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winnersCongrats to the Winners from my last release party, The Vampire from Hell Returns (Part 4).

Winners include Pua P., Kaye M., Amy F., Tina B., DeAnna K., Jen M., and Jaime B.. I’ll be following up with each today to send your prizes. Congrats everyone!!

Grand Prize Winner

Crystal M. will receive the Grand Prize which consists of Signed paperbacks by Ally Thomas, Catherine Wolffe, and Alexandra Anthony as well as paperbacks by CM Doporto, Kristen Middleton, CL Pardington, Sharon Hamilton as well as bookmarks and various swag! Plus an ebook by Julianne Snow! part4grandprize

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Extended through Oct. 31st, you can still enter to win all 3 paperbacks, Parts 1, 2, and 3 from my series, The Vampire from Hell. Click here to enter.

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Welcome to the Quarterly Blog Hop October Edition!  Over 18 Authors are featured in this hop with new book releases in this Quarter (August, September or October). I’m included in that group with my latest book, The Vampire from Hell Returns (Part 4).

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About The Vampire from Hell Returns (Part 4)

Blood of the gods has brought a new dimension to Rayea’s life as the vampire from Hell. In the fourth installment of the Vampire from Hell series, Rayea juggles her new responsibilities and starting a relationship with her best friend, Blick. Soon Rayea realizes her sordid past with her family may be catching up with her, and she’s going to have to deal with it once and for all. When two of her friends go missing, she knows she must begin a search to find them. And the first place she has to look? Hell.

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Excerpt from The Vampire from Hell Returns (Part 4)

“Smoothies.”  I smiled and secretly prayed the green smoothie was not for me because I instantly thought of the color of my father’s demon eyes when I saw it.  Green was not a favorite color of mine.

“Yes.”  He shoved the glass at me.

I stepped back for a moment as the liquid nearly sloshed out of the glass.

“That was a waste of fucking time.  Typhean is being such a prick!  J wants us to take a break to cool down.”

When I heard Blick’s curse word, I almost choked on my smoothie.  Blick did not swear…ever.  From that comment, I knew the situation was bad.  I swallowed the liquid quickly and thought, ‘Of course it’s bad.  I’m on my way home to Hell, and I bet I have to go alone.’  I remained quiet, watching him inhale the large glass of green whatever.  I paused for a moment, still staring up at him because he was so much taller than me.

His gold eyes flashed as he returned my gaze.  I wanted to reach out and grab his hand in mine, but I hesitated.  “You’ll have to change into something more battle-worthy if you have to go.  Can I talk to you while you do, back up at the house?”

“Sure,” I brightened, finishing off my red smoothie.  Not being able to taste any blood was wonderful.  That was Blick’s secret.  I loved how he made them where I couldn’t taste the metallic-ness.  My efforts didn’t produce the same results, so I stuck with blood tea.  For a brief second, I thought to ask whose blood I had drunk, but seeing how preoccupied Blick was, I let the question drop.  Instead, I went for the comedy relief angle.  “Always trying to get me out of my clothes, hmmm?” I purred.

As I reached out for his hand, he immediately pulled it away.  He clenched his jaw and a vein in his neck spasmed.  “This is work, Rayea.  We don’t have time for that.”  He yanked his fingers through his black hair with both hands.

Feeling defeated, I assumed the same professional manner with him.  “You bet.  My apologies.  What was I thinking?  I was making a joke to lighten the mood, Blick.  That’s all.  But hey, fuck me, okay.  I’m an idiot.  I get that.”

I stomped past him, feeling one of the laces on my sneakers loosen.  I made a big production about walking by him.  “Why don’t you stay here on the beach?  I can dress myself.”

Before I knew it, he pulled me into his arms.  His large height of seven-feet enveloped me and I came face to face with his muscular chest.  His white t-shirt glared in the sunlight.  Thank god, I can’t burn up to a crisp in this sunshine, I thought.  But if I did, Blick’s beautiful chest was the last thing I’d want to see.  Well almost the last thing, I laughed to myself.

I closed my eyes and let Blick hold me.  My mind and body instantly calmed.  I sank into his embrace.  No questions asked.  He didn’t say a word as he held me.  He simply rocked me slightly back and forth as he stroked my black hair.  I wanted to collapse into a pile of jelly on the beach before him.

