever!”

Again, Morgan smacked Josh across the back of the head.

“I’m just fucking with you. We get back up to speed soon, and I can have you there in a day…tops.”

“B, what do you have in mind?”

Before I could answer Jamal, a soul-destroying roar ripped through the truck. The prehistoric release was followed by the shattering of glass and a pale arm reaching into the truck. Dirty, blood-soaked fingers tangled deep into Echo’s hair and yanked hard. Echo released a cry that was almost too high in pitch to hear as the arm pulled her head toward the shattered glass.

“What the hell? The Obliterator is running strong.” Josh shouted, as he gave the volume knob for the Obliterator one last turn.

“Oh my God, look at its ears,” was all Morgan needed to say.

Blood was caked around both ears. A thick, viscous liquid bubbled from the holes on the side of his head.

“The fucker cracked his skull on the cement until he went deaf,” Joshua added. “Perfect immunity to the power of the Obliterator.”

The beast gave another tug that pulled Echo’s head nearer the shattered window. Echo’s arms flailed outward to thwart the thing’s attempts at commandeering her skull.

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The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

 

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #WinterZombie2014

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1524813084430035/?ref_notif_type=plan_user_joined&source=1

 

AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in November, here’s the complete list, updated daily:

 

http://armandrosamilia.com/2014/11/01/winter-of-zombie-post-list-winterzombie2014/

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Joe McKinney Guest Post for #WinterZombie2014


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Why I Write the Dark Stuff

 Joe McKinney

 

 

In my day job, I’m a patrol supervisor for the San Antonio Police Department.  I work the west side of town.  The police officers who make the calls, who make the arrests, who keep the peace in the busiest part of the city, they work for me.  I’m the one they call when they have major crime scenes that need managing or when something just doesn’t look right.

 

What that means is that I have to see a lot of dead bodies.  And I mean a lot of them.

 

Like last week.  One of my officers called because he had a decomp (police parlance for a body that’s been rotting in place for a good long while) and he wasn’t sure if it was suicide or homicide.  So I showed up to the apartment and there was the dead guy, seated on the floor (or almost on the floor, his butt was about two inches off the carpet).  He had a noose around his neck, though you could barely see it because his skin was so bloated and gummy with rot that it had sort of oozed over the rope.

 

“So, what do you think?” the officer asked.

 

“Suicide,” I told him.

 

“But he’s sitting down.  Wouldn’t he have rolled over or something when he started to choke?  That’s like an instinct or something, isn’t it?”

 

“No,” I said.  “What you’re looking at is an act of will power.  If you want to do something bad enough, you’ll see it through.”

 

He looked from me to the body and shook his head.

 

“Besides,” I added, “look at all that medication in there in his bathroom.  Those drugs are for hepatitis and cancer.  He did this because he was hurting pretty bad.  And look up there.”  I pointed to the ceiling where our dead guy had nailed the rope to the rafter.  “He did that because he didn’t want the rope to slip off.  And look at where he chose to do this, here in the bedroom, so his relatives coming in the front door wouldn’t have to see him.  I bet if you look around here, you’ll find a note.  Probably in the other room, out of sight of the bedroom.”

 

The officer nodded.

 

We both stood there, staring at the body.  The apartment didn’t have air conditioning, and it felt like standing inside an oven, even though it was the middle of the night.  The smell was really bad.

 

The officer kind of chuckled and said, “So, Sarge, I guess this is one for your next book, huh?”

 

I offered him a bland smile.  Cops develop their gallows humor long before they learn that it’s actually a defense mechanism against the horror of confronting your own mortality, and this officer was one of the young ones.  He still had a lot to learn.

 

“Go look for the note,” I said.

 

He stiffened.  “Yes, sir.”

 

When he was gone, I found myself looking at that dead man’s face.  Suicides always get to me. Something about standing in the presence of someone so desperate to take control of their pain and their emotional devastation that they would resort to this makes me feel numb.

 

In the other room, the young officer was clumsily knocking around.  Something fell over and broke.  I almost called out to him to be careful, but held my tongue.  You see, my mind had drifted from my day job to my night job.  I was thinking about what he’d said about my next book.  So many people seem to have that opinion about horror, and about zombie fiction in particular.  To them, a book about shambling dead things eating the living must be nothing but gratuitous violence and gore.  What else could it be?

 

Well, I take exception to that.

