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The winner of my ebook Lust Plague is Mineliz, from the Sinful Sirens Blog Hop.
I sent an email to you, Mineliz, so look in your inbox!
See how tasteful my winner pic is? I was tempted to use the one below since Lust Plague has zombies, but I was kind and didn't. Aren't I good?
Okay , here is my latest, and maybe my first, contest on here.
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.
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Only one day to go and Lust Plague will be here. To resist the Zombie F virogen bend over, stick that butt in the air and take it like a woman! It's never too late to get something sharp and nasty stuck in a naughty part of your anatomy. Or something blunt and not so nasty for those in the mood.
There's no guarantee this inoculation will work so be prepared. Load up your zombie blasting shotguns, sharpen your teeth, and keep a close eye on your neighbor. At the first sign of a shambling walk, slurred talk or a tendency to want to get down and dirty with someone of the opposite sex...RUN!
Yes, in the early stages of the Zombie F plague in my steampunk world, the zombies do get an urge or two. But, hold onto your airships, this is not the story of the zombies.
This is the story of two zombie-killers extraordinaire, Sten and Kaysana. Never have two heroes worn goggles so well. With the aid of a steampunk mechanical contraption or two, oodles of ingenuity, and a wolf called Cadrach, they aim to eliminate the source of the plague.
Do zombies get massacred in a gory undead way? Yes!
Do Sten and Kaysana succumb to fleshly urges, lose all willpower and have sex in some most peculiar places whilst utilizing leather, the hood ornament of a steam-powered cycle, a pussy cat costume and maybe even a pond full of koi? Who knows! But it sounds good to me.
Go get my book at Loose Id March 27th. And while you're there, stick your butt in the air and maybe they'll give you a free injection of something bright red that hopefully will stop you turning into a zombie. Ab-sol-lutely NO guarantees available. It's probably red cordial. But Lust Plague the book is guaranteed to blow your socks off.
Link to sample of Lust Plague
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Lust Plague is coming. Out March 27th from Loose Id
And dust off your zombie exterminating shotgun too.
So here's my latest six sentences. From my steampunk zombie extravaganza, that's also a BDSM romance.
Sten has been having words with Kaysana and has decided to end the argument by grabbing her hair and kissing her...
When he stopped, she found her chest heaving, and her snappy answers had fled. His hand moved lightly down to her neck. Little creases appeared at the corners of his eyes like he’d found something amusing.
“Much better. Maybe I should remember this way of closing your mouth. More fun than a gag.”
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Lust Plague - HANG onto YOUR goggles!!
The zombs are coming, and Sten is coming too, with shotgun in one hand and Kaysana in the other. Here's my six sentences from my steampunk lust-laden zombie extravaganza.
They’d just had sex while a shipload of people up there were turning into zombies and he’d tied her up.
“I think we went a bit nuts.”
“Ya don’t say.” She licked her lips, kept her eyes shut. The even tone radiated calmness. “Now can you untie me?"
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Note to my readers - this is not the final edited version and I tweaked it a little to make a more sensible excerpt.
He made himself not look at the bodies and the pool of blood on the rooftop behind Kaysana. Keep your shit focused. Zone them out. Zen, man, zen. Took him a few hard seconds but he managed. He had to. Their lives depended on this diversion, on it giving Holly time to find a vehicle. The difficult bit was keeping Kaysana in a mental space where she forgot.
“Last time we kissed those zombies zeroed in on us like flies to honey.” Or flies to blood.
She didn’t answer. At the touch of his hand on her shoulder, she sighed. Quivering with need already? Her smart, thinking side was clearly a long way away. He spread his fingers on her warm skin and smiled.
If not for the effects of the lust plague this ploy would never have worked. The pesky mob of zombs waiting below to rip them apart weren’t exactly love potion ingredients.
Sten pressed his palm on her nape, made her kneel, turned the leash around and around his fist until his knuckles brushed the angle of her throat and jaw. He bent down, staring at her. Her eyes went all gooey, the pupils dilating, gorgeous -- if he could’ve bottled that he would’ve.
“Let’s kiss,” he murmured.
The feel of her soft lips under his near unhinged him. Their hot breaths mingled as he explored her mouth. At first passive, then she struggled a little and tried to pull away. His hands at her neck and throat held her to him. “No,” he whispered, licking the corner of her mouth. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”
Then he crushed her resistance, shoving his tongue between her lips, taking over her mouth with his while his fingers sought a hold in her hair. He turned his hand to screw those fingers into the roots, wrapping hair about each finger -- harder, tighter. When she gasped and her mouth fell open he knew he had her. He kept at her. Not until she moaned uncontrollably into his mouth did he let up, and slowly lift away.
