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Well, hello October!


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!





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.”


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Red Hot Zombie Cocktails!


I promised you it was a busy week on Superotica and I promised you zombies! So what’s today all about?

When Kristina Lloyd invited me to her online Kinky Cocktail party, I knew immediately what I wanted to drink. It’s zombie week here on Superotica, so it had to be a Zombie – a classic rum cocktail that’ll have you swinging from the rafters in no time. Ms Lloyd is celebrating the release of her latest dark, deep and sexy offering, Undone, which will be published by Black Lace on 11th September. It’s an erotic thriller that has been setting my pulse racing as I’ve been reading it over the past few days – and I’ll be featuring a sizzling excerpt from it here on 12th September as part of the official blog tour!

But today is all about sharing a few drinks and having some fun. The main party is taking place all day on Facebook at Kinky Cocktails and Digital Drinking and you can find out more about the blog tour on Kristina’s website. I’ll be popping by the Facebook page a little later on today with a few copies of Zombie Erotoclypse to give away – perfect reading while you sip on a Zombie.

18743907_sThe Zombie

4 parts dark rum

2 parts light rum

1 part 151 rum

1 part apricot brandy

2 parts each of orange, pineapple and lime juice

1 tsp sugar

Blend all the ingredients with ice apart from the 151. Strain into a highball glass and then float the 151 on the top. Garnish with a slice of pineapple, orange or lime, mint leaves and a cherry.

Drink with pleasure!


And now you’ve got a drink in your hand, what about a visit to the Zee Club? This is the scary zombie sex bar that features in my story “Red Hot Zombie Cock” – the curtain raiser in Zombie Erotoclypse. The zombie apocalypse has happened and LA has morphed into Zombie City. Pockets of humans eek out an existence where they can. The Zee Club is one of the last remaining bars and it takes some nerve to go and drink there…


Honey leads us down a flight of candlelit stairs and then another.  The club is underground and it quickly becomes apparent why.  Long before we get to where we’re going, I can hear the scream of zombies above a pulsing beat of heavy metal.  The base thuds in my chest and the hairs on the back of my neck and on my arms stand up.  I’m getting a bad feeling about this but, ahead of me, Skylar is practically skipping down the stairs.  At the bottom there’s another long corridor and then finally Honey stops in front of a pair of matte black doors and turns towards us.

Never have I felt such trepidation as I do now, waiting for the doors to open on what I’m sure will resemble one of Dante’s circles of Hell.

“Good luck,” says Honey.

“Thanks,” says Skylar and, stepping forward, he kisses her.  Full on, mouth open, tongues.

Good luck?  Why the hell are we going to need luck?

Skylar disengages himself and shoulders the door open.  I follow him through, only to be crushed by a wall of noise and heat and smell.  Zombie-stink.  Like the rodent house in the zoo but ten times more pungent.  It stings the back of my throat and I start to cough.  There’s a whiff of cigarette smoke in the air as well and the humidity of too many sweaty bodies in a confined space.

It’s too dark to see much.  Bodies and movement.  I think people are dancing around us but the crowd seems thicker to one side of the cavernous room and it’s from this direction that I hear the unmistakable guttural retching noises that the zombies make when they’re about to feed.  A shiver runs up through me and I look back towards the doors – but they’ve shut and I can’t even make out their outline on the dark black wall.

“Come on, let’s get a drink,” says Skylar.

On the opposite side to the zombie crowd, there’s a small bar but even here people are jostling for space.  Skylar fights his way through while I take in more of the details, my eyes slowly becoming accustomed to the dark.  The crowd is made up of mainly men, young men – more people than I knew were even alive and living in Zombie City – but there are some girls, too, and all of them have the hardened look of survivalists.

Skylar appears at my side and pushes a glass into my hand.  I sniff it – bourbon.  It’s been an age since I had any alcohol.  It’s getting hard to come by.

“Happy birthday, Marsha,” he says, touching his glass to mine.

“You’ve been here before?”  I have to shout to make myself heard over the music.

“Loads of times.”

“What goes on?”

“You mean with the biters?  Like I said, you get to fuck ’em, if you want.”

The bourbon burns a path down my throat and I cough again.  But it’s good medicine and I finish it off quickly, enjoying the warmth that radiates through me.

“I’ll get you another.”

When Skylar comes back, he gestures me to follow him and then weaves ahead of me through the crush to the other side of the room.  I throw back my second bourbon to calm my nerves and step forward as the crowd parts in front of me.  I don’t know what I expect to see but the reality is like nothing I could have imagined.

