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Saturday, 17 March 2018

Swallowed by the Beast @SamieSands

Swallowed by the Beast by [Sands, Samie, Tozer, Robert, Lopez Jr, Arnaldo, Azzura, Carey, Lundgren, June, Puguliese, Anthony, Pacini, Amy, Cambell, Danny, Pinord, Lila, Suscheck Jr, Dave]

Delve into the belly of the beast with some of the most talented horror authors around! Read short stories by Robert Tozer, Arnaldo Lopez Jr., Carey Azzara, June Lundgren, Anthony V. Pugliese, Amy S. Pacini, Danny Campbell, Lila Pinord, Dave Suscheck Jr., Linda Jenkinson, L.H. Davis, Alex Winck, Joanne Magnus, James Harper, Kamalendu Nath, Debbie Johnson, Samie Sands, Kevin S. Hall, Stefan Vucak and June Rachelson-Ospa.

Swallowed by the Beast Sample
Carnival Carnage by Samie Sands

God damn 4th of July. It’s such a farce!
Every year it’s the same old tosh. We have this massive celebration which begins with all the nearby family coming around to ours for a barbeque at lunchtime. This is followed by a good couple of hours with us all pretending not to totally hate each other like we do the rest of the year. Then, when all the adults are suitably drunk and things could descend into chaos, we pack up and head out to the carnival in the town square.
That bit actually has the potential to be quite fun, if I didn’t have to spend the time babysitting my two bratty five-year-old cousins Jack and Jill (nope, not even kidding! Who calls twins such ridiculous names?) and hang about with Daniel. He’s the same age as me, but such a loser. He loves all sorts of geeky shit and just has absolutely zero social skills. I do not know what he does with his time. Luckily, we don’t go to the same school. He’s far too embarrassing to have around my mates, so I end up spending most of the time trying to avoid everyone I know.
Don’t judge me, I actually have a good reputation around here, but as we all know, popularity is a fragile thing. Hard to build up, but any little thing can knock you right off the social ladder, straight back down to the bottom. I refuse to have that happen because of my idiot family.
If I’m totally honest, the worst thing of it all is that my bloody mother always, without fail, forced me to wear a dress. I have to “Look like a girl for once”. She is so God damn old fashioned. People don’t wear dresses anymore—that’s why jeans were invented for Christ sake! I stare at my unfamiliar reflection and huff, tugging at the hem uncomfortably. This just isn’t me in any way. I need this day over with so I can go back to my real life.
Mid-morning brings with it a flurry or grandparents, aunties, uncles, cousins. I can’t even begin to keep track. I keep the fake smile plastered across my face, even though inside I am screaming profanities and cringing. The afternoon passes slowly, very slowly, but without too much drama. It’s surprising really, that all these people can bear to be around each other. After all, they spend the rest of their time bickering over money, child rearing and other pathetic issues. Why must they pretend now? It’s so dumb. I’ll never understand the politics of adulthood.
The television blares out the political speeches—another 4th July tradition, but I tune out, unable to bear listening. This day is dragging on and I feel so uncomfortable in the swishy, short dress it’s unreal. The station finally flickers onto the news, and mum immediately silences it. As I watch the fading black, the inane chatter starts surrounding me again. Why is it that when adults get drunk, they just get louder and more stupid? Seems absolutely ridiculous to me, which is why alcohol has never tempted me.
I finally free myself to shove on some jeans and a plain t-shirt, as we are getting ready to leave for the carnival. The whole facade is embarrassing enough, without being seen in a dress. My parents are suitably out of it now, so I guess they’ll never notice. The walk to the carnival is as awful as expected, the twins are screaming top note and running riot around me, and Daniel is blabbering on about Star Trek or Star Wars or something else I don’t understand. They’re all driving me nuts; I’m just about at the end of my tether. Glancing down at my watch, I can’t help but wonder how much longer do I have to suffer this?
Before I know it, the familiar carnival music is blaring out so loud; I know we must only be moments away. I feel a sense of foreboding as I turn the last corner, almost as if I can sense something bad is going to happen. And then predictably, it does. I run smack into Kelly who is lip-locked with Kyle.
I’m too stunned to be humiliated, too angry to move. Kelly is my friend, my closest friend. I mean, I’ve always known that she was untrustworthy, we popular girls normally are, we have to be to survive the jungle of high school, but to do this? She knows how long I have been after Kyle—I have literally liked him forever.