Her eyes were shut. Her mouth was open still, air sucking in and out with little wanting gasps.
“Beautiful.” Still holding her head, he glanced over the side. Six or ten Raised Men were down there, walking about, staring up, growling, some of them backing up to see better. Not enough. He needed to crank up the effect to attract the rest. He studied Kaysana. “What are we lacking?” Her eyelids fluttered open. Such promise in those eyes. As if she expected and needed more.
“The fantasy needs to be stronger. Yes?” But she didn’t, or couldn’t answer. He’d left her lost inside her thoughts. “Let’s try something better, hotter. Trial and error.” He smiled down at her then let go of the leash and traced her lower lip with his fingers.
Gravity and the curves of her body showed his hand the way to the silky skin of her neck. He hooked his fingers under the neckline of the top and pulled it down one shoulder, then the other, making the top slide. He scooped each breast free from the top, then went down on one knee and paid homage to each nipple -- licking and sucking them until the tips hardened.
By then she had a hand wrapped around his wrist.
“No.” Yet she shivered. Her chest heaved enough that her nipple pushed in and out of his mouth. One last bite at her nipple and he straightened, grinning at the squeak he’d elicited.
“No?” He pried her hand loose, took both her wrists to her back. That alone made Kaysana arch toward him. “That’s my girl. Your mouth says no but your body says yes.”
From the sounds below, the crowd of Raised Men grew. He narrowed his eyes. It was working. With one hand clamping her wrists at the small of her back, he let the leash dangle down her front so it tapped against her mound, then reached around her buttocks and between her legs to pull the leash through her legs. A few loops about her wrists and a quick knot. There. Bound nice and firm.
The way she sank her teeth into her lip and swayed, told him she liked this. He let his hand follow the leather of the leash, across belly and all the way down to where it split her labia and sank up into her slit. Moisture leaked around the leather onto his fingers. As if he had forever to do this, he travelled his fingers up and over her little engorged clit then back along her slit to her anus, watching her reaction -- every whimper and moan and quiver.
“You’re so fucking wet already. I’d like to sit here all day teasing this clit.” He gave it a few taps and trapped it between his fingers, watched her eyelids drift half-shut and her tongue emerge between those plump lips. Kaysana made a small sound halfway between a whimper and a moan.
From the sounds, men were scrambling up the building. Five cartridges left in the shotgun at his feet. He prayed that’d be enough. Those below didn’t seem clever enough to climb well. Lucky, damn lucky, their brains were in short supply.
She so tempted him. He moved in, let his tongue find the way around the whorl of her ear, and whispered, “If I finger fuck you, do you think half the city’ll arrive?”
She blinked, swallowed, shut her eyes entirely.
“I’d like to take you here, fuck you on the roof, in front of the world.” He cupped her chin.
The whole body shudder that ran through her, rocking her chin in his hand, sent crazy signals to his groin. His balls tightened.
He turned the shotgun so the trigger was close, and resumed the kiss. His fingers went back on her clit, his thumb rocking and squeezing to bring her off. The suck and pull of his lips on hers echoed what he did below. She moaned, then her body tensed as she climaxed. He moved her so her mouth rested on his shoulder.
Damn. Fascinated he watched her every reaction as her torso undulated in waves. He thrust a finger in deeper while his thumb stayed on her clit. She bit him, screaming quietly at the back of her throat, her groin pumping onto his hand. Then she crumpled, her forehead slipping down the front of his chest.
As if he’d had been catapulted onto the roof, a man appeared -- arms outstretched, eyes alight with orange fire, his rot-blackened hands reached…then Sten’s shotgun blew him away. Blood misted the air. He screamed, spun out into mid-air, and fell.
Snick snick. The shotgun’s barrel rotated, loaded a round.
Lust Plague release date from Loose Id - March 27th.
I got this a while ago but have been on a bit of a beach holiday so here it is in delayed action.
My release date for Lust plague is the 27th of March. And here, to celebrate, is a snippet. For the zombie lovers.
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The steam cycle grumbled slowly down the street, weaving in a wide arc around the zombie, who tangled his feet and fell.
A dead donkey lay on its side with a small cart still strapped to it by a harness. They swerved left at the end of the street and into a narrower one. A swarm of zombies hobbled toward them -- footpath to footpath, an almost unbroken line.
“Hang on!” Sten accelerated, the front wheel lifted, then thumped down, stirring up swirling dust. Engine screaming they headed for the far right of the zombie pack. With Sten's arms either side, Kaysana could only grip a fistful of the trouser fabric over his thighs and do exactly what he'd said -- hang on tight.