I eased back from him some to give us a little bit of distance as his hands slowly traveled to rest on my waist.  I felt his touch tickle the small of my back as he laced his fingers in a couple of the belt loops on my blue jeans.  Must this end? I wondered.

“I’m sorry, Blick.  I know this is no laughing matter.  I’ve got to go.  I’ve got to save Lynn and Ashton if it’s not too late.  What did J tell you that I’m not supposed to know?”

“It’s your first mission.  It’s a test.  J said if you save your friends, the council will look favorably on that.  But he wants to explore more options.  He’s making some calls now.”

My eyes grew wide as I listened to him.  “We’re running out of time!”

He nodded.  “I know.  I know.  It’s such bullshit.  I’m so tired of the politics.  It’s J’s call.  How am I supposed to deny J’s wishes?”

I swallowed hard and let my head fall on his chest.  He was right.  After the near brain-melting exercise I had been in with J, I knew better than to disagree with him unless I had an extremely good reason for doing so.  I’d have to see this through on my own.  It would be too dangerous otherwise and I didn’t want any more of my friends getting hurt.

Blick continued to rub his hands through my hair, lazily, aimlessly.  It felt like it was an eternity before he spoke again and shattered our tense silence.

“I can’t go with you.  I’ve been instructed to stand down on this one.”

My body tightened and I broke our embrace, immediately sobering as reality reared its ugly head again.  I heard a light vibration sound and realized it was Blick’s phone.

He pulled his iPhone from his back pocket and stared at it.  His face reddened slightly.  He muttered a few expletives under his breath and my heart sank.

“Beelzebub contacted J and made a deal with him.  You’ll accompany Beelzebub to Hell…” He paused, fighting to control his growing rage as he violently stuffed his phone in the back pocket of his jeans.

“Blick,” I whispered.  This time I grabbed his hand, knowing he could very easily rip it off if he changed into his werewolf self in front of me.

“I’m okay,” he grunted and stepped away from me.  Crouching down, Blick rubbed his hands over the upper portion of his jeans.  Repeatedly he bent down, rubbed his hands over his jeans, and then stood up again.  He chewed his lips like he was waiting for a quarterback to hike a football.  Is that some new meditation pose? I wondered.

Suddenly he jerked up again and flung his hands out.  “You’ll accompany Beelzebub to Hell as his prisoner.  They agreed it’s the best way to get you in.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I began.  I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach and I was ready to vent to the gods and have a knock down drag out “Hell to No” conversation with Blick and anyone else who thought I was going back to Hell like some bound schmuck in restraints.  “No, no way.  No.  No.  No.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Blick was not trying to calm me down as I made a scene on the beach.  The odd position?  Anger management.  He was fighting to keep his own emotions in check.  Calmly he simply nodded now and then, glancing back at the deck occasionally.  But his gold eyes told a different story completely.

Having always protected me from any and every threat, Blick refused to put me in harm’s way.  He was beyond livid and he detested having to do as J said, especially when it came to my welfare.  Then it dawned on me.  My going to Hell would be harder on him than me.  If I didn’t agree with J and Beelzebub’s deal, I would have to come up with one of my own and freaking fast.

“Can you give me a second please?” I asked.

As Blick wrinkled his eyebrows at me, he asked, “What are you up to?”

“Just a second.”

“You’re not calling anyone.  Hand me your phone now.”  Blick knew me too well.

I produced my phone from my back pocket and placed it in his hands.  His tan was so lovely.  It made me wonder just how much of his body was or wasn’t tanned.  Momentarily, I thought of asking him if he had any tan lines, but I let the thought drift to the back of my skull.  Later, I surmised.  I can ask him that question and many others when this is all over.

I stepped away from Blick and faced the water.  I knew he was still close enough in proximity that I could reach for him if necessary.  I used every ounce of vampire speed I had to think of a million scenarios.  I felt the blood from the smoothie race through my veins.  Images flashed before my eyes as I let the possibilities play out in my head like I was playing a hundred chess games at once.  It was a trick I had learned while patiently indulging Typhean in the few firepowers he showed me.  His imagination was weak at best.  He wasn’t the strong blood god he pretended to be.