 

I started writing because I was scared of the future.  My wife and I had just gotten married.  Then we had a daughter, and the world suddenly seemed so much more complex.  In the wink of an eye, I went from a carefree young cop—a lot like the one in the other room knocking stuff over—to a man with more responsibilities than he could count.  I had obligations and commitments coming at me from every angle.

 

I’d been writing stories for a good long while at that point, starting sometime in my early teens, but never with the intention of doing anything about them.  I would write them out on a yellow legal pad, staple the finished pages together, and leave them on the corner of my desk until the next idea came to me.

 

Never once did it occur to me to do something with what I’d written.  I just threw those stories away and forgot them.  But then came adulthood, and parenthood, and I found myself groping to put the world in order, to regain some of the control I felt I had lost.  I realized that writing could help me with that.  I realized that I could focus my anxieties and make something useful of them.

 

And so I started writing a science fiction novel.  It was a big space opera epic, and it was pure trash.  Every word of it was awful.

 

The reason?  Well, it wasn’t authentic.  It wasn’t me.

 

The real me, the kid who sat at his desk filling up yellow legal pads rather than going out bike riding with his friends, was a horror junkie.  I was crazy for the stuff.  Horror was my first literary love, and I figured, seeing as love was what drove me to return to writing, that I should write what I love. I was feeling like the world was rushing at me from every side, so I wrote a zombie story about characters who had the living dead rushing in at them from every side.  That’s when things started to click.  That’s when it all made sense.

 

But it wasn’t just that simple.  You see, I sincerely believe that fear is the most authentic, and the most useful, emotion available to the storyteller.  It is as vital as love, and indeed, gives love its profundity, for what makes love, and family, and everything we treasure so valuable but the fear that it could all go away in the blink of an eye.  For me, fear goes far beyond monsters.  It is the catalyst for my creative process, and without that creative process, I’m afraid I would wither up inside.  I’m not saying I’d end up like that suicide I just told you about if I couldn’t write anymore, nothing that melodramatic, but absence of that creative outlet would be a hole that nothing else could fill.

 

So that’s why I write the dark stuff.

 

Joe McKinney

San Antonio, Texas

September 11, 2012

Plague of the Undead

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The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

 

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #WinterZombie2014

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1524813084430035/?ref_notif_type=plan_user_joined&source=1

 

AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in November, here’s the complete list, updated daily:

 

http://armandrosamilia.com/2014/11/01/winter-of-zombie-post-list-winterzombie2014/

 

#NaNoWriMo Day Three of Bleh


This post will be short and sweet, filled with excuses and then a bold statement which may or may not come to fruition (I love using fruition whenever possible)

Excuses

Since the calendar flipped over to November 1st I have:

1. Been very, very sick. I know I’ve been very, very sick by the amount of times I’ve complained loudly to Special Gal by saying ‘I’m very, very sick’ to the point she keeps quiet but stares at pillows and other items and imagines putting them over my face to shut me up.

2. I went to a very cool surprise birthday party and met special people in Special Gal’s life. Only it was a 4 hour car ride (damn you, Orlando traffic!) and I felt like crap the entire time. Luckily, I hardly ever drive. Another reason Special Gal sometimes stares overlong at pillows and my face. 

3. The hotel room on Saturday night took turns being too cold and then too hot and the bed was horrible. Would it kill a good hotel to spend an extra buck on pillows that don’t fold down to paper-width as soon as my head hits them? Even if Special Gal wanted to kill me with these pillows I think I’d survive. If I got 3 hours of sleep I’d be surprised. 

4. The ride back to Jacksonville sucked because… yep… now we were both sick. We spent Sunday in different rooms moaning and napping on and off. Oh, and Thug Life was also sick when we got home. Three sick people. Not cool. 

5. I woke up this morning to the neighbor delivering fill to his yard. At 8 am on a Monday. Loudly with giant trucks. Of course, behind our house is a wetlands you’re not supposed to build on. The builders were very specific. You can’t build on it. The neighbor is obviously special, because he cut down about thirty feet behind his home to put in his own pool. I hope it sinks into an evil burial ground while he’s in the pool. 

