Tuesday, September 19, 2017

tour for Witches of Wildwood: Cape May Horror Stories and Other Scary Tales from the Jersey Shore by Mark W. Curran







Witches of Wildwood: Cape May Horror Stories and Other Scary Tales from the Jersey Shore 

A Collection of Contemporary Horror Fiction

Mark W. Curran 

Genre: Horror/Speculative Fiction

Publisher: NMD Books

Date of Publication: Sept 15, 2017

ISBN: 978-1-936828-51-7

Number of pages: 300
Word Count: 83,365

Cover Artist:  Robert Gonzales

Book Description:

Werewolves... vampires... swamp beasts... zombies... even a Jersey Devil... all of these chilling creatures and more await you in this haunting collection of 11 contemporary horror fiction stories by Mark Wesley Curran.

Uniquely set 'down the shore' in South Jersey's Cape May County, these scary tales are sure to terrify and entertain both adult readers as well as young adults.


Excerpt:

There was no
doubt among the sisters that the murders were increasing their power. Each felt
the surge of energy that coursed through them with each kill.
“I feel so
alive!” Zoey exclaimed on the morning after they’d tied Harlan Clemmons to a chair
and stabbed him multiple times through the heart, “like I’m 
plugged into some
bitchin’ electrical source!” she marveled.


The other girls
felt it too. Both Jaz and Ali would lay awake at night and feel it running
through them - bringing them even more vitality and strength than even their
young ages provided. 



My Review: 4*
This year for vacation we went to Wildwood and Cape May New Jersey. It was my first trip there. I learned a lot about the places we visited and I also heard some of the ghost stories about the place. I thought this would be a fun set of stories to add to the ones I had heard while I was there.. The stories I heard in New Jersey are lore and these stories are fiction. But it was still cool to read them. 
Some of the stories tend to get a little long winded. There is a very long back story to some of them and nce you get to the ghost part it is quick and done. The book does take you through all the horror villians. Ghosts, Sirens, vampires and more. I would of thought the first story int he book would be about Witch's being as it is titled Witche's of Wildwood though, but you have to wait for th elast story for that. 
My favorite story in the book was Captain Harvey's Wildwood Seafood palace. The story is about an ex tv star turned restaurant owner. A hard nosed food critic Blemus K. fritch comes into the place and Capt Gus Harvey will never be the same. Gus is so worried that the he will give his place a bad review he decides to go talk to him before the article is published and beg him to please give him a good review. When he finds Fritch's apartment he knocks n the door, During their talk he gets mad over something Fritch says and ends up killing him. After that he sees Fritch's dead body everywhere. You are gonna have to read the rest of the story for yourself. 

About the Author:

Mark Wesley Curran is a writer of contemporary fiction, specializing in the horror and suspense genre. Born and raised in Suburban Philadelphia, he spent many summers living and working in Wildwood, New Jersey during its heyday. He now resides in Los Angeles where he enjoys creative pursuits as a writer, filmmaker and musician.   



Twitter: https://twitter.com/MarkWesleyCurr1


Interview with Mark W. Curran
Where do you get inspiration for your stories? - Inspiration can come from anywhere. You might be driving and you see somebody through the windshield of a passing car and they have a look. You start to wonder about that person. What if they were a vampire? What if they were a robot? Perhaps they are no there at all – maybe all we see is a mirage. I get so many ideas that they drive me crazy.


How did you do research for your book? - Back in the 1980's I lived for quite some time in Cape May down at the shore in Southern New Jersey. Wildwood New Jersey is a kind of carnival-town, and back in the 80's it was in its final days.
During that period I was reading a lot of Stephen King and I've always loved horror movies, so I began to outline ideas for movies, stories and novels.
The short stories and the novella from this book were set during, and inspired by, that time period.
So I guess you could say my research happened naturally because I was living there.
It was a great place. Lots of teenagers and partiers and night clubs against the backdrop of these old Victorian houses. Some of the older houses were starting to really show their age and not being kept up so the decay had set in and the condo developers were starting to come in. There was this sense of history being erased.  As the seasons went by, the crowds began to thin, and eventually it became a ghost town.  Thought it to be a perfect setting for horror stories!
Do you have another profession besides writing? - Yes, I do but I'm keeping it a secret.
If you could go back in time, where would you go? - Rome, before the Fall of the Roman Empire. Or maybe Woodstock in 1969. Back then love was free. There seems to be so much anxiety now. It seems like we never learned from our mistakes made in the past about wars, greed and violence. As time goes on man continues to make the same errors over and over. But was there ever a time that was better than any other time? I mean, history shows us that brutality has always existed, so I would imagine that if I were to be transported to any other time or place I'd find the same basic reality.
What is your next project? - I am working on several projects, but one I can speak about is I am researching making an historical documentary about Gettysburg.