I had my own deal with Beelzebub and I was going to hold up my end of the bargain even if he didn’t.  Getting Lynn and Ashton free was my top priority.  Beelzebub could have control of Hell then.  My safety was secondary.  I didn’t want to tell Blick that, but it looked like I was going to have to make a deal with the devil, in this case my sister, if I was going to get my friends out of Hell.  She wanted me.  She didn’t want them.

Letting the images go and disconnecting from the telepathy channel I had tapped into helped me relax.  This time it had been rather easy and I wondered if the red smoothie had anything to do with it.

Then quite suddenly a face assaulted my mind’s eye.  The creature’s green eyes glowed at me in the dark.  He shouted a few times in my direction, but I realized he wasn’t talking to me.  Who was he yelling at?

“Where is she?  Is she with him?  Tell me, human!  Is she?  My daughter should be at my side, not his,” he roared.

“Lynn!” I screamed.

I came to as I saw Blick jolt up from a resting place on the sand.  He tried to grab me by my elbows so I wouldn’t fall, but I fell anyways.  The brief moments of seeing Father again even through my mind’s eye evaporated my strength.  I could not focus on that.  My friends were in danger.

“Rayea, Rayea, are you okay?  What?  What is it?”

“Where’s J?  Where is he?  We have to tell him.  Blick, it’s Lynn.  Father has her.  He’s alive.  Father’s alive and he’s looking for me!  We have to do something!  We have to get them out of there!  He’s going to kill them!”

Before I could regain my energy and stand, a searing hot pain crossed over my back like it was on fire.  Shrieking, I fell to the ground.  “Blick, Blick,” I gasped.

He dropped my iPhone in the sand and reached out for me, falling to the ground in front of me.

I couldn’t move.  My body pressed into the sand as if a massive animal had its foot on my back.  I pulled my face up so I could see Blick.

He stared at me.  The look of horror on his handsome face scared me more than I wanted to admit.  The pain ripping across my back did little to console me.  I knew I was in trouble.  This would be the end of me.  Blick’s hand found mine when I heard Typhean’s voice, hissing through my head.  He laced his fingers around mine and squeezed.

Typhean had entered my body again in the form of the dragon tattoo I had on my back.  The pain raging across my shoulders increased.  His voice was the only thought I could hear in my head.  I saw Blick before me.  I saw his lips move, but I couldn’t hear him.  I saw his hand wrapped around mine, but I couldn’t feel his touch.  It was like I was sealed off into a dark place with just Typhean by my side, even though Typhean was not visibly there with me.  Only Blick was there.

The time is at hand, my lady,” Typhean said telepathically.  The dragon tattoo that represented his body on my back pressed tighter against me.  I struggled to keep my head up.  I didn’t want to take my eyes off Blick.  I wanted to understand what he was trying to tell me.  His lips moved, but I couldn’t decipher the words.

“We must be on our way.  Your father is calling for you and he has reclaimed his throne in Hell.  He wants his daughters at his side.  We mustn’t be late for the party.

“Blick,” I screamed when I heard Typhean speak to me again.

The last thing I remembered was gripping Blick’s strong hand in mine.  I was sprawled out on the beach, trying to speak to Blick’s mind, but I couldn’t.  Darkness overwhelmed me and Blick’s face, the sand, the beach, everything vanished.  I felt like I was falling.

Then I felt a soft kiss Blick commonly placed on my nose touch me in the darkness.  His signature kiss.  I heard his words swirl around me, like his tender touch on my shoulder from before.  “That smoothie you drank.  It contained my blood.

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Free ebook! Start the Vampire from Hell for free. Download “The Vampire from Hell: The Beginning (Part 1)“ The Part 1 ebook actually includes Part 1 and Part 2 – A Vampire Among Angels.

About the Vampire from Hell: The Beginning (Part 1)

According to Rayea, the oldest daughter of Satan, the origin of vampires started in Hell, and it started with her. Here’s her story about how it all began. Rayea isn’t daddy’s little girl, even if he is the most powerful fallen angel around. He wants her to take an active role in the family business. But she’s not interested in his schemes for world domination. Instead she wants to spend her time shopping on the Internet, rescuing humans from a horrific eternity, and practicing martial arts with her seven foot hellhound. Then one day everything changes.

About the Vampire from Hell: A Vampire Among Angels (Part 2)

In the second part of her story, Rayea visits the House of G where she hopes for a new beginning among Blick’s angelic friends, only to discover a vampire from Hell is not welcomed.

