Hey, kids! Look at all the beautiful leaves. And that view, wow! Just wow! It sure is spectacular up here on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Don’t you think, kids? Kids? Kids…what are you doing to Mommy? And what’s all that red…stuff… OH DEAR GOD!
Yes, folks, Z-Burbia 2: Parkway To Hell is live and ready for your eyeholes to read its undead goodness! UNDEAD GOODNESS!
Z-Burbia has been in the Amazon charts for a month now, which is pretty, pretty, pretty cool. Hopefully fans that picked that one up will pick up Z-Burbia 2! It continues the story of Jason “Jace” Stanford and his struggle to keep that suburban dream even in the face of the zombie apocalypse. It also expands the scope of the setting and brings way more of Asheville and Western North Carolina into the story.
But don’t take my word for it, here’s the official description:
“The Grove Park Inn.
From the early 1900s right up to Z-Day, the Grove Park Inn was the place for the affluent to stay when vacationing in Asheville, NC. Everyone from F. Scott Fitzgerald to President Barak Obama stayed at the Grove Park. Artists, actors, diplomats, masters of industry, all called it a temporary home at one point or another. But that was before the zombie apocalypse.
Now the five story stone, brick, and wood luxury inn is home to a different element. An unknown element. A heavily armed element.
With Whispering Pines being rebuilt, Jace “Long Pork” Stanford has nothing better to do than find out who the newcomers are. Well, while he’s not busy dealing with the ever present Z hordes. Or running for his life from paramilitary mercenaries. Or possibly blowing up more of the zombie infested city because he can’t help pressing buttons. Buttons are meant to be pressed, even in the apocalypse, right?
Looks like it’s just another day in Z-Burbia!”
Sounds great, right? RIGHT? Right…that’s what I thought. Winky face!
So get yourself over to Amazon and snag a copy of Z-Burbia 2: Parkway To Hell! You’ll want to get this one so you are ready for Z-Burbia 3: Estate of the Dead when it comes out! OH, YEAH!!!
The last Friday before Halloween!
I have been saying all month that each Friday I’d release a Halloween themed Drabble. They haven’t all been directly about Halloween, but certainly in the spirit.
Tonight’s Drabble is old school. I went for the classic theme. I think you’ll dig it.
Oh, and before you have a read, maybe pop over and pick up my latest novel, Z-Burbia! You’ll totally dig that!
Had to Get Home
There was nothing he could do, he had to get home.
His father was going to beat him silly if he missed curfew, but everyone at the bonfire was drunk. Like throwing up, passing out, drunk.
So he walked. He grabbed his backpack from Tony’s truck, said a few slurred goodbyes, and started hiking. It was eight miles, in cold, forty degree weather, with barely a moon behind the clouds. But better than being beaten to death by his dad.
When he got home, they were all crying. Why?
There was nothing he could do, he had to get home.
And don’t forget about Z-Burbia! It’s rocking up the charts and let’s keep it that way! Word!
Disclaimer: It’s not like if you don’t buy Z-Burbia I’ll come find you. No, not at all. It’s also not like I’m STANDING RIGHT BEHIND YOU!
It is now available on Kindle! Z-Burbia: A Zombie Novel!
Whispering Pines is a classic, quiet, private American subdivision on the edge of Asheville, NC, set in the pristine Blue Ridge Mountains. Which is good since the zombie apocalypse has come to Western North Carolina and really put suburban living to the test!
Surrounded by a sea of the undead, the residents of Whispering Pines have adapted their bucolic life of block parties to scavenging parties, common area groundskeeping to immediate area warfare, neighborhood beautification to neighborhood fortification.
But, even in the best of times, suburban living has its ups and downs what with nosy neighbors, a strict Home Owners’ Association, and a property management company that believes the words “strict interpretation” are holy words when applied to the HOA covenants. Now with the zombie apocalypse upon them even those innocuous, daily irritations quickly become dramatic struggles for personal identity, family security, and straight up survival.
Welcome to normal life in Z-Burbia!
While I have spent a lot of my writing career playing in the world of the undead, I have mainly been reinventing the genre with the Apex Trilogy, Bethany and the Zombie Jesus, and Little Dead Man. Z-Burbia represents my first just straight zombie novel in the vein of Romero and such. No bells, no whistles, no changing the zombies into fast killers, or mutant virus zombies, or articulate zombies with hearts of gold just looking to be hugged and loved and- well you get the picture. Z-Burbia is about the good old zombie apocalypse and all that brings.
Of course, being Romero-esque, I couldn’t help but add the social satire. Romero took on the commercialism of American society by setting Dawn of the Dead in a mall. Classic! But what other truly American invention could possibly match up to the mall for commentary on our society? Oh, right, the suburb! And Z-Burbia was born!
Filled with plenty of action, gore, horror, social commentary, and a shit ton of humor and sarcasm, Z-Burbia was a blast to write and will be a blast to read! It’s the first in an open ended series, so this is something you’ll want to go ahead and get in on. This isn’t a trilogy, this is a series. Don’t wait for it to end before picking up the first book, because I’ll keep writing these as long as readers keep reading. And, yes, as soon as the paperback is available I’ll put it up on this site to order so you can get autographed copies straight from me. Huzzah!
Get to clicking that cover up yonder in the post and it’ll take, take, take you away to Amazonia and all the kindle ebook goodness that brings!
I hope you dig it. Be sure to let me know how you like it (and leave a review!) because feedback will help me shape the future of this series.
Well, here we find ourselves again, slave to the Drabble and the Party that it spawns!
Oh, woe to the readers and writers of micro-fiction, for it is they that keep the world boxed in 100 word segments!
For the time of Friday Night Drabble Party is at hand! Glory be to the words that are neither 99 nor 101!
Okay, I’m done.
Tonight I’m going old school with this drabble.
An Ode to HPL
He knew if he waited they would show themselves. He had heard them in the wall, crawling and scratching. The rats.
He had the landlady, Mrs. Controu, place her ear to the wall, but she insisted there was nothing. Nothing? The gall of that woman! He heard them! Heard them even as she offered up her false denial!
She was a part of it, he knew. She had set them to torment his life, to plague him with their scratching, to steal his sleep.
So he waited in the wall; waited for them to come.
But they were not rats.
Disclaimer: When dealing with vermin, please consult a professional.