Well, hello October!

Hi,

I can’t believe it’s October already and that means all things spooky, with Hallowe’en just around the corner… So of course, you know what’s coming. The zombies are shuffling out of their summer-long hibernation to get up to some more mischief – just in case you’ve been missing them, here’s a little teaser from Zombie Erotoclypse. And if you want some more, they’ll be putting in an appearance at K D Grace’s Things That Go Hump in the Night on 8th October and later in the month the delightful Sexy Librarian, Rose Caraway, will be featuring one of the Zombie Erotoclypse stories on the Kiss Me Quick’s podcast.

With a whole month ahead of us, I’m sure there’ll be more – just watch this space!

Tamsin

xxx

Excerpt from The Peeping Zom, one of the stories in Zombie Erotoclypse:

Zombie Stanley is desperate to have his wicked way with a healthy, flesh-and-blood woman – so when he hears a woman’s laughter coming from an abandoned house, he has to find out what’s happening…

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.

After a minute or so, the guy stepped back from the kiss and dropped into a sitting position on a low bed to the left of the window. He lounged back against the wall with his arms folded behind his head.

“Strip for me, babe,” he said, low and guttural. “Show me what you got.”