“Bitch!” I spit the accusatory word out before I can regain control of myself before I realize that I am supposed to be incognito. A loud gasp followed by giggling ensures the knowledge that the twins have heard the profanity. I spin around to see them in fits of hysterics, with Daniel blushing brightly. I am too full of rage to think rationally. All I can focus on is a red mist that has descended around me. Kelly and Kyle have pulled apart.
At least they both have the decency to look embarrassed, but the wetness of their lips is too insulting for me to feel any forgiveness.
Angry tears sting my eyes, but I pinch my nose to stop them falling. I refuse to let them have that effect on me. Kelly starts stammering, explaining, but I can’t help but notice she doesn’t let go of Kyle’s hand even once. He keeps a smug grin on his face the entire time. Why do boys enjoy girls fighting over them so much? It’s just weird. I don’t want to hear anything these two have to say, nothing will make their betrayal less painful, this horrible day any better. I instinctively turn and run off, back the way we came. Away from them, from everyone.
Monday at school is going to be unbearable. Any sort of drama draws everyone in, especially a bitch fight between two very popular girls—supposed best friends at that! I can’t go through all this crap again. I know it sounds old and boring, but now we’re so close to graduating, all I want to do is get my head down, try and achieve something so I can actually go to college. I’ve started to realize how important this whole education thing is way too late, I have so much to catch up on. This is the last thing I need.
I suddenly notice voices and footsteps running behind me. I whirl around, expecting an immediate confrontation with Kelly or Kyle, but no. It’s just my cousins. The three people I least want to see in the world. “Just...go back.” I pant, trying to stop the steady stream falling from my eyes. “I’ll be there in a bit. I just need...” After a few seconds of silence, Daniel pulls me down to sit on the ground. The hardness of the floor pulls me back into reality and the tears become sobs that rack through my entire body.
Finally, I’m pulled out of my self-pity stupor by the twin’s concerned chatter. I really shouldn’t worry these kids; they don’t understand the harsh reality of life yet. They have plenty of time to suffer all that I’m going through. I force a weak smile, and even though all I want to do is go home, I suggest going back to the carnival. I know they’ll all want to; sitting with a crying girl will not be in any of their wish lists this holiday.
We walk back, me nervously behind the others. I’m frightened I’m going to see them again. One heartbreak a night is enough for me. As we turn the dreaded corner, my heart in my mouth, the sight before me is not what I expected.
High flames. Blackness. Grey smoke.
Everything is on fire. What the fuck is happening? Is this arson? I mean, I know I wasn’t exactly looking forward to enduring this hell, but I can’t imagine anyone going this far. I stand frozen as I watch the firemen shoot jets of water onto the flickering flames, creating more smoke and confusion. Where is everyone? What about the rest of my family? There must be an assembly point somewhere. We should go and find them; they’re probably all panicking about us. They’ve got no idea where we are.
Grabbing hold of the others, we run off. We circle the area, looking for anyone and don’t manage to stumble across a solitary soul. I start to feel like I can’t breathe. I’m not sure if it’s the smoke or the panic. What if everyone died in the flames? Is that possible? That means...
No, forget it. That’s just an unbearable thought.
I finally find a fireman to ask. He looks at me confused before shrugging his shoulders, talking quickly and frantically at me in a foreign language. Frustrated, I shout after all of the firemen. But they ignore me, starting to leave. Aren’t they supposed to make sure we are safe or something? I walk forward into the black and grey smoldering mess. The others follow I can hear their footsteps and breathing behind me. The twins are whispering to each other. I don’t know how much they understand about what’s happening and I have no idea how to even begin to explain anything.
Nothing. No one.
I turn to Daniel, my confused expression mirrored in his. What do we do? A noise to my left causes me to spin round. Someone to ask, finally. “Hey!” I call out to the shadowy figure as it moves slowly forward. I shield my eyes, trying to get a clearer view. “Hi, um…We just need some...” I trail off as the person becomes clearer. Kelly. That bitch. She looks a bit banged up, possibly burned, but she’s walking around, so must be fine. I turn and stalk off in the opposite direction, refusing to deal with her right now.
The others stay close behind me, obviously unable to make any choices for themselves. Much as they’re starting to annoy me, I’m more consumed by relief that at least someone else is here. I wish we knew where to find everyone else. I’ve tried ringing mum, but I guess my network is down. Typical. Phones never seem to work when you need them to most.