About the Author

Ally Thomas loves writing fantasy and paranormal books for that showcase vampires, werewolves, zombies, witches, and any furry monsters who go bump in the night. Her paranormal fantasy series, The Vampire from Hell has been on the Top 100 Amazon bestsellers list in Fantasy since its release in 2011.

***The Vampire from Hell series***

The Vampire from Hell (Part 1) – The Beginning (Free)

The Vampire from Hell (Part 2) – A Vampire among Angels (Free)

The Vampire from Hell (Part 3) – A Vampire on Vacation

The Vampire from Hell (Part 4) – The Vampire from Hell Returns (Now Available)

The Vampire from Hell (Part 5) – Blood of the Gods (In Progress)

Visit her online at www.allythomas.com/.

Medium_P4BlogTourWith promoting The Vampire from Hell (Part 4), I’m spending all week visiting a few of my Indie Author friends’ blogs so let the blog hopping begin 😀

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***The Vampire from Hell series includes***

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The Vampire from Hell (Part 2) – A Vampire among Angels (Free)

The Vampire from Hell (Part 3) – A Vampire on Vacation

The Vampire from Hell (Part 4) – The Vampire from Hell Returns (Now Available)

The Vampire from Hell (Part 5) – Blood of the Gods (In Progress)

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According to Rayea, the oldest daughter of Satan, the origin of vampires started in Hell, and it started with her. Here’s her story about how it all began. Rayea isn’t daddy’s little girl, even if he is the most powerful fallen angel around. He wants her to take an active role in the family business. But she’s not interested in his schemes for world domination. Instead she wants to spend her time shopping on the Internet, rescuing humans from a horrific eternity, and practicing martial arts with her seven foot hellhound. Then one day everything changes.

 

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You’ll have a chance to win Signed paperbacks by Ally Thomas, Catherine Wolffe, and Alexandra Anthony as well as paperbacks and swag by CM Doporto, Kristen Middleton, CL Pardington, Sharon Hamilton as well as bookmarks and various swag! Plus an ebook by Julianne Snow! (US Only). International winner will receive ebooks from all these authors, plus a $10 Amazon gift card instead.

Welcome to the Halloween Blog Hop!  It’s the fourth week! Since The Vampire from Hell Returns (Part 4) released this week, I’m giving away two Kindle ebooks to two winners today!

How Do I Enter? – THE HALLOWEEN BLOG HOP/GIVEAWAY CLOSED 10/26

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Excerpt from The Vampire from Hell Returns (Part 4)

If I could count the times I have woken up tied to a chair, I’d be a millionaire by now.  That’s where I found myself when I heard the voice of Stephanie, my demon sister.
“Welcome to Hell! We’re having a party in your honor, and you’re sleeping through it,
sssister,” she hissed.
I felt a blow blast across the right side of my head.  A hit delivered by someone I couldn’t see.  A blow for my sister’s amusement.

“What a lovely welcome home, dear sister!” I said sarcastically as I raised my head.It was on now. I smacked my mouth open wide, cranking my neck upwards as I extended my fangs.  The freakier I could look, the better, I thought.  When I surged my head upwards, a sharp pain sliced into my neck.  Something restrained me.  My fangs flipped inwardly and retreated to their hiding spot in the roof of my mouth. I tasted my own blood, and I had not bitten my tongue.  This could be bad, I thought.

“I’d be careful if I were you, sissy,” Stephanie said.  “That collar has spikes going into your neck.  The more you move, the more Typhean there will turn the corkscrew that holds the collar together.  The spikes are drilling into your neck.  If you jump suddenly, it’ll rip your head off, and then where will you be? One dead vampire.”
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Part 4’s Release Party – 10/20

Brought to you by Chelsea Author Promotions, we’ll be celebrating the relaunch of my series with The Vampire from Hell Returns (Part 4) on October 20th (6 pm to 10 pm Eastern time). Click here to join.

The party starts online at 6 pm (Eastern time) and lasts until 10 pm. At the beginning of the party, Chelsea will share information about the Grand Prize you can enter to win. I’ll be adding a signed paperback copy of “The Vampire from Hell Revamped (1st Anniversary Edition)” and several of my author friends will be donating swag/paperbacks from their collection of books. They are Alexandra AnthonyCatherine WolffeSharon HamiltonTrina M. LeeKristen MiddletonCL PardingtonJulianne Snow, and CM Doporto. (Click their name to view their Amazon Author page.) Special thanks to them all!

