Blurb: Jack Kershaw just wants to hold on to his new job at Lisa Alioto's pizza parlor, and to keep Lisa from finding out that he's a zombie. But Jack learns that he and Lisa are in serious danger. His second chance at life is the inadvertent result of a lab experiment by two graduate students, and Winthrop University-- a school which knows how to keep its secrets-- will do anything necessary to conceal that someone on campus raised the dead. With the help of Boston's zombie horde, can Jack and Lisa escape Winthrop's sinister clutches?
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The book is available at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NUA5CJQ/
Excerpt:
All the peace that had come over
Jack in the morgue was gone. Even though he was jogging back to Lisa’s
apartment-- and getting some strange looks because he was wearing a set of
scrubs and a pair of flip-flops he’d liberated from the hospital-- he felt a
terrible restlessness. Like he couldn’t be still, ever again.
No, that wasn’t it-- he felt the sort of prickly awareness of a mouse being watched by a owl. It felt as though something was after him, something with a stride matching his own, something that reached out with a pale cold hand...
He reached the door of Lisa’s apartment, thudded up the stairs, and pounded at the closed door. She opened it like she’d been waiting next to it for hours. Out the door came the rosy scent of her body, the heat of her, and in the center of the candle flame, Lisa’s beautiful daredevil smile.
“You're back! How'd it go? I dropped off the satchel, just like we planned, and the guy seemed to know exactly what it was for,” she said. He followed her in. “I’ve never done anything like that in my life. Wasn’t that crazy, wasn’t that wild?”
“Stick with me, honey,” he said. “We’ll have fun.”
She smiled and squeezed his bare upper arm roughly enough for him to feel it. Heat seared his cold skin. “And tomorrow, we go back to work, and I know I’m going to be standing there, giving people their pizza and thinking, ‘All you people, you don’t know a damn thing about me, you don’t know what I’ve been up to.’ Me and my secret life.”
And then it all made sense. He knew what he wanted. He reached up and kissed her. For a moment she seemed surprised, but then she pressed closer to him, and he became aware of how thin his scrubs were, and that her body heat flew through them as if he were naked. And the way her mouth tasted! He could feel it over his tongue, the unique taste of her body, as if it was sinking into his body, changing all of his cells, drawing a little of her into him, forever...
“You smell like lilacs,” he said, “did I ever tell you that? Like lilacs and cinnamon. And you’re so warm.”
No, that wasn’t it-- he felt the sort of prickly awareness of a mouse being watched by a owl. It felt as though something was after him, something with a stride matching his own, something that reached out with a pale cold hand...
He reached the door of Lisa’s apartment, thudded up the stairs, and pounded at the closed door. She opened it like she’d been waiting next to it for hours. Out the door came the rosy scent of her body, the heat of her, and in the center of the candle flame, Lisa’s beautiful daredevil smile.
“You're back! How'd it go? I dropped off the satchel, just like we planned, and the guy seemed to know exactly what it was for,” she said. He followed her in. “I’ve never done anything like that in my life. Wasn’t that crazy, wasn’t that wild?”
“Stick with me, honey,” he said. “We’ll have fun.”
She smiled and squeezed his bare upper arm roughly enough for him to feel it. Heat seared his cold skin. “And tomorrow, we go back to work, and I know I’m going to be standing there, giving people their pizza and thinking, ‘All you people, you don’t know a damn thing about me, you don’t know what I’ve been up to.’ Me and my secret life.”
And then it all made sense. He knew what he wanted. He reached up and kissed her. For a moment she seemed surprised, but then she pressed closer to him, and he became aware of how thin his scrubs were, and that her body heat flew through them as if he were naked. And the way her mouth tasted! He could feel it over his tongue, the unique taste of her body, as if it was sinking into his body, changing all of his cells, drawing a little of her into him, forever...
“You smell like lilacs,” he said, “did I ever tell you that? Like lilacs and cinnamon. And you’re so warm.”
Bio: Nora Fleischer has a PhD from Winthrop University, and
promises every word of this story is true. She lives in Minneapolis with her
lovable husband Sven and children Wolfgang and Anastasia. She’s on
Twitter as @zombinanora and blogs (sometimes) at norafleischer.livejournal.com.
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