Waxing Moon by Sarah E. Stevens






Waxing Moon
Calling the Moon
Book Two
Sarah E. Stevens

Genre: Paranormal

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication: 8/18/2017

ISBN: 978-1-5092-1586-7
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1587-4 Digital
ASIN: B073MPTK1Z

Number of pages: paperback 308,
Word Count:  ~76k

Cover Artist: Deborah Turner

Tagline:  Paranormal arson, rogue wolves, and torn loyalties. How can a mere human mother protect her Werewolf baby?

Book Description:

Julie Hall thinks she has the hang of mothering her Werewolf baby Carson, until the night she wakes to frantic barking and finds her house on fire. Arson. Paranormal fire creatures want to kill Carson—and an unknown Were may be helping them.

As if fire-spawning Salamanders and a mysterious Werewolf aren't dangerous enough, Julie soon faces even closer threats. Her trusted friend Eliza harbors a secret and Julie’s new understanding of Werewolves threatens to tear apart her team. Meanwhile, her relentless enemies will burn everything in their path, if they can’t get to Carson.

Will Julie’s efforts to protect Carson do more harm than good?

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Dark Moon Wolf
Book One of Calling the Moon
Available on Amazon

Excerpt
2:

          “Your house was
burned down by Salamanders.”
            The
words didn’t match his tone.
            “What…salamanders?”
I echoed.
            “No,
not salamanders—Salamanders.”
            This
time, I heard the capital letter, but remained bewildered.
            “What
the hell are you talking about? Salamanders? Like, lizards?”
            Tim’s
face registered surprise. “Sheila?”
            “I
know what they are.” Sheila’s voice shook.
            “Great.
So glad you’re both part of the in crowd. Since my house burned down and my
life nearly ended, do you think one of you could please enlighten me?”
            “Dammit,
Jules.” My sarcasm seemed to revive my best friend. “Could you drop the
attitude for a while? Yes, shock and trauma and all of that, but you’re being a
total jerk. Tim’s just trying to help.”
            I
meant to yell back, but the frustration on her face stopped me. I tried to give
her a grin, instead. It probably looked like a grimace, but I gave my best
shot.
            “God,
Sheila. Attitude is the only thing keeping me going right now.”
            “I
know, Jules. But you’re safe here—” She stopped. “Tim, are we safe here?”
            “We
should be. I’ll know if they’re around.”
            “Hey,
still waiting to hear who ‘they’ are.”
            Tim
said, “Salamanders are paranormal creatures, like Werewolves. They draw their
strength from the sun and can call on its powers—fire, heat, light—similar to
the way Weres draw on the moon to raise water, shift darkness, and such.
Judging by the scents at the scene, at least three salamanders called fire at
your house. Not an accident, Julie. Arson. Someone—a group of someones—wanted
you and Carson dead.”
            “Why?”
Sheila asked.
Me, I couldn’t even form the
word. Dammit, I should have taken a shower and gone to bed and dealt with all
of this later. Sheila had been right. As usual.
            “I
don’t know,” said Tim. “Yet.”
“I know Salamanders
are…antithetical to Weres, but I thought you mostly co-existed peacefully.”
            “We
do.”
            “Well,
apparently not!” said Sheila.
            “So
these people turn into giant lizards? Instead of wolves?” I asked, not
understanding why Sheila stifled a small laugh at my question.
            Tim
said, “No, they don’t change form. Sometimes when calling the sun, Salamanders
have a different cast to their eyes or their complexion—minor changes—but they
remain fully human in shape.”
            “Then
why are they called Salamanders? If they’re not lizards?”
            Tim
frowned, then finally crossed the room to stand beside Sheila’s chair. When he
rested his hands on her shoulders, tension visibly drained from his body.
Sheila unconsciously leaned back against him and his thumbs traced circles on
her white t-shirt. They were physically opposite in so many ways, with Sheila’s
striking looks and Tim’s extra-in-a-crowd-scene appearance; Sheila’s long
blonde hair and smooth tan, Tim’s closely shorn black curls and dark brown
skin. Yet, there was an undeniable sense of rightness between them. I’d even
stopped teasing Sheila about Tim being just another in her long line of
throwaway men.
            I
realized my hands still shook and I clasped them together to hide the tremors.
As Tim spoke, I forced everything else out of my mind to focus.
            “You’d
have to ask a Salamander for a full version of their history, but as I
understand it, they believe they’re descended from a powerful sun-being, a
lizard creature from the sun that came to Earth and mated with a human long
ago.”
            Sheila
looked up at Tim. “Really? I always thought they were called Salamanders
because people used to think salamanders—the real ones—lived in fire.”
            “Why
would people think salamanders lived in fire? Aren’t they amphibians?” I asked.
            “Because
salamanders lived in rotten logs and crawled out when the logs were thrown into
a fireplace.”
            “Well,
both explanations sound equally bizarre to me,” I said.
            “I
don’t care how they got their name,” said Sheila. “Why are they trying to kill
Julie and Carson?”




