Book One
Jillian Stone
Genre: Zombie Adventure Thriller
Publisher: Jillian Stone
Date of Publication: October 28, 2016
ISBN: 978-0-9963459-0-3
Number of pages: 259
Word Count: 60,000
Cover Artist: G. J. Stone
Book Description:
Survival tip #1: When you’re caught in the middle of the zombie apocalypse, get a badass partner.
The zombie apocalypse is on, and Lizzy Davis is determined to survive any way she can. As a surgeon, she’s used to saving lives; not cutting into the basal ganglia to make sure the patient stays dead. When the refugee camp is overrun by zombie hordes, Lizzy manages to escape only to run into Black Hawk pilot Chris Oakley in the middle of the Syrian Desert.
Lizzy and Chris fight off zombie attacks as they make their way toward a joint military air base northeast of Kirkuk. Just one problem, they’ll have to pass through the drone-patrolled DMZ— Dead Meat Zone. To get there, they form uneasy alliances with French-Arab commandos and a black ops interrogator who’s slowly rotting before their eyes.
Along the way, Lizzy and Chris manage to find time for each other—the sizzling red-hot lovemaking kind of time. And who knows? They might have a chance at love if they live long enough.
Warning: Features red hot to erotic love scenes
Excerpt:
Syrian
Desert, Jordan
190
kilometers SE of Zaatari Refugee Camp
He rested the
gun on his knee and pulled the bandana off his face. Jeezus, of course, he'd be
dusty, grimy and great looking.
“Water?” he
croaked.
Z growls gurgled
up from the rotten pool of stench surrounding us. Incapacitated biters crawled
at the rate of about one meter per hour. But at this exact moment, the newly
arrived armed stranger concerned me more than the undead.
I studied the
man hunkered down in the sand. A male survivor in good health could be worse
than a horde of zombies. Men raped women like me—more than once––then they ate
all your food. Worst of all, they wouldn’t hesitate to pimp you out for a meal,
ammo, or gasoline.
Like I said, worse
than a shitload of zombies.
I scanned the
raised bank that bordered the road. The silhouette of something lean, mean, and
fast rested on a kickstand. The zombie slayer’s dust cloud-maker. And my ticket
out of here. I unsnapped the plastic travel bottle from my utility belt and
handed over the water.
He didn’t drink.
He guzzled.
“Hey, leave some
for me.”
He released the
water bottle with a gasp. “Got more?”
I narrowed my
gaze. “Got food?”
He hesitated
long enough to be manufacturing a lie. “In the saddle bag on my bike.”
“There’s a
couple of gallons in the truck.” I nodded toward the transport vehicle behind
me. “I’ll trade you a share of my water for a share of your food.”
The ends of his
mouth curled upward, and he ogled my thighs as high as the boy shorts allowed.
Pretty sure he was thinking about a different kind of trade.
I met his gaze
and held it. “Deal?”
His attention
shifted to my truck. He could grab both gallons and make a run for it.
I squinted.
“Don’t even try it.”
His cute lip
curl turned cynical. “Awww. She doesn’t trust me.” He rose and took long
strides toward the transport. Midway, he stopped to shoot a crawler in the back
of the neck. One of the most annoying things about killing zombies is the
having to kill them over and over.
Cursing under my
breath, I raced ahead and beat him to the truck. I guarded the door and watched
his simple, unhurried style. One by one he made sure the crawlers were dead.
He removed his
helmet and scratched his head. He was tall, a bit over six feet with nice
hair––short and scruffy. Hard to tell exactly what shade of brown in the
moonlight. He slung the M4 under his shoulder and approached the truck slowly.
That gaze of his caused tingles in places I didn’t want to think about right
now.
I did a quick
evaluation of my situation. Out of gas in the middle of the Syrian desert––bad
luck. Woke up to a pod of biters surrounding the truck––welcome to my bad town.
Running into this zombie slayer? For now, it was safe to assume that every
badass inch of his badass dick was trouble.
About the Author:
Multi-published, national award-winning author, Jillian Stone is on a three year quest to write all the books (in different genres) she’s always wanted to write before she gets forever labeled as a historical romance writer. Jillian lives in Highland, California and is currently writing a shapeshifter tale WOLF, INTERRUPTED, which recently won the FFandP On The Far Side award in the paranormal category.
Website: http://jillianstone.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/gJillianStone
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