Cover Reveal and A Free Read: A Zombie Thanksgiving

I know we are nowhere close to the Thanksgiving holiday, but if you need a little taste of the season today (6/21) and tomorrow (6/22)  is your chance. I think this new cover works better than the others I’ve made for it. It still doesn’t have that pop I want it to have, but for now this is still the best cover I’ve ever given it. Grab your freebie at the links below.

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A short story about a woman who risks life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to keep the Thanksgiving tradition alive.

US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00MS9NO40?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

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Tuesdays with Mike and The Mike Beem Chronicles (6/20/2017): A Zombie Christmas 2

5 Stars out of 5: I dearly love this author’s short stories.

Description: A boy lost. A family desperate. It’s Christmas in a Zombie Apocalypse and Mike Beem is once again aiming for another Holiday miracle. His goal this year isn’t toys for the kids in the neighborhood. His goal this time is trying to save one small life so another family doesn’t have to suffer the way he suffered.

Mike lay in restless slumber, haunted by this world, haunted by the memories of those who had fallen, haunted by the ghosts of his past.

Donna Marie snuggled in close to him and stroked his long grey hair, trying to soothe him, trying to help him sleep. As she looked at him, lying there, she couldn’t believe she had fallen for a man who was just past 40-years-of-age.

Mike stirred, and opened his eyes. He turned his face to meet her eyes. She might have been 32, but her eyes carried the worry and trouble of so many who now lived in this world. “Couldn’t sleep?” He asked.

“I worry about you when you’re out there,” she replied, as Mike held her close. “We’re working clogs operating in a broken clock.”

“Are you worried about me going back out for that kid, Tommy?”

“Not just that. Every time you go out I worry about you. I wish you could just stay here and let everyone else do the running. Lord knows you’ve done more than most in this world. Building this place alone qualifies you for that,” Donna Marie replied, rolling over and sitting up. She slipped out of bed and covered her topless body with a house robe. She walked over to the window and looked outside. The snow was no longer falling, but the ground was covered in a heavy layer of white. Somewhere close to a foot, maybe a bit more, she guessed.

Did you know this was available as a paperback? Get it and the EBook at the Amazon links below.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MF4WHII

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CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01MF4WHII

DRAFT2DIGITAL (get the EPUB here)

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Tuesday Promotions (6/6/2017): The Dead of Winter

5 Stars out of 5: Frozen with Fear

Description: A short story about an apocalyptic nightmare in a crisp frozen landscape filled with winter and living corpses.Two men try to find safety in this dead world. Hoping to ride out the night. Hoping to find warmth and shelter. Hoping not to become food for the zombies.

Eric surveyed the road ahead and behind him. The world was filled with death. The highway was littered with silent, rusting cars sitting on rotting tires, waiting on drivers who were never going to drive them again. Ripped apart, torn open and partially eaten corpses littered the ground in various forms of decay. The corpses ranged from children to elderly adults. The zombies had done a number on them when they went into their “feeding frenzy.” The bodies that weren’t on the ground or pulled from their cars were still seated, and most of them still strapped into their seat belts, like they were still driving to whatever destination they had been going to before the world fell into death’s harsh embrace.

Eric breathed in deep and felt the cold air settle into his lungs. Bitter winter winds whipped at his face and tore at his clothes, trying to get inside the protective layers. Flakes of snow fell from the sky, nothing more than flurries.

“It’s something,” Eric replied, looking down at the white and grey cat in its carrier. He then put his eyes back on the man sitting with his back against a car.

Eric stood about six feet tall, with a long beard, and long hair. He had been alone for quite some time, so his appearance would be enough to frighten most people. He wasn’t emaciated or thin, actually quite muscular, but the lack of a good shower was starting to catch up with him. Dirt now clung to anything and everything it could attach itself to. He did his best to stay clean, but without hot soapy water there was only so much he could do.

“I guess we should go check him out. It’d be nice to have a conversation again. However -” Eric took out his pistol and checked the chambers. Six bullets accounted for, waiting for launch, locked and loaded. “- we will have this little guy just in case, just in case that guy isn’t what he appears to be.” He began to walk, carrier in his left hand, gun in his right.

You can get it on Amazon at the links below. 

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Cover Reveal and A Free Read: The Dead of Winter

I really like this cover. It just captures the essence of this story. I can’t claim credit for this one. James at goonwrite is the creator behind it. He does great work and I use his stuff when I can’t get it right myself. This short story is free today (5/31) and tomorrow (6/1) at the links below.

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A short story about an apocalyptic nightmare in a crisp frozen landscape filled with winter and living corpses.Two men try to find safety in this dead world. Hoping to ride out the night. Hoping to find warmth and shelter. Hoping not to become food for the zombies.

US: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01CR9BLB8?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B01CR9BLB8?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B01CR9BLB8?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01CR9BLB8

Tuesday Promotions (5/30/2017): It Sleeps at Dawn

5 Stars out of 5: Loved it!

Description: This short story is about a Vampire who stalks the Appalachian Mountains. A traditional Vampire who uses fangs instead of guns. He hunts. He kills. He sleeps at Dawn.

The woman ran.