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Julianne Snow is my featured author this week on my blog. (Also read “Meet Guest Author Mia Darien and Get Cameron’s Law for Free”.)

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I met Julianne through our love for zombies, not vampires. Julianne has a story entitled The Treehouse which is in the newly released Darlings of Decay zombie anthology. Julianne’s story is available for download in Darlings of Decay for Free at Smashwords.

I asked her to share with our readers more about why she wrote this story. Read more below.

The Treehouse: An Inspiration

Julianne Snow

 When the chance to be a part of Darlings of Decay came up, I jumped at the chance. What a great opportunity to collaborate with just women who all write in the Zombie genre. Once my acceptance of the opportunity was solidified, I had to decide what I was going to include.

I knew that I was going to submit an excerpt from my first novel Days with the Undead: Book One – that was the easy part. But what else could I include to potentially seduce new fans? Then it hit me: The Treehouse.

In 2012, a good friend who happens to be a big fan of mine and an avid blogger was running a week of Zombie fun for her readers and she asked me to contribute something. Naturally being the Zombie fan that I am, I said yes.

The Treehouse came out an idea I had during a dream. The dream itself centred on the question: who is better equipped to survive a Zombie apocalypse? As I already had a series that dealt with adults, I wanted to take a moment and focus on a group of children.

The story itself jumps right into the action and chronicles one specific moment of potential escape. I won’t spoil the story and tell you if they made it or not, but I will reveal that no characters are safe in anything I write. The reason for that lies in the fact that survival, especially when faced with hordes of the Undead, is going to come down to one’s resourcefulness and the will to persevere. Those two characteristics can be inherent in anyone, young or old. Heck, sometimes the ones you never thought would make it, do. But then, that can always come down to dumb luck as well…

So I hope you enjoy The Treehouse. It’s a short story that I am still drawn to and you never know when I may write more in the saga.

And here’s a little excerpt to tease you into reading the rest!

Excerpt from The Treehouse

It walked with a sickening limp. The accompanying noise was akin to the grinding of teeth, only louder. Much louder. It was a sound that reverberated inside your head, warning you of its imminent appearance.

A voice snaked out of the darkness at me. “It’s comin’ this way!”

It was Billy. Stupid Billy.

“Shhhh! It’s gonna hear you!”

The response was barely above a whisper. Too quiet for poor Billy to hear and likely too intelligent for him to understand.

The grinding noise seemed to get closer. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it. Everything about it was frightening. The slack, waxen face. The left eye drooping out of the socket and laying half eaten on the discoloured flesh of its cheek. The gore pocked clothing relaying the message that it had eaten – recently. The worst sight was its left leg; the skin had been flayed off of most of the lower half and one of the bones was broken. The sound that we were hearing was the scraping of the ends together as it limped awkwardly in our direction.

We didn’t have the best hiding spot but sometimes you have to make do with what is around when you’re on the move. Technically we were just on the opposite side of a large planked fence, but the fence was broken. It looked like a herd of elephants came through a section just a few feet down from us, but we knew what it really happened…

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I’d like to thank Julianne for being on my blog this week. She graciously provided me with 2 articles to share with you guys. I’ve had a blast reading her posts. I hope you have too. Be sure to read her earlier article, Julianne Snow and Days with the Undead.~ally

About the Author

Julianne SnowAs the only girl growing up in a family with four children in the Canadian countryside, Julianne Snow needed some form of escape. Her choice was the imaginations of others which only fostered the vibrancy of her own. A voracious reader by the age of 7, she tackled the classics along with many others while her friends were reading Pascal’s Sweet Valley High series or Stine’s Goosebumps books. She devoured King, Koontz, Christopher Pike, Robin Cook, and Marion Zimmer Bradley along with many more.

Her literary loves have expanded to include the works of Ariana Franklin, James Rollins, Gregoire Maguire, Jonathan Mayberry, Jeffrey Deaver, Diana Gabaldon, and Kathy Reichs along with the myriad of talented independently published authors she has discovered and in some cases, befriended. The horror and forensic/crime thriller genres top her list of favorites, but she can never turn down a good science fiction, fantasy or mystery read. Julianne’s first full-length foray into the publishing realm follows a group of friends as they attempt to survive their Days with the Undead.