A gun would be nice. Shooting something would be even better.
Arms, black fingers, stretched toward them, heads turned, the growling and moans penetrated the cycle's glass and metal. Dead eyes swiveled and tracked them. Nothing seemed to register to the zombies except them -- pumping, breathing, living bodies. The gap ahead narrowed between footpath and a brown building wall. With a teeth-cracking thud the cycle mounted the footpath. A zombie appeared, clawed at the glass, went under the wheel, shrieking.
The cycle bumped, slewed and tilted, then rumbled over the top. Blackened blood splatted the windscreen, lower left. They zoomed through the thinning crowd of undead. The street ahead was bare. The cries dissipated. The blood dribbled down, tendrils spreading sideways with the buffeting of air like a spider web spun of darkness.
This is the first novel I’ve completed since I had my first book, Three Days of Dominance published back in June this year. Luckily I had two other stories already done by then, one of which, Rough Surrender, has a late release in April 2012, so my big hiccup in writing hasn’t been as awful as it might have been.
Some of you may already know how much being plunged into the maelstrom (love that word) of promo has spun me around. Just plain having people to talk to about my writing and (BIG ‘and’) having reviews and sales info out there to stare at has become addictive. To succeed at writing in any genre you have to get books out there.
Since it only took me six weeks to write Iron Dominance, a book I’m very proud of, it has been quite odd to have taken something like five months to get this one done. I’m now happy with a story that started out as one I had to do to shake off the ‘fear of failure’ bug.
I decided this one, Lust Plague, would be as fun as I could make it. I’ve used my pre-existing steampunk world from Iron Dominance with all those airships and wonderful weaponry and mechanical contraptions. I threw in a plot where a tear in reality allowed a foreign god to leak in and aimed at an ending with a sacrificial virgin (well, a recent virgin anyway) and a stone beast with a double phallus for some strange and slightly ghastly action.
Hmmm. *crumples up paper and tosses it* The gods idea totally screwed up the story and made it just awful to write. Too much room to play in for me and it changed my steampunk setting in some icky cringeworthy way.
The ending with the big sacrifice where the hero saves the lady…wrong also. For the strong, independent and heroic woman I chose for this story, Kaysana, that ending just never let her DO anything. *tosses more crumpled paper*
Zombies came into my head and wouldn’t leave. Not sure why. Maybe Amber Green gave me the idea as she’s doing a lesbian zombie series with other authors. The subconscious is a funny thing. I can’t recall where the idea came from. But it stayed. It gnawed on my toes and maybe my brain until I gave in.
I promptly let them eat one of my old characters and he became a wolf called Cadrach with less speaking (OK none) and way more purpose. Plus now you can pat him if you make friends first. The zombies gave me a new ending and let me truly create a romance. I found out I like blowing away zombies in an over the top steampunk way. The final pages are littered with smoking zombie corpses. Though the smoke does clear after a bit so Sten and Kaysana can sit down and sort out if they love each other.
So…I ended up with what is now a story I like. It’s fun, sexy and has loads of action. Loads of dominance and submission with some bondage, though not as creatively unusual as in Iron Dominance -- after all Sten and Kaysana are dodging zombies. Running and shooting cramps anyone’s bondage style, even when you’re as unstoppable and laidback as Sten.
I call this my lust-laden zombie-killing extravaganza. Here’s a little peek at the action.
I’m popping my Six Sentence Sunday cherry tomorrow too. Time to get this blog on the road.
Snippet from Lust Plague
Sten stepped close then went around her, checking the ropes, feeling up and down her limbs, undoing and slipping off the goggles, taking it slow when some of her hair caught in the strap.
He went behind her. His hand, warm and calloused and big, settled around her throat. The fingers almost touched. She swallowed, felt how close he gripped her, and shuddered. Heat rolled through her body.
“Yes,” he murmured, speaking an inch from her ear. “I’ve got you now. Gods, you tempt me.” His body moved in close. Cloth whispered as his shirt brushed against her bustier. Her butt was naked though and only his trousers separated her skin from his, and her bottom from the length of his cock nestling between her cheeks.
Her breaths turned ragged. Why am I reacting like this? The answers escaped her, fluttering away like moths in the wind.
“I hear you, Kaysana.” His tongue licked across her ear lobe, light, ephemeral. A frisson skittered down to her stomach.
Anger squirmed into being, twisted like a knife -- that her own self, her own body, betrayed her. She steadied, sucked in a tremulous breath.
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Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness, depending on her moods and the amount of time she's spent staring into the night.
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