Where was she?

How did she get here?

She had no clue.

Confusion raced through her brain as her long blonde hair blew out behind her, her feet making their way down the thick red carpeted hall past large stained glass windows filled with colored moonlight. The stained glass windows stood 10 feet tall and 20 feet wide with an arch at the top and an upside down cross attached to each center. One window showed a Vampire as it crept out of a crypt on a moonlit night, another showed a Vampire tearing open the neck of a victim lying on a bed (complete with blood spray), and the last one showed a Vampire sitting on a throne while other Vampires worshiped at its feet. The throned Vampire was flinging blood on them from a naked female corpse it had lying across its lap.

The woman passed the last stained glass window and saw a room on the right with its door hanging open like a hungry dark mouth ready to swallow her whole. Thick shaded windows provided no light from the moon as she paused in front of the open door, peered in, but saw nor heard any movement inside the black filled space.

She then looked at the pure gold candelabra sitting on a small stand just outside the room. Wax dripped from its three burning candles. It was one of five that lined the long hallway.

She gripped her nerves tight, pushed back the fear, and stepped up to the door that she hoped led out of the long hallway and into freedom. The door was made of solid oak, black from top to bottom and side to side, with a gold door knob in the shape of a demon with two emerald-green eyes. Bright red pentagrams were embedded into its wood. These pentagrams were so red they seemed to be filled with blood, ready to bleed at any moment, almost pulsing from their plumpness. She reached down for the handle, deep breaths filled with dread ran through her lungs, as her heart drummed a loud terror beat inside her chest.

Did you know this is also available as a paperback? Click the links below to find it as well as the EBook on Amazon.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LXYPP02

UK:  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LXYPP02

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CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LXYPP02

Tuesday Promotions (5/16/2017): Need to Feed

I thought we might take a break on Mike Beem for a bit and focus in on some of my other stories for sell. Don’t worry we will get back to Mike from time to time. Trust me, he’s still fighting the good fight against all those zombies.

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5 out of 5 Stars – Kudos for a new spin

Description: Another year. Another massacre looming. When the sun rises on the Old West town of Saltwater Junction this town will face head on two fierce predators. Vampires who stalk you in the sunlight, and werewolves that transform with the sunrise. This short story rewrites the legends and all you’ve ever known about these creatures of the night. Where do you go when there’s no place left to hide?

The sheriff sat in his office listening for the bells that signaled High Noon. He polished his silver star and put it back on his shirt. He loaded his two silver pistols, a brand that was slowly winning the west one shot at a time or so he had heard from those travelers passing through from the dusty trails of the southwest.

The sheriff looked up when heard the sound of hooves approaching in the distance, and glanced out his window. He could see the waves crashing on the beach, the yellow sand, and the bright sunshine. He always hated showdowns, because they not only disturbed the peace of his small town, but they took him to a dark and evil place. A place he didn’t like to go, but in this day and age he was forced to go there time and time again. How many showdowns at noon had he won? How many times had he been on the end of a barrel with a bullet in the chamber waiting for him? How many times had he stared down death in order to keep the peace? He didn’t have an exact number in his head, but he knew it was a lot.

The bells rang.

It was High Noon.

The sheriff stood up and put on his hat.

He slid his silver pistols into their brown leather holsters, each of them sporting smiling devils. Above the devils were small openings leading to pockets filled with holy water.

Did you know this is also in Paperback form? You can find it along with the EBook on Amazon at the links below.

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UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B006GWZ24U?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

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CA: http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B006GWZ24U?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

DRAFT2DIGITAL (also available in EPUB at this location)

 

Tuesdays with Mike and The Mike Beem Chronicles (5/9/2017): A Zombie Thanksgiving

A short story about a woman who risks life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to keep the Thanksgiving tradition alive.

5 out of 5 stars: Keeping hope alive.

4 out of 5 stars: Wonderful story of giving and hope.

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She stepped past the dead man lying over the conveyor belt, and paused in front of the candy section, which hadn’t been looted. Dawn grabbed a bag of hard candies and ripped it open. She started to munch on the rainbow of flavor, as she slung her backpack off her back and dropped it onto the conveyor belt. She unzipped the big front pocket, opened it wide, and emptied the candy shelf into it–making sure to get only candy that wouldn’t melt.

Dawn finished up her candy treat, took a pause, reloaded her gun, and gulped down a bottle of water. When she felt rested, she zipped up the big front pocket on her backpack and slung the bag onto her back.

“Well, let’s hope this store has what I’m looking for,” she replied to herself, as she started walking, gun forward, light splashing across the dark store, eyes darting down each aisle, looking for food, looking for zombies in the dark; and it was dark. The spotlight in front of her and the late afternoon light coming in from the front of the store barely pierced the blackness.

The inside of the store, she noticed, had the same result as the parking lot. It looked like a mob of animals had just bulldozed its way through, knocking over shelves, people, carts, busting out the glass in the frozen food sections. Dead bodies were scattered everywhere. Most of them looked like they had died fighting for supplies or fending off zombies. She gave each dead body she found a good ole knife to the brain just to make sure that dead body wouldn’t get up and come after her.