The silence rings out, deafening in my ears. My sight is restricted to just in front of me. So, when a loud, high pitched scream, full of terror, pierces the air, it induces immediate terror. “Daniel? Jack? Jill?” I question quietly so as not to disturb the obvious mass murder that is about somewhere, trying to bump everyone in this town off. I push forward, reaching in front of me, trying to hold onto one of them. My hands shoot relief through my body as I touch hair. I almost let out a relieved giggle.
The hair is matted and wet, almost like someone has been swimming in the ocean. It must be Jill, she must have done something when I wasn’t looking. I move closer, inhaling. The scent of ash and burnt meat makes me gag, fires seriously stink! I pull Jill in close, inexplicably scared. Growl. I snap my head down towards the little girl. Why is she doing that? Suddenly a hot radiating pain takes over, starting in my wrist. I want to scream out, but my mouth feels like it has been sewn shut. I want to move, but my feet feel like lead.
When the mist descends from my eyes, I see a sight before me, which makes no immediate sense, but spells danger to my brain all the same. A woman, not a girl, certainly not Jill, who is covered in blood and pus, her clothes all torn, a bone sticking out from her leg, has her teeth sunk into my arm and seems to be relishing the taste.
I tug my arm back ripping off a chunk of skin as it drags against her mouth, and force my legs to run. I try to block out the pain, try not to let it get to me just yet. Isn’t shock supposed to set in at some point, taking over everything else? Distracted, I somehow manage to run smack into a tree, the motion sending me flying back to the ground. The radiating agony in the front of my head blacks everything else out for a single moment.
When I finally come back around, I can feel and see a red sticky liquid running down my face. Blood. Well, that’s just great. Just another problem to add to the long list. I look around, confused by the eerie atmosphere. Seriously, this seems like some kind of nightmare. If it weren’t for the excruciating pain over all of my body, I could almost let myself believe that this hideous day hadn’t even begun yet. That I’m still in my bed. Waiting.
I stagger upright, trying to work out what I should do next. My brain is all...fuzzy. I wish there was some around I could ask for help. If I get back to the smoldering embers of the carnival I might be able to find Daniel or the twins. I think back to my reluctance to be seen with them only hours before, now I’m desperate to see a familiar face, especially one of theirs.
I see in the mist ahead of me, moving shapes. It looks like people, but they’re moving weirdly. Sort of jerky and very slowly. I speed on, wanting to find someone, wanting to know what happened here. I reach the group. There are eight people here, but they aren’t really...human. They’re covered in blood and rot and they smell like gone off barbeque meat. What’s with these people? I walk up close to them, wanting an answer. One of them snarls and snaps their teeth at me, before sniffing the air and turning away. I get up in one of the girls faces. Her curious eyes follow me and send shivers up my spine. Her irises are completely white. In fact, all of them look like this. I try and speak to them, but am met with low growls and groans.
They circle around me, staring at me, half disgusted, half curious. I’m sure my expression is the same. One of them is dragging a bloody stump behind him where his leg used to be. He doesn’t even seem bothered by this. Nor does the girl who has an obvious stab wound in her stomach—that must hurt like hell. She must be all sorts of tough!
Suddenly a gunshot rings out in the distance. As my head snaps around, searching for help, so does all of theirs. Quickly they are ambling away, any interest in me waning. I follow behind, unsure of what else to do. At least they might lead me somewhere safe. Twelve more gunshots ring out, keeping us all on the right track. I wonder what the significance of the thirteen shots is. A boring history lesson flicks into my mind, somehow familiar, but it is gone before any particular memory can click into place.
As we amble, I can feel my body getting heavier, my mind getting more sluggish, my emotions becoming null and void. What is happening to me? The bite mark on my wrist has, somewhere along the line, turned completely and utterly black—what does that mean? I think I need to get to the hospital. I don’t panic though like I normally would. In fact, I feel weirdly serene.
A noise distracts my trail of thoughts. I look up to see the group I was following, all knelt to the ground looking at something. I move in closer, curiosity getting the best of me. I quickly see blood splattering everywhere, which confuses and intrigues me equally.