In a pool of bright white light, there’s a small stage.  On it, attached to two St Andrew’s crosses against the back wall, are a male and a female zombie.  Their wrists and ankles are shackled with wide metal cuffs and their jaws are muzzled.  Other than that they’re both completely naked.  I’ve never seen naked zombies before but these two have all the required body parts and, though their skin is already grey tinged, they can’t have been zombies long as there are no real signs of decay.  Their heads are thrashing and both of them are roaring with zombie blood lust.  But what really catches my eye is the male zombie’s cock.  It’s erect and it’s huge, bouncing up against his stomach as he writhes against his restraints.

“See what I mean, Marsha?” whispers Skylar in my ear.  “Wouldn’t you like a bit of that?”

I’m shocked to feel the familiar tug of longing deep down inside as my muscles clench.  It must be the bourbon and the fact that I haven’t had sex in a while.  It’s not as if I’m going to find a zombie in any way sexy.

The crowd’s baying almost as loud as the zombies and suddenly Honey appears, standing between the two crosses.  She has a mike in her hand and her hips pulse with the beat of the music.  Some of the guys at the front yell their appreciation and whistle.  She smiles back at them and then holds up her hand as a signal for quiet.  Somewhere an unseen DJ turns down the music.

“Come and get it,” she whispers into her mike, her throaty voice making the words sound incredibly sexy.

The spectators respond with a roar.

“Who wants to try out this bad boy here,” she says, running a finger tip down the male zombie’s chest, “and this hot young thing?”  She tweaks one of the female zombie’s nipples, making her hiss behind her muzzle.  “Just one lucky guy and one lucky girl.  That’s all I’m looking for tonight.”

“She wants someone to go up and have sex with the zombies, right in front of everyone?” I whisper to Skylar.

“It’s all part of the show,” says Skylar.  “But they keep a bunch more in private rooms for paying guests.  I’ve got one reserved for you.”

“No way, Skylar.”  I shake my head.  I’ll watch the show, if that’s what it was, but more than that…

A kid steps forward, maybe eighteen or nineteen, shaven head and ripped torso.  He says something to Honey that I can’t hear and her face breaks into a wide grin.

“Okay, I got a taker for Miss Zee.”  She wraps an arm around the boy’s shoulders and then brings the mike back to her mouth.  “Come on, girls, someone’s got to be jonesing for this great big stud over here.”

A ripple of whispers runs through the crowd and people shuffle and shove.  Eventually two women step forward, holding hands and giggling.

“Wow! A tag team,” says Honey.  “This is going to be awesome.”

Then the music ramps back up as Honey pulls her three victims into a huddle.

“Watch and learn,” says Skylar, grinning widely.

The volume seems to increase even more and the two women step to one side.  Honey grabs the guy’s wrist and holds his arm up high in the air, like a champion fighter being paraded round the ring.  He takes a bow and then turns to face the female zombie.  Suddenly the room is silent.

“Go for it, Mack,” screams a woman.

Mack steps forward and from where we’re standing, slightly to one side, I can see that he’s rubbing against the groin of his jeans with one hand.  I can hardly believe what I’m watching and I almost forget to breath.  After a couple of thrusts against his hand, the boy unzips his pants and wrestles his cock out through the slit, tangling with it until it’s standing proud outside the denim.  He makes a half turn to let the crowd see his impressive erection, a wide grin on his face.

“Jesus,” I say and Skylar puts an arm round my waist.  I’m not sure I want to see this.

“Fuck her!” yells a guy.

He turns back to the cross and puts a hand out to touch the zombie.  He brushes it, quite softly, across her breasts, making the zombie grunt and strain against her restraints.  The grin has gone from his face and he looks completely fascinated.  He runs his fingers down her torso, slowly, exploring the texture of her rough, grey skin.  Under his touch, she bucks and the grunt becomes a moan that steadily increases in volume the further down he ventures.  On the next cross, the male zombie seems to sense what’s happening and starts baying as he, too, struggles to get free.

“Apparently zombies have an epic sex drive,” whispers Skylar in my ear, and I feel his hot breath on my neck.

“No way!”

“True,” he says.  “Just watch.”