6. I have 3 Arm Cast: Dead Sexy Horror Podcast interviews to do today. I can kinda breathe and can talk for short bursts and can cut out the hacking up a lung parts (I hope). I also have e-mails and Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014 things to get done and catch up on… and a million other things, like finding socks because my feet are cold right now and this is Florida and ridiculous I might need to put on pants another day and…

Bold Statement

By the end of November I WILL have my 50,000 words in on this thriller novel. You’ll see. But now I am 3 days in the hole and need to catch up…

Armand

Winter of Zombie Post List #WinterZombie2014


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Here is the complete list and link to every post for the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014… updated daily!

Saturday November 1st

Kickoff! 

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Sunday November 2nd

Jack Wallen interview

Jaime Johnesee guest post

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Monday November 3rd

Mark Tufo teaser

Shawn Chesser interview

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Tuesday November 4th

John O’Brien guest post

Jack Wallen Interview

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Wednesday November 5th

Jay Wilburn teaser

Bobby Adair guest post

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Thursday November 6th

Eric A. Shelman interview

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Friday November 7th

Joe McKinney guest post

Jay Wilburn interview

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Saturday November 8th

Jack Wallen teaser

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Sunday November 9th

Jaime Johnesee interview

Shawn Chesser guest post

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Monday November 10th

John O’Brien guest post

Jay Wilburn guest post

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Tuesday November 11th

Armand Rosamilia interview

Eric A. Shelman interview

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Wednesday November 12th

Mark Tufo short story part 1

Bobby Adair interview

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Thursday November 13th

Mark Tufo short story part 2

Joe McKinney interview

Armand Rosamilia guest post

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Friday November 14th

Mark Tufo short part 3

Eric A. Shelman guest post

Jaime Johnesee interview

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Saturday November 15th

Shawn Chesser teaser

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Sunday November 16th

Jack Wallen guest post

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Monday November 17th

John O’Brien interview

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Tuesday November 18th

 Jay Wilburn teaser

Shawn Chesser interview

Joe McKinney guest post

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Wednesday November 19th

Joe McKinney teaser

Bobby Adair guest post

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Thursday November 20th

Jaime Johnesee teaser

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Friday November 21st

Jay Wilburn guest post

John O’Brien teaser

Mark Tufo interview

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Saturday November 22nd

Jay Wilburn interview

Jack Wallen guest post

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Sunday November 23rd

Jaime Johnesee guest post

Jack Wallen teaser

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Monday November 24th

Shawn Chesser guest post

Jaime Johnesee teaser

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Tuesday November 25th

Bobby Adair teaser

John O’Brien interview

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Wednesday November 26th

Jay Wilburn guest post

Eric A. Shelman guest post

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Thursday November 27th

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Friday November 28th

Mark Tufo interview

Armand Rosamilia interview

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Saturday November 29th

Armand Rosamilia guest post

Eric A. Shelman teaser

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Sunday November 30th

Jack Wallen guest post

Jaime Johnesee guest post

Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014 #WinterZombie2014


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Another November means another zombie blog tour!

 

The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

 Armand Rosamilia

Mark Tufo

Joe McKinney

Bobby Adair

Eric A. Shelman

Jay Wilburn

John O’Brien

Jaime Johnesee

Jack Wallen

Shawn Chesser

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #WinterZombie2014

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1524813084430035/?ref_notif_type=plan_user_joined&source=1

 

AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in November, here’s the complete list, updated daily:

 

http://armandrosamilia.com/2014/11/01/winter-of-zombie-post-list-winterzombie2014/

 

 

Another Great Box Set I’m In! #horror


Yep, I’m in another great box set with some great authors. I’ve been very lucky to have been part of three of them with author Mark Tufo so far… and hoping we do many more in the future together. But wait… there’s more than just Mark and I to peruse… 

First, the latest one… and only 99 cents!

Hallowed Horror

HALLOWED HORROR

The supernatural comes to life in this limited edition box set. Featuring some of the best names in horror working with some amazing new talent, this collection is full of terror and suspense.

This set includes 10 paranormal stories of ghosts, demons, vampires, shifters, and witches. Grab your copy today. Any paranormal occult fan will love the creatures crawling within Hallowed Horror.

The Spirit Clearing – Mark Tufo
All the Little Children – Christine Sutton
Fangs in Vain – Scott Nicholson
The Unsaintly – Lisa Vasquez
Generation Evil – Eric A Shelman
Pride – Chantal Noordeloos
Whispers – Heath Stallcup
Shifters – Jaime Johnesee
Tool Shed – Armand Rosamilia
Dust to Dust – Eden Crowne

What’s fun for me is my offering, Tool Shed, is no longer available anywhere else in print. So this is the only place to read it right now if you haven’t, and you can read it for pennies. Pretty cool. 