About the Author:

Sarah's love of reading, writing, and all things fantasy started with her childhood explorations of Narnia, Middle Earth, and Pern. She's a huge enthusiast of all fantasy, paranormal, and science fiction. She's a board game geek, an artist, and a dabbler in making chainmaille jewelry. She loves to write about strong women and their friendships--combined with magic and love, of course.

Sarah, her husband Gary, their three kids, and three cats live in Evansville, Indiana.

PS. None of her kids are actually Werewolves.




https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16276590.Sarah_E_Stevens

Interview with Sarah E. Stevens
Where do you get inspiration for your stories?
The Calling the Moon series was born when my four-month old son bit my shoulder so hard he left a scar. My first thought was: “Well, at least he’s not a Werewolf.” Then…wait a minute…what if he were a Werewolf? How would he have become a Were? What would it be like to be the mother of a Werewolf baby? That would mean everything we think we know about Werewolves is wrong… 
I do realize it was a strange first thought to have had when your baby bites you, but that was the origin of this trilogy. 
As for other aspects of my stories, I write what I know, what I want to read, and what I need to work out for myself. No, none of my kids are Werewolves. But the centrality of motherhood in Julie’s life and in this series is something that’s emotionally true for me. As another example, Waxing Moon begins with Julie’s house burning down in the middle of the night. I actually survived an apartment fire years ago, so I drew on a lot of that experience to craft Julie’s story. This is why it’s dangerous to be friends with a writer: we steal bits and pieces of you and inject them into our various characters. 


How did you do research for your book?
I’ve lived in or visited most of the places my books take place: Southern Oregon; Greybull, Wyoming; Las Vegas; Evansville, Indiana. I do some internet research to make sure I have temperatures right for various seasons, to remind myself of geography…things like that. As for my Werewolves, they are VERY different than the typical Weres you’ll read about. When I was creating them, I did a lot of research into various cultural associations of the moon. If Weres are linked to the moon, what other powers might they have? 


Do you have another profession besides writing?
Yup. I’m currently the interim director of the Honors Program at the University of Southern Indiana. I juggle full-time work, three kids, a husband, and writing (and friends and cats and other hobbies, too). I’ve developed some pretty good time management and discipline—I make sure that I write at least 5 days a week and meet a minimum word goal. When I have extra time to write, it’s glorious! 


If you could go back in time, where would you go?
I think I’d rather go forward in time. Our world has changed so much in the last 100 years, what will the next few centuries bring? Will we leave the planet and establish colonies on another planet? Will we learn to be more peaceful and work together? How will technology change and how will that change us? I’d love to know what will happen next for humanity. 


What is your next project?
I’m currently working on book three in this series, working title Rising Wolf. What do you think happens to Julie next? And who will she end up with: Team Wolf or Team Salamander? 

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Christmas at the Lake by Charlotte Blake blitz


Christmas at the Lake
Charlotte Blake
(Great Escapes, #2)
Publication date: September 12th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Sometimes love gets forgotten …

Hugely successful Lexi Stuart is used to guys pursuing her, but for all the wrong reasons. Sure, she’s beautiful and rich, but the men in her life never seem to want anything more serious than just sex. It’s a stark reality she’s become used to.

As a code writer in Silicon Vally, Adam Hunt doesn’t have to worry about money. And as a heartthrob in general, he doesn’t need to worry about attracting women, either. But when he meets Lexi during a Christmas holiday in Lake Tahoe, he’s floored that she won’t give him the time of day after one wild night together.

Now, this sports bum is about to take Lexi on the ride of her life. All she needs to do is hang on!