Mack spits on his index and middle finger and pushes them down between the zombie’s splayed legs.  It has an instantaneous effect, as if a jolt of electricity has been passed through her body.   Her back arches and her head whips from side to side as she releases a full-blooded zombie scream.  In the enclosed space, it tears the air and reverberates in ears and chests.  Mack looks back over his shoulder at the baying audience, his grin back in place.  Then he takes his cock in one hand and uses his other hand to find a pathway into the zombie’s pussy.  He strokes his swollen head up and down between her lips and then I see his hips surge forward as he pushes himself inside.  She screams again and the male zombie roars with her.  When I look at him, I realize his cock’s even larger now and he’s pulling harder against the bindings at his wrists and ankles.

The crowd goes wild with catcalls and whistles as Mack pumps in and out of her.  And despite my revulsion for what I’m seeing, I realize that between my legs I’m wet.  Skylar pulls me back against his body and I can hear that his breathing has quickened.  He grinds his hips against my ass and I feel the bulge of a nascent erection.

Out in front, Mack’s building toward his climax, thrusting faster and harder, grappling with the zombie’s breasts and even sucking on one of her nipples.  He arches his back and throws his head back, though his valedictory roar is drowned out by the noise of the crowd and the baying zombies.  It’s a scene of complete mayhem as the audience surges forward and the air’s rent by a loud cracking sound.  I blink and things go into slow motion.

The male zombie has split his cross in two and, now able to use his arms, he makes short work of turning the heavy beams into nothing more than kindling.  Still cuffed at his wrists and ankles, he ploughs into the crowd like the Incredible Hulk and there’s a surge for the doors as panic takes over.

Oblivious to what’s going on behind him, Mack pulls out of the female zombie and drops to his knees in front of her.  Tongue out, he dips his head between her splayed thighs and I can quite literally see the orgasm breaking over her as he eats her pussy voraciously.

Then Skylar’s tugging on my arm.

“He’s coming this way.”



Screen Shot 2014-08-22 at 1.25.39 amPhew – I expect you could do with another drink after that – so go and join the party! And if you want to find out what happens to Marsha and Skylar, Zombie Erotoclypse is available from:


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Romance…My Way – Zombies Are Hot! (WIN one now…)

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The Walking Dead is back on our screens – at last – and we’ve all gone zombie mad again. Okay, I’ve gone zombie mad again! And what could make a better Valentine’s Day date than a groaning, slavering, stumbling zombie?

Just kidding!

But seriously, I have written some pretty hot zombie erotica in my collection of short stories, Zombie Erotoclypse. And when I look at just how pretty and pink the cover is, I feel this post is really starting to come together!


When you first become infected with the zombie plague, just pray you have a guide like Berthold to teach you the way of the Zombie…

The street was dark and quiet now. Berthold’s mouth broke from mine and as he stood up, he pulled me to my feet.

“I’m taking you home,” he said.

His voice was a low rasp. He lifted me into his arms as easily as if I had been a child and with my head pressed against his chest I could the roar of his heartbeat. He covered the ground back to the apartment in long easy strides.

The moment the door had closed behind us his hands were on me, tearing at my clothes as he pushed me up hard against the wall. Within seconds my T-shirt lay shredded on the floor and my jeans followed, ripped down while still done up. He kissed my mouth insistently and then burned a trail of kisses down my throat.

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Superotica Valentine – Day 13



Back with my old friends, the zombies. Here’s a piece taken from the story that got me into trouble with Amazon – I Was a Teenage Zombie Virgin! (But don’t worry, he’s over 18!)

Like I said, every zombie has the vestige of the human he once was flickering inside him, and at that moment, I forgot our differences.  I forgot that I was zombie and she was a healthy girl.  I forgot that all I wanted to do was fuck her and then eat her and I caught her up in my arms and held her tight against my chest.

Great sobs pulsed through her for a couple of minutes, then she sniffed loudly.

“So you see, I couldn’t let them take another boy away from his family.”

She looked up at me, her dark hair curling in sweaty tendrils round her forehead, her liquid brown eyes full of trust.  I bent my head and I kissed her.  I kissed her in a way that I’d never kissed a girl before I was a zombie.  Our lips met, hers so soft compared with mine, rough and chaffed and scabby.  Her mouth opened and her tongue glided against my mouth, applying a gentle pressure until I let it slip inside.  I can’t say how it must have compared with her other experiences of kissing, though it was obvious she’d had some, but for me it was sublime.  Fireworks and flares went off in my gut and a burning sensation made my cock surge forward against my cut-offs.  I heard a low, guttural moaning, like an animal in pain, and took a moment to realize that it was me.  I held her close against my chest and through the thin fabric of our T-shirts, her nipples felt like rough pebbles.

