How Awesome Is This?

Publishers Weekly did a review for Hungry For Your Love: An Anthology of Zombie Romance, which is incredible.  But even more exciting?  They mentioned my contribution to the anthology!

Hungry for Your Love

Edited by Lori Perkins, St. Martin's Griffin, $14.99 paper (384p)
ISBN 978-0-312-65079-7

Perkins (Cowboy Lover) collects 21 zombie romance stories full of humor, horror, and love. Jaime Saare's "I Heart Brains" has an SF twist: a man infected with "the z-virus" shopping in a megamart for a gently used replacement body. In Jan Kozlowski's powerful "First Love Never Dies," a police detective learns of an undead sex slave operation run by his ex's abusive father. In Regina Riley's poignant "Undying Love," a long-suffering zombie seeks his lost lover. Gina McQueen's "Apocalypse as Foreplay," Jeanine McAdam's "Inhuman Resources," and Dana Fredsti's "First Date" are zippy stories about the sexy turn-on of successful zombie hunting. Stacy Brown's "The Magician's Apprentice" offers chills as a woman willingly gives up every bit of herself to please a man. Michael Marshall Smith's "Later" makes one man's heartbreak palpable when his girlfriend has a fatal accident. Voodoo magic, zombie-creating viruses, and inexplicable zombie apocalypses all make appearances, but effective storytelling moves beyond the reanimation and into the hearts and minds of the characters.

You can pick up your own copy on September 28th at your closest book retailer.  Or you can pre-order now on Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble.   Just in time for Halloween!

I Heart Brains Review

Just when you're ready to cave, something good happens. Hungry For Your Love and A Kiss Before Dying have been been reviewed at Night Owl Romance. Hungry For Your Love got an awesome 4.5/5 hearts, while A Kiss Before Dying got 5/5!

This is what they said about I Heart Brains...

This was a quick, amusing and oddly romantic story. Woman loses her loser husband and donates the body. Guy dies and goes in search of a new body. Fate, destiny, whatever you want to call it collides to give them both a second chance at a better life.

I said if anything, it would be good for a laugh. *chuckles*. Thanks Lexile, for taking the time to review the book!

Back to the writing cave. Here's hoping I'm inspired to get off my arse!!

I Heart Brains Excerpt

I Heart Brains isn't my usual fare. Those that have read it find it more comical than romantic, but I suppose tastes vary. Here's a snippet. The anthology Hungry For Your Love is available now at Ravenous Romance.

Excerpt:

Derrick stared at the man nestled in the wheelchair, giving him a lengthy once over. His body was a thing of beauty—tall, broad, athletic. The fine crevices obtained by hard work and muscle definition were obvious, the outline of a rock-hard six-pack visible. Even nicked from a recent shave, his face was just as good, his short black hair neat and tidy.

Too bad the motherboard upstairs had fizzled and died out, leaving him in this shitty fucking predicament.

About as shitty as mine.

The small folder resting on the table beside him listed pertinent information. His age: 28. His height: 6’2”. His weight: 205lbs. His known allergies: none.

It was like a Best Buy for the brain dead.

So wrong on so many levels.

“Can I help you, sir?” A sales associate approached, wringing his hands.

The showroom was nearly empty. Only one other person was in the area, and he was in the same pickle. The body that held his interest was much younger, in the early twenties, with a nasty-looking scar over his forehead. A large muted television featuring a continuous loop of football was placed directly in front of the wheelchair, the table with his information and stats placed next to him like a playbook.

All the bodies had an area just for them, playing off their strengths. The women were displayed as risqué as the management dared, while the men were groomed to perfection.

It was laughable and depraved at the same time.

Derrick motioned at the once healthy and vibrant man and asked, “How did it happen?”

“Carbon monoxide,” the clerk answered readily.

That got his attention. He stopped staring at the all-but-living body and focused on the small pudgy man hoping to bring in a fat commission.

“Suicide?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Protocol dictated that the fine upstanding employees of Bodies For Your Brains didn’t divulge those sorts of intimate details—reminding the clientele that the “product” was once a living man or woman not too much unlike themselves didn’t help sales—but he could see the gleam in tub-o’-lard’s black beady eyeballs.

He wanted to share what he knew.

