Think up alternative lyrics for a song - a line or two will do - and give it a zombie slant.
Example - "I ate the braaaaains, down in Africa..."
Courtesy of Willsin Rowe who has extremely bad taste!
Post in the comments and I'll track down whoever the random number generator picks and give you a copy of Lust Plague, my latest erotic romance with yes, zombieeeeeees in the plot.
But in case you are concerned about the love lives of the zombies, don't be, they are NOT the hero or heroine. My zombies are pure unadulterated cannon fodder.
Link to a sample of Lust Plague on here.
If you're stuck, throw me a zombie joke. I promise not to throw you to the zombies out the back, unless it is a very very bad joke.
Oh, and here is the blurb and publisher's warning on Lust Plague. Read it! To make sure it is for you.
This is an erotic story and only for adults!
Saving the world should be easier.
When airship captain Kaysana meets Sten, the last thing she wants to do is have mad rough sex with him while bound by ropes and clamps but fate pencils in their appointment. The lust plague strikes. From her infected crew, zombies arise.
With her ship gone, she must rely on Sten, a human clone, a man who has fought all his life to master himself. She despises his kind and detests Sten’s growing hold on her. Though he never takes no for an answer, surely it’s the plague that makes yes slip from her tongue like melted butter? Or should she blame her own traitorous heart?
Hordes of slavering zombies await them. Sten and Kaysana unlimber weapons, don goggles, and set a course for the origin of the plague. Yet their victory will be hollow if they cannot also solve the puzzle of their hearts.
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: anal play/intercourse, BDSM theme and elements, exhibitionism, spanking, strong violence.