Her arms slipped round behind me and started pulling up my shirt and I followed her lead, drawing her tank up to reveal the soft curve of her belly.  It made me catch my breath and I felt suddenly dizzy.

“Eve,” I managed to grunt, not knowing where to put my hands—onto the soft flesh now revealed or to carry on pulling the garment off her.

“Shhhh,” she whispered in my ear.  “Come.”

She stood up and tossed her top to one side.  Then, as I gawped, open-mouthed, at her small, perfect breasts, she grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom.  This room was junk food free but there were clothes all over the floor and the bed sheets were tangled and grimy.  Did I give a shit?  It was literally months, probably more than a year, since I’d been in a bed and here I was, diving into the softness with the most divine, half-naked angel.

I lay down on my back and Eve lay on top of me and started kissing me again, running her hands through the tangled mat of my hair, making little sighing noises that completely melted me inside.  I took my time to explore her mouth with my tongue—I was in no hurry for this to be over—it was the moment I’d been dreaming of for so long.  Her teeth were smooth as porcelain, hard and sharp in contrast to the soft swirl of her tongue against mine.  Her saliva tasted sweet to me and the warmth of her breath on my face was like an additional caress.

When she let her mouth drop from mine and down onto my chest, I buried my face in her hair.  Even unwashed and unkempt as she was, she smelled unbelievably good—human sweat is a million times less acrid than zombie sweat, which was all I’d caught a whiff of in months.  She sucked tantalizingly on my nipples, sparking new sensations that rippled through me like electric current, and she twisted them until I grunted with the pleasure of the pain.

Her hips were grinding against mine, building friction at the front of my pants and my cock felt like the incredible hulk, about to burst its way out through the threadbare fabric.  Luckily, she thrust a hand down between us and released it, eliciting a deep growl from me as her fingers grazed against it.

“Better,” she whispered, turning her attention to below my waist.

She drew off my shorts and then stood back to strip off her own.  My cock reared and bucked as I saw her emerge fully naked and my hand went instantaneously to my rod to start jerking off.  Smiling, she pulled my hand away and replaced it with her own, with a caress so soft I could hardly feel it even though it sent an intense shiver up my spine.

And as I lay there panting, hauling in great gulps of air as my hips jerked out of control, she slowly straddled me and then leant back so that I could see what lay between her legs.  Glistening folds, deep pink, and nestled in the centre, a dark bud pushing its way out between the lips of her pussy.  She traced a path down the cleft with one finger, opening herself up to my gaze, and then she slid gently forward to position herself just above my cock.

She gave me a questioning look, as if to seek my permission to go ahead with what she was about to do, and I gurgled my assent.  Her hand, which had never left my shaft, guided me into position and angled me for entry.  Then she allowed herself to plunge down, impaling herself on me with a sharp, sweet cry that will ring in my ears till the day I die.  I reached up to touch her breasts and she dropped forward so that one of them brushed against my lips.  My tongue swirled the areola and I sucked on the protruding nub till she gasped and replaced it with the other one.

She ground her hips forward and back as she worked up and down, changing the angle, building the friction and slowly working me up towards the point of no return.  It was a long climb and with each thrust she allowed herself to drop lower, for me to push up further inside her.  Her pussy was indescribably soft, slippery with her juices, but tight nevertheless, as if a hand was gripping me and pulling, tugging, milking my cock till we reached the summit and I was ready to plunge down the other side.

And how I came.  With a roar, I felt my balls pull tight and then my hot cum surged out of me and pumped into her.  She came with a cry, clamping her teeth down on her lower lip as her back arched and her muscles gripped me tighter than ever, drawing out my pleasure to match her own.


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Superotica Advent Calendar – Day 14

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Well, you didn’t really expect me to do 24 days of advent calendar without mentioning the zombies, did you? If you haven’t come across them before – give them a chance – they’re a loveable bunch of critters, really!

However, this is a more serious excerpt than usual, taken from the last story in Zombie Erotoclypse, called Bar the Door.

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.


“…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.

He wiped his eyes with a bloody hand and sniffed.

“There were six or seven of them.  They came at me out of nowhere.  I got three of the bastards but I wasn’t quick enough and…”  He glanced down at his shoulder.  “It’s not deep.  Just a flesh wound.  But it’s enough.”

I’d never heard that tone of bitterness in Galen’s voice before.  It made me wonder what else there was about him that I’d never know.  The childhood stories he hadn’t got round to telling me yet.  The places he’d been.  The likes and dislikes we hadn’t had time to compare.


I didn’t know what to say but luckily for me he took control as usual.

