Currently, I'm procrastinating. I'm in promotional burnout and I've just barely begun. Living Dead Girl is almost a week old (Ha). I find myself wondering how to spread the word without being an annoying pain in the ass. And then I worry...what if I'm reaching to the wrong audience? What is the right audience? Because this story doesn't really fit the mold of any one genre. There are paranormal elements, but they don't happen right away. There's romance, but it's not really HEA. In a nutshell, it's an adult coming of age (and dying) story...with a zombie. Heh. File this under: author paranoia :)
On that note...how about a brief excerpt?
It
was as if I’d been jerked out of a sound sleep by a nightmare and I was stuck
in that brief couple seconds of wondering if it had been real or not.
“What’s
going on?” I asked.
“Well
if you’d let me explain before you went bolting outta the room, then you’d
know, wouldn’t you? It seems to me that you’re quite dead. So I’ve come to
collect you.”
“Is
this a joke?” It had to be a joke.
“No
joke. No one survives wounds like that. You were stone dead soon as soon as
they wheeled you in here.”
Honestly,
I had no idea how bad those injuries really were. It had happened so fast. One
minute I was worried what Jack was going to do and the next thing I knew, I was
lying in a pool of my own blood. I’d always thought I’d react differently if I
was attacked. But in reality, my mind just shut down. Hell, it didn’t even hurt
while I was being stabbed. After? Well, that was something completely
different. It was pure agony.
So
how exactly was I supposed to wrap my head around the whole thing? I wasn’t
entirely sure I could trust this guy. I mean, this was it? Really? My life ends
and some creep in a grungy leather jacket takes me away? No, I couldn’t accept
that.
Jack
needed me.
“I’m
not going anywhere with you.”
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