Previously, we offered a killer box set and it is also only 99 cents!

Horror Within Box Set

HORROR WITHIN: 8 BOOK BOXED SET

****8 Book Boxed Set**** For a limited time at $0.99! Something for every horror lover in this 831 page set.

Armand Rosamilia – Dying Days
Travis Tufo – Red Sky
Tony Baker – From The Ashes
Eric A. Shelman – Dead Hunger
Ian Woodhead – The Unwashed Dead
Robert Chazz Chute – This Plague Of Days
Mark Tufo – Zombie Fallout + Bonus Short Mayan Prophecy
Scott Nicholson/ J.T. Warren – Meat Camp

Tons of great zombie goodness in this set, and the introduction to my Dying Days series (currently working on Dying Days 5)

And the first one we did together… and also only 99 cents!

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EPIC APOCALYPSE – APOCALYPTIC HORROR BOXED SET – 6+ BUNDLE

Epic Apocalypse Boxed Set

Welcome to the Apocalypse

Tis’ the season for all things that go bump in the night. Today’s top selling horror authors bring to you this boxed set of six full length apocalyptic tales and a teaser from award winning author Joe McKinney. Turn the lights off, enjoy the ride and find out what is lurking under your bed.

Mark Tufo – Zombie Fallout
“Working as both straight up survival fiction and comedy, Mark Tufo’s FALLOUT is a gory, laugh out loud tale of a community of heroes, cowards and misfits struggling against zombies. Tufo’s unlikely hero is one of the funniest and most endearing characters I’ve seen in zombie fiction.” – Craig DiLouie, author of TOOTH AND NAIL and THE INFECTION

Heath Stallcup – Return Of The Phoenix: Monster Squad
Stallcup’s debut is a fun, rollercoaster ride of a story, and easily the best that I’ve read all year. It’s part military fiction, part horror, with elements of fantasy and science fiction thrown in the mix. Yet somehow, this novel has the stark realism and well-researched detail you would expect to find in nonfiction. The author’s vivid characters and comfortable writing style left me believing in all the things that go bump in the night and more importantly, in the men and women who hunt them down! – Jaye H

John O’Brien – A New World: Chaos
Once I picked up this novel and began reading I could not put it down. The characters are well developed and the story is filled with edge-of-your-seat action. I dare you to pick up a copy and read it. – Troy D

Armand Rosamilia – Darlene Bobich: Zombie Killer
Upon finishing this book, I asked myself “What makes this one different from all the others I’ve read?”. I’m here to tell you just that. Armand is meticulously descriptive, his characters are colorful & he doesn’t fail to leave out any gory zombie details. His zombies are still creepily human, with desires beyond eating brains. Darlene is loveable, strong, & heroic, while being fragile & very female at the same time. I found myself holding my breath more than once, wondering what was waiting around the proverbial corner for our little band of survivors. The end is surprising, & leaves you craving more. A wonderful, entertaining read. I’m a fan for life!! – Susan M

Joe McKinney – Dead Wait Teaser from Bram Stoker Award winning author
“One of those rare books that starts fast and never ever lets up. . . a rollercoaster ride of action, violence and zombie horror.” –Bram Stoker Award-winning author Jonathan Maberry on Dead City
“Gritty suspense. . .You’re gonna like this guy.” –Tom Monteleone
“A rising star on the horror scene.”–Fearnet.com

Shawn Chesser – Trudge: Surviving The Zombie Apocalypse
Author Shawn Chesser has written a zombie story full of scares, excitement, sadness and kick-butt action. Unlike other authors, even some of the big names, Chesser understands female character as well as male. This is such an important thing in a book with strong characters that are of both sex. I would recommend this book to all zombie fans, it’s a good one. – examiner

James Cook- No Easy Hope: Surviving The Dead
I absolutely adored this book! The storyline and the characters kept my interest and I couldn’t put it down! This has to be in the top five of my favorite zombie books so far. For those that love zombie stories this is a must read! – G. Atkinson

Darlene Bobich: Zombie Killer is the prequel to the Dying Days series. A novella I am very proud of. And you should read it. 

That’s a ton of cool books for less than $3.00 (I used a calculator)… seriously, if I wasn’t already in these box sets I’d be buying them myself!

Armand