18+

NOTE: This STAND-ALONE romance contains very steamy love scenes. All of the books in the Great Escapes series can be read in any order.

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EXCERPT:

She knew she should have waited to drive over the pass to Lake Tahoe, but she just didn’t have that sort of patience. The snow was practically a blizzard now, and she pulled off to the side of the road where men waited to put on chains for motorists. She rolled down the window of her Tesla SUV, the crack just wide enough to slip the man a couple of bills.

“Chains are in the back.”

She rolled the window up again, wiping the snowflakes off her leather seats.

She was so ready for a break that she’d ignored the weather warnings and driven up on her own, purposely leaving her laptop at home. Now, if she didn’t get over the pass soon, she’d be sleeping in the car.

The hatch opened, and two men took out the boxes of chains she had stashed there. It was illegal to travel up this road without them; her brother, Jack, had reminded her of this, and she’d sent her assistant out to purchase a pair for the trip.

A frigid breeze blew through the car as the men closed the hatch, making her shiver a little. She pulled out a scarf from her bag and, wrapping it around herself, cranked up the heat.

The men finished quickly with the chains, but the rest of the drive was not quick at all. She had been listening to Christmas music, trying to get into the mood of the holiday. But as the storm increased in intensity, she switched over to the channel broadcasting road conditions.

“Highway 50 is open for the time being, but is expected to close within the hour. Blizzard conditions are expected to worsen for the next twenty-four hours. Motorists are advised to exit off the pass as soon as safely possible to allow snow clearing crews to plow the roads.”

Her wheels had more traction with the chains, but the going was slow, and the whole car vibrated from the rough mountain road.

She tapped her fingernails against the steering wheel, a nervous habit she had when she was stressed. Now she could only see a few feet in front of her. She knew that just off to her right was a deadly drop-off. She squinted at the windshield, trying desperately to keep her eyes on the tire tracks and red lights of the cars ahead.

She drove like this for over an hour. Shoulders hunched. Neck tight. The radio silent now.

Finally, the road started to descend from the mountain, and, just visible below, the lights of South Lake Tahoe came into view.

She drove through the town, signs for ski and snowmobile rentals winking down at her. Finally, the sign she’d been looking for popped out.

Black Bear Lodge

She held her breath as she turned down the uncleared lane, hoping that the SUV would be able to make it to the other side of the narrow drive.

The chains were what saved her. The car plowed through the snow, which accumulated along the front bumper and blew across the windshield. But the chains held traction all the way to the lodge. She pulled the car into the small parking lot, where just four others were parked, each made nearly unrecognizable by the snow piled on the roofs.

She parked, but left the car, and the heat, running. She pulled off her knee-high boots and replaced them with the snow boots she had bought at the last minute. Then came a puffy, silver jacket, which she zipped all the way to the top.

She looked around. No bellhop.

Sighing, she shut off the car and opened the door. The snow was so deep that it went above her protective boots. She trudged along to the back and retrieved her two large suitcases. Trying to roll the bags through the snow was nearly impossible, so she resorted to simply dragging them along. She was lucky; they were both light, one with clothing, one with gifts for her family. Gift cards and candles could only weigh so much.

As she passed through the lot, she saw that none of the cars were those of her family. They must have not made it over the mountain yet. They wouldn’t have unless they’d been right behind her on the drive. The news had told her that the pass was closed now.

She struggled with the suitcases up the steps to the main entrance of the building, spitting out the snowflakes that landed on her lips. By the time she got up the small flight of stairs, she was covered head to foot in heavy white flakes.

Even though she hurried to get inside, it was impossible not to notice that the lodge was spectacular. Long wood beams jutted upward, supporting the great vaulted ceiling. It was a large home, really, run by an older couple as a bed and breakfast. There were only a few rooms, and it was this privacy her dad had wanted when he’d had her book the vacation for everyone. In a day or two, when the storm ebbed, she would be joined by him, her two brothers, their wives, and one niece.

Secretly, she was happy to have a little time on her own before family descended upon her. They always had more questions than she felt like answering.

When was she going to settle down?

Has she been dating?

Work wasn’t everything, you know …

She sighed, her breath blowing out of her mouth like smoke from a cigarette.

Every light in the place was lit, casting a warm glow over the snowy landscape. She didn’t knock, and instead walked right in. Immediately, a gust of warm air washed over her.

“Hello?” she called.

She hadn’t seen them, but two men sat in front of a huge fireplace at the far end of the room. They turned at her voice.