“Emma, you’ve got to be strong for me, baby.  I’ve got maybe twenty-four hours left before I turn and I need your help.”

“Anything,” I said, and I meant it.

“I need you to stay safe, so you’ve got to tie me up.  Real secure because when I start to turn, I don’t want to be able to get at you.”

I didn’t want to cry but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Maybe if I clean the wound out…”

“Don’t, baby,” he snapped.  “We both know what this means so, please, just do what I say.”

While he went in the shower, I found two lengths of rope to tie him with.  When he came out there was just a small, jagged gash on his shoulder to show where he’d been bitten.  Just a couple of inches long. If I hadn’t known better, I would never have believed that this could have been enough to transform such a strong, healthy man into a rotting, walking corpse.  The rest of him looked completely normal, the Galen I knew and loved.  Shoulder length black hair dripping water down his strong torso, droplets glistening in the peppery sprinkling of chest hair.  Beautifully sculpted arms and legs, long and lean.  Even his feet looked good and, as far as I’m concerned, that’s rare on a guy.

He smiled at me and I smiled back, even though I could see the sorrow in his gaze.  He would certainly be able to see it in my red rimmed eyes.

“Tie me to the bed, baby.”  It came out as hardly more than a whisper.

“Then what?” I said.

He didn’t need to answer.  Working as quickly and as gently as I could, I secured first his wrists to the headboard and then his ankles to the corner posts.  He was quietly compliant, watching me as I worked, studying my face and my hands as if he wanted to imprint them forever on his memory.   And I studied him, spread-eagled and naked in front of me.  I would need to hold this image in my head far longer than he.

His shoulder was bleeding a little, so I fetched a bandaid from the bathroom cabinet to cover it up.  He winced as I wiped the blood away with a tissue and applied the bandage.

“It hurts?” I asked.

“Like a bitch,” he said, smiling up at me.  “But you know what would dull the pain?”

I grinned.  Even at the worst times, Galen’s mind would wander back to sex and being tied up had always been a big turn on for him.

“Grant a dying man his final wish, babe.”

I would have laughed if it hadn’t been so painfully true.  But Galen was, as ever, able to compartmentalize his life and now it was sex, not death by zombie bite, on his mind.  His cock twitched as if filled up and the sight of it helped me to change gears as well.  Galen’s cock always made my mouth water and my pussy wet.

I stood at the end of the bed and slowly started stripping off my clothes, rolling my T-shirt up my torso to reveal my flat stomach and the gradual swell of my breasts.

“That’s the way,” said Galen, his voice thick with longing.

I pulled the top up over my head and dropped it to the floor.  Then I lowered my hands to my pants and popped open the fastening.  As they slid down my legs to the ground, I slipped my thumbs into the rim of my panties, running them round the waistband provocatively.

“You want to see more?” I said.

“Is a zombie hungry?” he answered.  Black humor was the only humor at a time like this.

I pulled down my pants and launched myself forward onto the bed between his legs.  He smelt fresh and clean from the shower and he seemed to positively gleam with good health.  I could hardly believe that he must have already started rotting inside, however microscopically.  I slid up his body, sweeping his stomach and chest with my breasts until I was close enough to kiss him on the mouth.

Same old mouth.  Same old taste.  And always the best kisser.  I pushed away the thought that bubbled under the surface.  Zombie mouth.  Zombie biter.  But not yet.  We still had a few more hours of being Emma and Galen.  He responded to my kiss with a less familiar urgency.  His usual languid exploration of my mouth was replaced with a pushing, searching tongue and as I slipped my tongue between his lips, he sucked hard and his back arched up so he could press himself against the length of my body.

I ran my hands up and down his torso, feeling the swell of his erection against me.  God, how I loved this man’s cock.  I reached my hand down to it and he let out an appreciative moan as I enveloped it with my fingers.  It was fully erect, hard as a glass dildo beneath its covering of soft skin.  I ran my index finger up and down the shaft and he bucked underneath me.  Then I stretched down to cup his balls, holding them as gently as bird’s eggs, working them a little against each other while I whispered in his ear.  He turned his head and caught my earlobe with his teeth, nibbling gently until I giggled and pulled away.

I shuffled back down the bed until I was in a position to take his cock in my mouth.  But before I sucked it in, I showered it with a flurry of little kisses, up and down, still holding his balls but now tugging a little.  Galen groaned and his cock grew hot, the head pulsing under the touch of my lips.  I pushed the tip of my tongue out between them and let it make contact with the soft skin at the apex of the head.  I felt the tiny slit and tasted the salty pre-cum that leaked out of it and then I opened my lips and drew him into the warm cavern of my mouth.