Vomit fills my mouth when I realize exactly what they’re doing. They’re eating someone. Cannibals. That could quite easily have been me. These people are sickoes. Unless, could this be some kind of zombie apocalypse prank? I think I remember someone doing that in the UK a while ago; someone won a few million on the lottery and created a zombie-infested town to trick his mates. Is this what’s happening? Then why did I get bitten, that’s a bit much, isn’t it? Weirdo! Why aren’t I in on the prank? I wish I knew for certain because everything is getting a bit much for me now. All I want to do is cry—and that isn’t like me at all.
* * *
I feel like I haven’t seen anyone for days. I have no idea how long I’ve been wandering about but my emotions are flicking rapidly between despair and frustration. I need some help. I’ve got to find Daniel and the twins at least. Then we can all head home to see if we can find the rest of our family. Then I’m going to sleep this shitty day off once and for all. Next year I’m not doing a single thing to celebrate 4th July. I’m staying indoors, locked in my room.
I slump down onto a rock, my body refusing to carry on. I think I must sleep or blackout. I have no idea how long for, but when I awaken, the sight before me pushes my mind to its very limit. A dead body lies at my feet. I push back, eyes flicking around, worrying about my own life. Why would those cannibals have eaten this guy and not me? In my haste to move, I nick my wrists, causing black goo to seep from the wound. Could it be this that stopped them? A newfound gratefulness for the woman that bit me overtakes.
I move away as fast as my ailing body will let me. But as I’m going, something inside me shifts, a new emotion takes over. It’s hard to describe, even to myself. It sort of feels like a blinding, blackout rage. Suddenly, I don’t want to run anymore. I want to stop, to turn, to fight. I don’t though because I know it isn’t rational, my brain is at least allowing me that much common sense. I keep running until I come across an unusual, intriguing sight.
People. Hundreds of them, all crying, wrapped in blankets, some burnt, badly hurt. Instead of feeling sad, like I know I should, or happy that I’m no longer alone, I feel a rush of something different. Excitement? Lust? Before I know it, I’m charging forwards, bearing my teeth. I don’t care anymore about what is right and wrong, all I want to do is copy the cannibals and feel some flesh against my teeth. It’s not hunger driving me, more a desire to cause harm, pain, to inflict fear. I want all the people to be pushed to the brink of despair. I want them to experience emotions they didn’t even know they could feel.
A loud scream explodes and people fly in every direction. I am slower than them, but the fear I inflict stiffens some of them, allowing me to grab hold. Sinking my teeth into tissue at every opportunity, a rush of euphoria running through me every single time, just to chew on it and spit it out. Once I have bitten a person, they become nothing to me. I have no further use for them, so I toss them aside onto the next.
I hear a voice; it’s calling out a name. A stirring of recognition inside causes me to stop. Is name? I turn, feeling a sense of déjà vu, of familiarity, blood dripping down my chin. A group of people behind me, all nervously stepping in my direction, chattering incessantly.
My family. I look at them curiously. What are they doing? I edge closer to them and they rile backward, afraid I realize. They don’t need to be frightened of me - I know I attacked others, but I love them, I wouldn’t do it to them. Good old Daniel bravely comes closer, the twins cowering behind. He’s speaking to me, but I am too transfixed on the saliva glistening on his lips to hear any words. His arms outstretched, wishing me forwards. I step, willing myself to play this cool. If I’m ok with Daniel, the others will trust me and accept me again.
I lean into him, nestling into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. I smile as I eventually pull back, pleased with myself. I have proved that I can do this. It’s only when I stare into Daniel’s tearful eyes, his open mouth, that the familiar metallic scent of blood wafts into my nostrils. I realize I have a massive chunk of his neck in my mouth. He falls to the floor, the weight of his body too much. The others run away bellowing out screams. I spit the dirty flesh on the ground. That moment was a game changer. Now all I can focus on is my need to devour them all.
* * *
Hours later, everyone in the entire town is either an unfortunate casualty or just another member of the shuffling army that I seem to be leading. I don’t know why everyone has turned to me, but I am relishing the power and position. Almost as if it’s my destiny to be in charge. I look around and try to grin at the familiar faces I have spent the day with, including many members of my delightful family, but my jaw is slack and destroyed from the battle.
We move forward slowly, but with avid determination. None of us know exactly what happened to our little town carnival this Independence Day, no one is even sure why we’re like this. The only thing we collectively know now, is there are no humans left here for us to infect, to recruit. We need to move on; we need to take over the next place. Nothing will stand in our way.