“Hi,” one of them said, getting up and walking toward her.

“Hi,” she said. “Am I in the right place? Black Bear, right?”

“This is it.” He opened his arms.

The front room was huge, even bigger than it looked from outside. A staircase descended from the second floor, curving down toward a ten-foot-tall Christmas tree, its star soaring high above. It was decorated with what looked like family heirloom ornaments. Her own mother had built a collection over the years, and it looked like the owners here had done the same. The tree was a sparkling wonder that seemed to never end. Its scent filled the room, and she took a deep breath in.

“It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” the man said.

“Mmm. How do I check in?” she asked, stomping the snow off her boots onto the mat.

“That’ll be Mary and Edward. They’re the ones who run this place. But I think they might’ve gone to bed already. It’s pretty late.”

She hadn’t noticed the time. It was already past ten.

“Mary left a note for you on the table. Can I help you with your bags?”

“Sure,” she said, leaving them where they stood.

She walked over to the entry table and picked up the note.

Ms. Stewart-

Sorry we haven’t been able to stay up to meet you. Your family’s rooms are in the east wing of the house. Please feel free to choose from the four of them. If you’d like wine or hot cocoa, there is a table close to the fire. Breakfast starts at seven and runs until ten. If you’re an early riser, you’ll also find coffee available at six.

Your father called to let us know that they have been unable to make it over the pass into Lake Tahoe. The roads have been closed, and it may be a couple of days before they reopen.

We look forward to meeting you in the morning.

Mary and Edward Holden

She sighed. “Can you help me upstairs, too?”

“Sure.” He outstretched one hand. “My name’s Adam. Over there is my brother Jake.”

Jake sent a wave in her direction.

She took Adam’s hand. “Lexi. Thanks for your help.”

“Anytime.”

For the first time, she got a good look at him. He was tall and broad, his brown hair cut short. Green eyes, too; her favorite. To her, he looked like he might be good for a fun night. Or maybe a few fun nights.

Yum.



Author Bio:

I am happy to call the San Francisco Bay Area home, where I lives with my husband, two kids, one dog and three cats. I started writing at an early age, but have only been writing novels for the past five years. I love the idea of love conquering all, and that is what drove me to begin the Great Escapes series, where the reader follows couples meeting up in exotic locations around the world. In this series, each book is a stand-alone, and each can be read in any order.

But readers, be forewarned, there is a healthy amount of steam in these books!

Thank you for stopping by, and I hope you enjoy Great Escapes!

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On a Tuesday by Whitney G.


On a Tuesday

by Whitney G.
Publication Date: September 19, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Second Chance Romance, Standalone
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Model Credit: Andrea Denver
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We met on a Tuesday.
Became best friends, then lovers, on a Tuesday.
And everything fell apart on a Tuesday… 


Charlotte Taylor has three automatic strikes in my book: 1) She hates me. She also claims that I’m a “domineering jerk with a huge, overbearing ego.” (I do have something huge. It’s not my ego, though.) 2) She takes our mandatory tutoring sessions way too seriously. 3) She’s sexy as hell…And a virgin.

At least, those were her strikes before our study sessions started lasting longer than they were supposed to. Until one innocent kiss became a hundred dirty ones, and until she became the first woman I ever fell hard for.

Our future together after graduation was supposed to be set:
Professional football for me. Law school for her.

But she left me at the end of the semester with no explanation, and then she completely disappeared from my life.

Until tonight.

We met on a Tuesday.
Became everything, then nothing, on a Tuesday.
And now it’s seven years later, on a Tuesday… 


**This is a full length second chance romance, inspired by Adele’s “When We Were Young”**


About Whitney G.

Whitney G. is a twenty-eight-year-old optimist who is obsessed with travel, tea, and great coffee. She’s also a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of several contemporary novels, and the cofounder of The Indie Tea–an inspirational blog for indie romance authors.

When she’s not chatting with readers on her Facebook Page, you can find her on her website at http://www.whitneygbooks.com or on instagram: @whitneyg.author. (If she’s not in either of those places, she’s probably locked away working on another crazy story.)

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The Vixen’s Lead by Tate James blitz


The Vixen’s Lead
Tate James
(Kit Davenport, #1)
Publication date: September 19th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance

I want vengeance so badly that I can almost taste it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. So, I did what any privileged, adopted boarding school girl would do. I slapped on a secret identity and became an internationally renowned thief, known as The Fox. Nobody knows me. Nobody can catch me.