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Sunday Snog: Kiss a Zombie to Win a Prize!


In a break from our frenetic month-long zombie tour, we’re back here today at Tamsin’s Superotica to take part  in:


And naturally, this Sunday we’re going to be kissing the zombies! This is an excerpt from my story I Was a Teenage Zombie Virgin, which is one the five short stories featured in my new collection Zombie Erotoclypse.

You thought being a teenager was tough? Try it when you’re a zombie… Teenage zombie John is rescued from a baying mob by a healthy human girl he knew before he became a zombie – and things soon heat up between them.

She looked up at me, her dark hair curling in sweaty tendrils round her forehead, her liquid brown eyes full of trust.  I bent my head and I kissed her.  I kissed her in a way that I’d never kissed a girl before I was a zombie.  Our lips met, hers so soft compared with mine, rough and chaffed and scabby.  Her mouth opened and her tongue glided against my mouth, applying a gentle pressure until I let it slip inside.  I can’t say how it must have compared with her other experiences of kissing, though it was obvious she’d had some, but for me it was sublime.  Fireworks and flares went off in my gut and a burning sensation made my cock surge forward against my cut-offs.  I heard a low, guttural moaning, like an animal in pain, and took a moment to realize that it was me.  I held her close against my chest and through the thin fabric of our T-shirts, her nipples felt like rough pebbles.

Her arms slipped round behind me and started pulling up my shirt and I followed her lead, drawing her tank up to reveal the soft curve of her belly.  It made me catch my breath and I felt suddenly dizzy.


I hope you enjoyed it! And if you want more it’s only 99c or 77p for all five!


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Or, if you’d fancy winning a copy, leave a comment telling me what you’d call your own pet zombie and I’ll enter you into a free draw!  You have until Tuesday to enter and I’ll contact the winner on Wednesday.

And don’t forget to enjoy all the other hot and steamy kisses on this amazing 100th Sunday Snog!





Yes – I’ve been counting down the days and it’s finally arrived – Zombie Erotoclypse is out now. You can get your very own copy of my very first solo short story collection as of today and I can’t tell you how excited I am about this. And look at the cover – ain’t it a beauty?!


So, to celebrate, I’m taking my zombie friends on an epic blog tour.  Between now and October 13th – incidentally the return date for The Walking Dead, for all you zombie fanatics – we’ll be swinging by some of the best blogs in the sphere with some steamy hot excerpts, fascinating interviews (well, maybe…) and loads of zombie chat and trivia.

You can follow us here:

14/9 – Justine Elyot Guilty Pleasures

15/9 – CR Moss – Love & Lust in the Wild West

17/9 – Jilly Boyd’s Lady Laid Bare

18/9 – Katya Armock’s To Hiss or To Kiss

19/9 – Giselle Renarde’s Donuts & Desires

20/9 – Friends Friday with Victoria Blisse

22/9 – Back here with a Sunday Snog!

23/9 – Casey Moss

24/9 – Annabeth Leong

26/9 – Jamie Salisbury

27/9 – Ravencraft’s Romance Realm with Sharon Hamilton

29/9 – Books by M S Kaye

30/9 – Lily Harlem

1/10 – E B Walters

2/10 – Lisa Day

3/10  – Alisha Robinson

5/10 – Back here with My Sexy Saturday post

6/10 – Hello Romance

8/10 – Lucy Felthouse

9/10 – Erzabet’s Enchantment

10/10 – Gem Sivad

11/10 – Erotica for All

11/10 – Danita Minnis

12/10 – Adriana Kraft

And if you want to buy the collection – at the amazing bargain price of 99c or 77p – here’s the lowdown:


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See you back here at the end of the tour – but rest assured I have lined up some guest posts to keep Superotica warm in the meantime!



Zombie Erotoclypse – They Want Your Body!

Run for the hills…the zombies are coming

Yes, that’s right – it’s a Zombie Erotoclypse.  Forget the apocalypse – these guys are after your body and this time it’s not about eating your brains!  But before they catch you and start doing unspeakable things to you, why not check out the cover for my new short story collection – you guessed it – Zombie Erotoclypse.


Due out on Friday 13th September, the collection features five hot little numbers full of sexually voracious zombies and sexy survivalists on the run!  Just the thing to keep your zombie quotient topped up until the return of The Walking Dead 13th October.

Excerpts coming soon…