Thursday, 15 March 2018

Lottie Loves Sample @SamieSands

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“Will you marry me?”

Four words I’ve waited my whole life to hear. Four words I was sure would change my life forever…and they did. Just not in the way I expected.

Finding out my extremely gorgeous rock star boyfriend was about to propose had the complete opposite effect I thought it would. Rather than catapult me into a future I’ve always wanted, it plunged me back to a past I tried to forget.

Now I can’t get him out of my head. I can’t help but wonder what could have been, how our lives would have ended up if he didn’t leave me behind, a shattered mess.

All these memories are dangerous. They’re bringing my past back to ruin my future. And worst of all, they’re taking me right back to him, my childhood sweetheart, my first love…my biggest regret.

Lottie Loves Sample

Ring, ring.
I yanked my phone angrily out of my pocket, not at all in the mood to talk to anyone, least of all the name that I saw plastered across the screen.
I rolled my eyes, almost stuffing the phone back in my pocket, really not wanting to speak to him. My mum had put me in the worst mood, and for the first time ever I wasn’t excited to talk to the man that I loved.
Just as my hand slid into my jeans, my heart pounded uncomfortably against my chest, and I rapidly changed my mind. I couldn’t ignore Danny, not when he’d done nothing wrong. Just because I was all shook up and pissed off, it wasn’t his fault. Plus I had no idea when he would call again, so I shouldn’t miss this opportunity.
“Hi...” I started, but Danny jumped in almost instantly, not letting me get a word in edgeways.
“Lottie? Are you okay? It isn’t true I promise you. I didn’ isn’t what it looks like...I...” He sounded panicked and stressed, which meant he wasn’t making any sense, causing everything within me to halt in shock. Danny was a pretty laid back person when it came to most things, so to hear him like that meant that something really bad had happened. I just couldn’t work out what it was...
“Woah, slow down,” I tried to sound calm, but even I could hear the hollow twinge to my tone. “What the hell are you going on about?” I stood outside the front door to my home, unable to even think about hunting through my bag for the key when something so potentially life changing was about to happen.
“You mean you haven’t seen it yet?” He gasped weakly, his words cracking painfully with emotion. I shook my head silently, waiting for him to continue. “I...I thought you hated me already. I thought you knew.” He panted a few times, and I noticed my breaths becoming as ragged as his, as if my body was trying to prepare me for what was to come next. “The newspapers...they’re saying some things. Some awful things...but they aren’t true I promise you.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, everything swirling around inside of me until I almost felt sick with it all. My brain wasn’t quite processing any of Danny’s words, but my body had already come to its own, very unwelcome, conclusion. “What the fuck are you saying Danny?”
“At the industry party last night...there was this girl...”
My heart sunk right down into my feet as I heard the words that every girl dreaded the most. I had certainly never been in that position before, but I knew many other girls who had—particularly the girls dating Craig—and I’d always looked on with a distant sympathy, not even slightly knowing what they were going through. I always knew without any uncertainty that the papers were printing the truth, yet when I found myself on the wrong end of it, I had no idea what to think.
“ wasn’’s all lies Lottie, I swear.”
His words trailed off while he waited sadly for me to respond, and I really wanted to. A million and one things flew through my mind, but none of them felt right. None of them expressed exactly how I felt at that moment. How was I supposed to tell him that he’d just whipped the foundation of my life out from under me, and that I now felt like I was freefalling into some crazy abyss?
I couldn’t.
I didn’t know what to say.
So instead, I clicked my phone off, and I allowed it to drop to the ground with an intrusive clatter.
A numbness quickly overcame me as I slumped to the cold, hard floor beneath me, as if my body had just given up. Had Danny really cheated? Had that actually happened? Maybe we had spent such a long time coasting along happily that it had finally come crumbling down around us.
Or maybe Danny was innocent, and I was jumping onto something because I needed something negative about him to grasp on to. Just to justify my uncertainty about his proposal, and everything that had come after.
The proposal...what the hell would happen about that now?

Wednesday, 14 March 2018

Extinct - The AM13 Outbreak #Zombie #Boxset

The deadly AM13 virus is taking over the world, creating hordes of zombies and turning the few survivors into the hunted…

Survivors can only watch humankind dwindle to extinction.