Or so I thought…

It turns out; I have what they want. Special abilities. And trust me, these abilities are coveted–and dangerous. Now, I don’t know who to trust or where to go. Peril lurks on every corner as I try to uncover my past and origin. Teaming up with unlikely allies may be my only chance at survival or my biggest mistake. Only time will tell.

I’m Kit Davenport and this is only the beginning.

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Author Bio:

Tate James was born and raised in the Land of the Long White Cloud (New Zealand) but now lives in Australia with her husband, baby and furbaby.

She is a lover of books, red wine, cats and coffee and is not a morning person. She is a bit too sarcastic and swears too much for polite society and definitely tells too many dirty jokes.

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NBtM: Lockdown by Samie Sands



Lockdown
by Samie Sands


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GENRE:   Horror/Sci Fi


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BLURB:


Leah Watton’s practical joke has spiralled way out of control—all to impress a crush…

With a prank online video, Leah hopes to catch the attention of Jake Colton, a cute, blond-haired, blue-eyed co-worker she’s had a crush on for months. But instead of sending it to Jake, she manages to forward the clip to her boss—who buys every gory second.

When mass panic ensues, Leah learns the video is more than a staged act…

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.

That’s where she first encounters one of the infected…

Aside from a contaminated woman devouring one of her co-workers, Leah has another problem. Does she do as she’s ordered and stay at work? Or should she disobey government orders and break free to reunite with her family?

She can’t go it alone—after all, Leah has none of the skills needed to survive—but with Michelle and Jake by her side, not even a contagious virus and a sea of the dead can keep her from…

Breaking out of the Lockdown…


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Excerpt Two:


He’s disgusting. I’ve never seen one this close before, heading towards me with such vigour. I’ve always done my best to avert my eyes from the infected, but now time seems to freeze as I can’t drag my gaze away. What I thought was him shuffling, was actually him dragging his broken, bloodied leg behind him. This wound is so deep I can see bone poking through. I can’t help but retch.


The bite on his shoulder is absolutely huge and rancid—all blackened from the infection. His arm is hanging down by his side, completely useless. He’ll never be able to move that again, no matter what happens. His face is also in a terrible state. His skin is a deep grey, much murkier than the others I’ve seen. He must have been infected for a very long time. The bags under his eyes droop incredibly low, causing his face to look deformed. The blood running down his skin, staining all his clothes, looks really old. Scratch marks cover his torso; he looks as if he’s been brutally beaten in some awful fight. I would never have thought someone could survive these injuries, they’re just so severe. People have died over much less, and yet here he is, still moving towards us, baring his teeth, ready and waiting to eat.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:



Samie Sands is the author of the AM13 Outbreak series – Lockdown, Forgotten, and Extinct. She’s also had a number of short stories published in very successful short story anthologies. To find out more about her and her work, check out her website at http://samiesands.com.


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Interview with Samie Sands 

  1. What is your favorite part of this book and why?

My favorite part of  Lockdown is actually the main character, Leah. Most of the zombie apocalypse books that I’ve read in the past feature very capable main characters. It made me wonder what would happen with an ordinary person trying to survive, someone without any particular talents to help her live through such horror. Leah is a normal, girl next door type without any skills to survive. Sometimes she's flawed and she doesn’t always make the right choice, but that makes her more realistic. Not everyone likes her, but I  no one can be liked by everyone!

  1. If you could spend time with a character from your book whom would it be? And what would you do during that day?

If I could spend time with anyone from the book it would be Leah’s best friend, Michelle. She’s fun loving, confident, and she has better instincts than Leah.

  1. If you could have been the author of any book ever written, which book would you choose?

Recently I read The Last Days Of Jack Sparks by Jason Arnopp and that was amazing. I would love to write something as clever and gripping as that. The main character is unlikable, but in a very charming way, and the plot is incredible.

  1. Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?

The characters aren’t necessarily based off anyone I know, but the traits of them are. I think about myself or the people in my life when I consider the way my characters react to certain things so hopefully the way that they behave is more believable, if not always the right decision.

  1. What made you want to become a writer?

With Lockdown, I wrote the book I wanted to read. I didn’t think about doing it professionally, I simply enjoyed doing it. I didn’t even think anything would come of it when I sent the manuscript off to get published but when it did it inspired me to write more. Now, I absolutely love it!
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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION


Samie Sands will be awarding a $10 Amazon or BN GC to one winner, and three additional winners will each receive a print copy of a book in the series.