**STOP BACK ON THE 31ST FOR A HALLOWEEN GIVE-A-WAY
1) Tell us about the world your novel set in.
This world is the zombie apocalypse. Typical brain eaters, I guess, always looking for their next meal. Starts off in Las Vegas, but I move it into the mountain. Why not? If there was a zombie outbreak, I think that’s where I’d go.
2) What makes your world/character different from other books in the same genre?
The zombies are the plot device that sets up the world, but the characters are what makes the story. I wanted to analyze what would make you keep going if this was your world because I think character development is important as well as interesting. It’s why I like The Walking Dead so much.
3) Do you believe in the paranormal? If so, have you ever had a paranormal experience?
Definitely. Maybe not zombies so much, although I did learn about a man in Haiti who was put under a curse, drugged into a living death scenario, and then kept in a haze to work on a sugarcane plantation for twenty years. That I could believe.
4) Are you planning on writing more in the paranormal world?
Yes. I’ve written another book in my “My Boyfriend Is…” series, titled “My Incubus Boyfriend” and I have a few more planned for that series in 2020. As for stand-alones, I always keep my ears open for ideas.
Atticus left his home when his lover was bit. Mourning the loss, he looks for something to keep him going. To not give up. He may have stumbled into the wrong group, but he can’t hurt innocents.
They find each other in the middle of an apocalypse, and although Remy might be wary of the handsome loner, he realizes Atticus might just be the person he needs to stay safe.
If only he didn’t feel so attracted to the man.
Be Warned: m/m sex
“Who do you think he was?” he asked.
“The zombie that almost made me lunch. Who do you think he was that he ended up in a closet like that?”
“I don’t know,” Atticus replied. “Does it matter?”
“Yeah. I think it does.”
“Because I bet he never thought he’d end up stuck in a closet and forgotten about. Just like we can’t imagine where we’ll be when our time comes. I think what keeps us from becoming completely apathetic is knowing who we were and remembering that we were once human.”
“Isn’t dead just … dead?”
“But he had a name. A family. Friends.”
“Maybe he was bit, and his friends put him in the closet to protect themselves before locking up and walking away. If that’s the case, they weren’t really friends because they didn’t put him out of his misery. They left him to turn.”
“Or they cared too much and couldn’t do it.”
Atticus pursed his lips. “Sentiments get you killed in this world.”
“So, you care for no one? For nothing?”
“I care about myself.”
Remy frowned because his statement didn’t jive with his actions. “If you’re still around if I’m ever bit, will you put me out of my misery? I don’t want to be one of them.”
“You won’t end up like that.”
“You don’t know that. Promise me and I’ll promise you the same. If you get bit, I’ll give you the permanent death.”
“Just stop it!” Atticus shouted, banging his hand on the wheel. “I told you. You won’t end up like that, and I won’t have to do something I don’t want to do. Now just drop the fucking subject, okay?”