They fight to protect their loved ones, to reach sanctuary, to keep their sanity as civilization is destroyed around them, never knowing if their next breath will be their last.

Will the person they fought beside soon be a flesh-hungry corpse, or even worse, their own prey?

Read the bestselling series by author Samie Sands, now available in a complete box set!

Extinct Sample

I still, even now, can’t believe this has actually happened! In the beginning, back when people weren’t taking the whole “health scare” thing very seriously—before people saw the evidence of the AM13 virus—I had all kinds of stupid shit said to me.
“It’s like you’re living in your very own scripted movie, you must be so pleased!”
“Your books have come true!”
“At least you’ll have a lot of practice with this whole thing.”
And it was always teamed with this stupid, innocuous laugh that drove me crazy. I mean, what the fuck, guys? Seriously? Yes, I’m a zombie author, but that doesn’t exactly mean I ever wanted to end up living within the pages of my books.
I actually have a very successful series of young adult apocalyptic novels—five to date—and there was even talk of a film at some point, but that was fantasy. I didn’t want this to happen—no one in their right mind would.
The only reasons my books were as popular as they were is because I used my imagination to write them. I didn’t base them in any kind of fact or predictions or anything. When I think about me sitting there, revelling in putting my fictional characters—that despite popular belief, I do actually love!—through such hell, it kinda makes me feel sick. My readers, fans, whatever you’d like to call them, have sent me a lot of online…opinions…bordering on abuse over time as each new book came out, and more characters that they’d come to adore and root for, died. I know it was harsh; I tried to tell them as much. But you just don’t get through a zombie apocalypse without losing a few people.
And now, we’re living through it for real, and I’m seeing for myself how true that really is. I think it’s safe to say that it isn’t fun, and no, not even I’m finding it exciting. 

Monday, 12 March 2018

Forgotten - The AM13 Outbreak #Zombie #Boxset


The deadly AM13 virus is taking over the world, creating hordes of zombies and turning the few survivors into the hunted…

Survivors can only watch humankind dwindle to extinction.

They fight to protect their loved ones, to reach sanctuary, to keep their sanity as civilization is destroyed around them, never knowing if their next breath will be their last.

Will the person they fought beside soon be a flesh-hungry corpse, or even worse, their own prey?

Read the bestselling series by author Samie Sands, now available in a complete box set!

Forgotten Sample

That noise.
Bang. Bang.
So loud. It feels like it’s coming from inside my own head.
I cover my ears with my hands, pulling my knees up to my chest, trying to block out the whole world for a moment. I just need to think. I don’t know what to do about her, I really don’t. I can’t just do nothing. She isn’t right, however much I try to convince myself otherwise. I have to accept the truth. I have to admit that whatever is behind that door isn’t my cousin. Not anymore. But that doesn’t make this any easier.
When I found her, outside the door collapsed and covered in blood, I completely freaked out, what if she had this thing, the illness? I had to block out all my deep-rooted fears about catching the disease while I carried her in and cleaned her off. I didn’t have any choice, did I?
There’s no one else left—as far as I’m aware, anyway. I don’t even know how she got here. Was she heading this way on purpose, coming to see me? Or was it simply a coincidence that it’s my door she passed out in front of? I left her to sleep. She slept for days. She slept for so long I started to fear that I was too late, that she was already dead. Then, there was movement. I heard her get up out of the bed and move about the room. I waited. I didn’t talk for fear of what she might say, for fear of learning what had truly happened to her.
She switched.
Day to day.
Minute to minute.
One moment she would be speaking, albeit very slurred and stilted words that I could never really understand. The next I’d just hear screaming and smashing, as things would be thrown around in a violent rage. It was terrifying. Now, I’d give anything for that emotion. Now all I can hear is growling, moaning, shuffling. And banging.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
I fear she’s going to bring that flimsy door down soon, making my decision for me. I’m not ready for that, not yet. I’ve already lost too many people. She might be the only one I have left.

Lockdown - The AM13 Outbreak #Zombie #Boxset


The deadly AM13 virus is taking over the world, creating hordes of zombies and turning the few survivors into the hunted…

Survivors can only watch humankind dwindle to extinction.

They fight to protect their loved ones, to reach sanctuary, to keep their sanity as civilization is destroyed around them, never knowing if their next breath will be their last.

Will the person they fought beside soon be a flesh-hungry corpse, or even worse, their own prey?