“Why?” Derrick whispered and glanced around, as if the fat fucker was revealing the secrets to Atlantis instead of how a guy decided to off himself.

You know, therefore you must tell, he screamed with his eyes and mannerisms, standing before the salesman like a revered mystic on a holy mission. The fate of the world rests on your shoulders. Use the force, Tub-o. Let it guide you.

“Well.” Fat man peered around and lowered his voice. “His wife found him in the garage after he bet everything they owned on a long-shot horse that broke its leg out of the gate. That’s why he’s here.”

“She’s a scorned woman?”

Tub-o nodded eagerly. “And then some. I was here the day she brought him in with the release papers. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, with long legs” —he moved his hands down his stumpy body and brought them back up again, cupping his man boobs— “and the nicest pair of ta-tas this side of Dollywood.” He sighed and shook his head. “Then she opened her mouth. I haven’t heard a woman talk like that since my Aunt Ermer gave my Uncle Mortimer hell for driving the widow Parker home.”

“So she’s fine with donating his body?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good to know.”

He walked in a circle, studying what once remained of—he leaned forward and read the cheap paper name tag—Eric Joshua Bradworth. The body was good, in incredible condition, and he was running out of time.

Glancing down at his own skin, he struggled not to cringe. Once blue veins were now turning black, the surface no longer smooth and silky but becoming dry and parched.

The zombie virus was in full swing.

He’d learned within hours of his expenditure—following the car accident that severed the femoral artery and bled him dry—that he wouldn’t be seeing those heavenly white gates. God had other plans in store. But if he didn’t get his brain inside another body, the only thriving portion of him would slowly start to decompose, and then he’d be singing along with a well-known straw man while searching for the Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

Goddamn the government and its twisted chemical weapons gone awry.

“When did it happen?” the attendant asked casually.

“Just this morning,” he answered.

“Damn, man. That’s got to be tough. But if you’re here, that means you’re ahead of the curve. It could be worse.”

“You mean I could be like the other assholes without a sizeable bank account to procure a body?”

“You said it, not me.” His rat-sized eyes narrowed and his portly belly rippled as he shifted his feet. “Are you interested in buying or will you shop around?”

He walked to Eric’s wheelchair and kneeled, staring at the body he would control and the face he would assume. It could have been worse. The guy wasn’t ugly and he’d died of something that didn’t affect viability or fuck up his face or limbs. He would be able to continue with his very physical lifestyle, having only the impediment of learning to maneuver and control a body both taller and wider than the one he was accustomed to.

But there was one deciding factor that would put it to the test.

Rodent-eyed associate frowned when he moved closer and placed his hands between the legs of the invalid, accessing the package just between. In a normal setting, he wouldn’t be caught dead copping a feel of another man’s cock and sac. But since he was dead, and the body didn’t belong to anyone at the present moment, he felt his heterosexual status was still on the up and up.

When satisfied with the answer he sought, he asked, “What are the terms of sale?”

“Uh, what?” Tub-o stammered and quickly looked away when Derrick peered up at him and smiled, behaving like the sick bastard Tub-o thought he was.

Hungry For Your Love

Writing Status - Getting Geared Up
Mood - Excited and Relieved
Playing on ipod - Take a Bow by Muse


I just got the cover and contract. I Heart Brains will be a part of the "Hungry For Your Love" anthology. It will be available for sale on October 29th.

The family drama is now settled. It's been an incredibly rough week. I'll be so relieved when the weekend arrives. I need to regroup. Thanks for all the wonderful well-wishes. You ladies are the best!

I Heart Brains

Writing Status - Will start shortly
Mood - Excited
Playing on ipod - Chop Suey by System of a Down

I just got the email. My short zombie story, I Heart Brains, has been snagged for contract! I wrote the story when I read the call out for "zombie love" a couple of months ago.

More details will come when I get them! *does the Thriller zombie dance*

I Heart Brains

Writing Status - Doing Edits
Mood - Blah
Playing on ipod - Where's your head at? by Basement Jaxx

I just wrapped up a spur of the moment 5k horror short entitled, "I Heart Brains". It's a zombie love story...well, my version of one. I'm seriously thinking of taking the concept and rolling with it. The end result of my endeavor was stinted due to the word restriction.

If it's not accepted by Ravenous Romance, I'll post the sucker as a free read. If anything, it's good for a laugh.