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http://dayswiththeundead.com

http://theflipsideofjulianne.wordpress.com

http://www.amazon.com/Julianne-Snow/e/B007WH0MN4/

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Today’s featured author is Julianne Snow who writes the series, Days with the Undead.

As the only girl growing up in a family with four children in the Canadian countryside, Julianne Snow needed some form of escape. Her choice was the imaginations of others which only fostered the vibrancy of her own. A voracious reader by the age of 7, she tackled the classics along with many others while her friends were reading Pascal’s Sweet Valley High series or Stine’s Goosebumps books. She devoured King, Koontz, Christopher Pike, Robin Cook, and Marion Zimmer Bradley along with many more.

Her literary loves have expanded to include the works of Ariana Franklin, James Rollins, Gregoire Maguire, Jonathan Mayberry, Jeffrey Deaver, Diana Gabaldon, and Kathy Reichs along with the myriad of talented independently published authors she has discovered and in some cases, befriended. The horror and forensic/crime thriller genres top her list of favorites, but she can never turn down a good science fiction, fantasy or mystery read. Julianne’s first full-length foray into the publishing realm follows a group of friends as they attempt to survive their Days with the Undead.

I sat down with her a few days ago for this interview. Read more below and be sure to read the excerpt as well!

What is your book about and what genre are you writing in?

The Days with the Undead series follows a group of part-time survivalists as they flee the epicenter of the Zombie Apocalypse. It follows them day by day as the main character updates what is left of the world to anyone out there who may be listening.

Do you have a specific writing style or approach to writing your books?

Each time I sit down to write something I approach the process in a different way. I mainly a pantser but each story has a different way of being told to best convey its message that my mindset has to be in the right space to tell that story.

How did you come up with the title?

Days with the Undead was a fairly simple title – at least in my own mind. The chapters are days and it’s a story centered around a Zombie Apocalypse. 

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

That fighting for survival is the only answer.

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

I consider all of the authors who I read as mentors. They teach me about the different facets of writing, both good and bad. Some of my favourite authors include L. Frank Baum, James Rollins, Robin Cook, David Wellington, and Marion Zimmer Bradley.

What are your current projects?

At the moment I’m finishing up the sequel to Days with the Undead: Book One and working on Book Three. I’m also working on three collaborative projects with different authors. Fun times!

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book or how you wrote it?

No. There are those that find the format hard to read because there is no defined dialogue. That’s mainly because the entire book is dialogue. It’s a narrative told directly to the reader and it can sink itself deep into your brain and really affect the way you think about things.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I’ve always been a storyteller. Writing those stories down is just an extension of a large part of my personality. I lost my focus for a few years but was relieved to find it again in 2011.

What is something people would be surprised to know about you?

I have degrees in forensics and fire investigations and I hold the international designation of CFEI – Certified Fire and Explosion Investigator.

What’s your favorite line from any movie or song? Can you quote it for us?

I have two:

You take such pretty photos when will you be worth of your good side? ~ Monkey Bush

They’re coming to get you, Barbara ~ Night of the Living Dead

If you were attending a Halloween party, what would your costume be and why?

This may come as a shock, but one of my favorite costumes as I was growing up was a red M&M. So easy to do and you know what they say about M&Ms…

What’s your favorite love story? (movie or book)

In both cases it’s The Princess Bride by William Goldman. It has action & adventure intertwined with romance and completely memorable characters!

When do you like to write, morning or at night?

I write whenever I get a free moment. I find that most of my larger stretches of time are at night, but the morning can work just as well.

EXCERPT from Days with the Undead: Book One: 

Day 3…

It was a close call today. We’ve been travelling west, trying to get in front of and then outrun the Undead for almost two days now. Trying to stay off the roads but keeping close enough to use them if the need arose was getting more and more difficult. And then the inevitable happened.

We came across a horde of the Undead just mulling – well, not even mulling – just standing in a clearing early this morning. As far from them as we were and as silent as we were being, something or someone in our group caught their global attention and the collective of milky white eyes that turned in our direction was positively bone-chilling.

As we stared dumbstruck in horror, drawn to the sight as one becomes to a horrific accident, we soon realized that we would need to move. Our frozen tableau continued though, even as the ballerina-like synchronicity of decomposing limbs turned and started to move in our direction. Our ridged limbs not comprehending the commands to take flight from our terrified minds.