Lockdown Sample

I barely sleep again that night. This time it’s different though. It has nothing to do with everyone else, and everything to do with me. My brain just won’t switch off, no matter what I do. As the worry consumes me, I miss the numbness. I thought that was terrible, but it’s preferable to this. Having anxiety about something you can literally do nothing about is dire.
Before it’s even light, I step out of bed. Lying down restlessly is achieving nothing, so I’d rather chill out by myself for a while with a cup of coffee in hand. I plod across the canteen quietly, listening jealously to all of the random bursts of snoring. I’m too tired to even get annoyed.
As the kettle boils, I idly glance out of the window. I stop in my tracks and move to get a closer look. There’s a lone, dishevelled woman walking past the wall. She’s in a seriously bad way—her clothes are all torn and bloody, her hair is matted with grime, and she has a massive gushing gash on her leg. Something dreadful has happened to her, that much is clear. The awful possibilities race through my mind, sending me into a tailspin.
I bang on the window to let her know I’m there and cry out for someone to call an ambulance. I’m desperate to do something to help her, but she doesn’t even acknowledge me. It’s as if she’s crazy, comatose, like she’s sleepwalking or something. Maybe the loss of blood has sent her into a state of delirium.
Not knowing what other option I have, I turn to race outside. I can’t just stand here and leave her to die of her injuries. I’d never be able to forgive myself! But just as I’m about to rush out of the room, a feeling of unease spreads over me and stops me dead on the spot. I flick my gaze back out to the road and a cold chill comes over me. Now she’s looking this way and I can see her face fully. Her jaw has disconnected and is hanging down from her face and in her hand is a severed human arm.

Sunday, 11 March 2018

Win This Exclusive Horror Book Bundle


Win a bundle of HORROR novels ~ competition runs until the 14th March!

  • 3 winners will receive the book bundle comprising of these books...
Game Hunter - Mark Kloss - Zombies in the deserted ruins of the City of London are an endangered species. The only thing keeping them from extermination is the hit reality tv show ‘Game Hunter,’ where people pay to go on zombie killing safaris.
Errant Gods - Erik Henry Vick - Hank is one of New York’s best criminal profilers, and he loves his job. But when he meets the Bristol Butchers, all that changes. They are a pair of psychopaths — cannibals. He chases them in spite of the disabling curse they cast on him, in spite of their threats to his family, and when he catches up to them, his horror begins.
Demon King
Damnation Robot - Aaron Crash - a misfit crew of aliens and monsters to track down demons, snare ghosts, and destroy hellish creatures bent on murder—all to discover how to close the Onyx Gate for good. 
Ravens Ridge - Connie Myers - Rose Compton moved into her family’s old lumber baron mansion, looming near the edge of a Lake Michigan cliff. She loves her adult children and will do anything for them, except move out of Raven’s Ridge. Spooky and menacing events make her wonder if she is developing dementia like her deceased mother, or if a ghost is haunting the estate.
Last Another Day - Baileigh Higgins - Trapped in the shower by the monster that was once her husband, Morgan's survival hinges on her willingness to kill the man she loves. She escapes, only to find that the horror has spread and now threatens everything she holds dear.
Last Another Day    Outbreak
Lockdown - Samie Sands - The government is calling the virus AM13. As the outbreak spreads, citizens are forced to stay indoors while they assess the gravity of the illness. Most people are quarantined in their homes, but Leah, Jake, and Leah’s best friend Michelle are some of the unlucky few who are stuck at work when the Lockdown occurs.
Joe Coffin S01 E01 - Ken Preston - Joe Coffin is fresh out of jail, but going straight is the last thing on his mind. The sickos who murdered his wife and child are still out there, and he’s going to get revenge. The problem is, Joe Coffin is in much deeper than he realises, and his wife might not be as dead as he believes.
Hell Holes - Donald Firesmith - It’s August in Alaska, and geology professor Jack Oswald prepares for the new school year. But when hundreds of huge holes mysteriously appear overnight in the frozen tundra north of the Arctic Circle, Jack receives an unexpected phone call.
Hell Holes
The Haunting of Hellfleet Point Lighthouse - Cat Knight - To escape city living, Nora and Felix moved into a lighthouse. Now city noise was replaced by screams on the wind and a disembodied rasping voice. Not what they'd hoped for, and the fall that almost killed her didn't help. 
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