I don’t remember quite when we started to run or what broke the reverie we were all experiencing. I just know that we ran and were thankful that we had a path to travel. The Undead are unconcerned with such things, and the thick foliage and uneven ground would help to slow them down.

Our escape was narrow but our lesson important – never stop to stare.

The truly scary thing about the Undead – besides of course the fact that they are what they are – is their unwavering ability to pursue you. They don’t get tired, they don’t stop to rest and the only thing that stops them is a swift second death.

The trouble with trying to put them all down is that fairly soon you can end up being overrun by their masses, or too tired to fight the ones in front of you. All you can do is keep moving and hope that something catches their attention to divert their ravenous intentions.

To be perfectly honest we had assumed that we had left most of the Undead behind us in Toronto and the surrounding Greater Toronto Area. In the past few days however it’s become increasingly apparent that anyone fleeing the city and suburbs has spread things farther afield than we had dared to anticipate.

Stupid, I know; in any situation one should always prepare for the worst possible outcome, it has the tendency to keep you alive. Planning for the worst or in fact planning for any contingency has a way of keeping you on your toes.

Unfortunately we were all still a little shell-shocked; shocked that the world appeared to be disintegrating behind us. While we had tried our best to prepare for this possible yet improbable eventuality, it was still something that none of us had actually thought would happen. The events of the past one and a half days have left us all a little frazzled, lost, and feeling alone even though we are in the physical sense together.

Putting some distance between us and the horde from the field felt good. In an instant that feeling was robbed from us as we came to the crest of a steep ridge. We were now face to decomposing face with a group of our Undead pursuers. The surprise elicited a shocked, scared little cry from Barbara, one of our group, but it was quickly squashed as we reacted. And there wasn’t much time to do anything but react; our primal, instinctual selves took over.

The sound of the first shot ricocheted off the surrounding foliage in the relative silence of the early morning. Before my eyes the pimpled face of what was once an adolescent boy exploded, shards of bone along with infected brain tissue flying out like they were searching for their next victim even in death. I quickly turned my face, hoping to shield it from the spray of grey matter and connective tissues. Thank heavens I was just out of splatter range as the Undead kept coming at us in what felt like increasing numbers.

In all truthfulness there were only twenty-five to thirty of them and they were spaced out and slow-moving. Unwittingly, they had made themselves easy targets; having to come up the opposite side of the ridge made our task of their death relatively uncomplicated.

We each had our own firearms along with other back-up weapons in the event that a gun jammed on us. It was moments like those that I appreciated the fact that my husband had been so meticulous when teaching me to shoot. I could hit both stationary and moving targets at a number of distances. That knowledge made me feel somewhat safe and comfortable in what I had to do. I don’t know how each the others felt in that moment but I could read the resilience in their faces.

Given our knowledge and perseverance, we made it through that encounter and plan to make it though many more to come. Survival is what we have chosen and we are all geared to success.

You have to be.

This is a fight to the death and none of us want to think of the consequences of what death will mean for us. I know that each and every one of us would rather die than become one of them. Of that I’m one hundred percent certain.

It only took us a few minutes to quickly dispatch all of the Undead coming up the hill at us. They came at us in all shapes and sizes. Most of them were still fully intact and had barely started to decompose. It’s only been three days since this all started and what I would have expected to see as a pathologist was normal; some bloating and a little skin slippage, even some discoloration of the skin. Their faces were all slack and carried the expression of vacancy.

It made it easier to kill them if you happened to look at their faces. You knew that there was nothing left of the human soul that once thrived inside the shell.

Julianne SnowI tried not to make eye contact with any of them. It was unnerving to catch a glimpse of the dead eyes. Eyes that had likely once held such promise. Now they were just limpid milky pools of emptiness. Stare too long and you can get lost…

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About Days with the Undead

It’s a journal of survival.

Five people set out to escape the growing tide of the Undead after they arose too close to home. Immerse yourself in the emotional and physical struggle as you join our survivors on the third day after the re-awakening of Brooks VanReit, as they are recorded from the point of view of Julie, a former pathologist and part-time survivalist. Each entry is geared toward helping those who want to help themselves and maybe give a few that don’t a swift kick in the ass.

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