Cover Reveal of Zombie Girl by Pippa Jay

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Blurb:

 

Imagine waking up to find the world has ended, but unfortunately you’re not alone…

 

For Connor Innis, awakening from a year-long coma with no memories, no ability to move, and unable to speak was bad enough. Then he learns that a bioweapon set off a zombie apocalypse—for real—while he was sleeping, and the world he can’t even remember no longer exists.

 

Rehabilitation might be torture, but far worse awaits him outside. All too soon, the hospital Mentor declares him fit to leave but with nothing to go home to except a city full of mindless, flesh-eating monsters. That is, until he forms a strange relationship with the one he nicknames ‘Zombie Girl’.

 

Zombie Girl: Dead Awakened is the first part of a YA dystopian romance trilogy, releasing 22nd April, 2015. Please add it to your Goodreads shelf HERE, or sign up HERE for my no-spam newsletter for special previews on cover reveals, new releases, the latest giveaways and discounts, and upcoming news.

 

Excerpt

 

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The door slid open, and a warm breeze hit him full in the face, the smell of hot glass and tarmac, and a faint scent of grass from the garden area. Nothing more. The Mentor had assured him that the bioweapon had died out as quickly as it had contaminated everyone, job done. Even so, he drew his next breath with caution.

Like I’m just going to go straight into full on zombie mode… It didn’t ease his nerves. No point standing around here waiting for it.

Connor took a step outside. The heat after the temperature controlled interior broke him out in a sweat. He turned back to ask the Mentor one more time to change its mind in these unusual circumstances, but the glass door slid shut.

He bolted for the car. “Open the door!”

The autocar complied, and he threw himself into it, not caring that he banged his head and shoulder getting in, not caring that it put sparks in front of his eyes. “Shut it.”

The reassuring clunk of the door closing answered him, and he collapsed across the seat on his back, gasping like he’d done after his first session on the treadmill. “Oh, man.”

Connor sat up, staring around. Still no signs of life. The glass front of the hospital dazzled him as sunlight struck it, and the breeze blew the grasses and plants around in a mad dance, but that was it.

“Take me home,” he muttered.

“Yes, sir.” The autocar trundled forward and carried him away from sanctuary.

Safely in the confines of the vehicle, he examined the surroundings as he travelled. Except for the total absence of people, the city looked perfectly normal. No. Connor corrected himself. Not normal. It was too clean. Too perfect. The city equivalent of a show home, made up to look like the perfect place to move into, but utterly devoid of personal belongings. Devoid of life. Without the drain on the power systems by several thousands of human beings, and without them making a mess any more, the cleaning systems had kept the city pristine. Just like the hospital. No rubbish, no dirt, and no corpses. It was creepier than any abandoned city of the past, like those the Mentor had shown him. No sign of the deadly apocalypse that had killed part of the population and turned another part into a mindless ravening horde that devoured the survivors.

 

Bio:

 

After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

 

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal, often with romance, and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), the EPIC eBook awards, and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place). 

 

You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.

 

Website – http://www.pippajay.co.uk

Blogs – 

Adventures in Scifi – http://www.pippajay.blogspot.co.uk

Spacefreighters Lounge – http://www.spacefreighters.blogspot.com

Romancing the Genres – http://www.romancingthegenres.blogspot.co.uk/

SFR Brigade – http://www.sfrcontests.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter – https://twitter.com/pippajaygreen

Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5054558.Pippa_Jay

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Pippa-Jay-Adventures-in-Scifi/114058821953752

Pinterest – http://www.pinterest.com/pippajaygreen/

Google+ – https://plus.google.com/u/0/101080630877126516448/posts

Wattpad – http://www.wattpad.com/user/PippaJay 

Amazon page – http://author.to/PippaJay

 

New Releases from Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly

My latest, a steampunk story was released by a branch of Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly called Steamwork Inks and I wanted to share the latest releases by a group of talented writers.

Blood of Shadows from Mariana Thorn

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War is coming to the Three Kingdoms, Malna, Zockii and Tirllyn.
Attacks along the borders are growing more frequent. Innocent people are dying. Princess Malayna and the rest of the elite fighters known as the Shadows are tasked with investigating and relocating the people, and rumors of a traitor among the Shadows has Layna stretched to her limits.
When she is paired with Kester, a partner she never wanted, she finds herself learning to trust and survive in more ways than she even knew existed.
With lives at stake, Malayna must find a way to catch the traitor, protect her people and guard her heart, because someone she loves may not live to see tomorrow…

Joey’s Choice from Piper Kay

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Seventeen year old, Joey wakes every morning dreading what the day ahead may have in store for him. High School sucks and so does the jerk and his pack of bullies who live to torture him. When Joey feels there is no hope left and no chance at having peace, there’s only one choice left. He’s sure the people he cares about would be better off without him anyway. Things happen for a reason, and when Luc steps in, Joey’s faced with two decisions. What will Joey’s choice be?

Shee from M. S. Brown

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Faeries are not just creatures of legend, but powerful beings far older than humans. From behind a web of magic they have molded our destinies, toyed with our minds and even kidnapped our children. The Faerie Queen, and by far the most powerful, is corrupted by her power. She has no intention of giving up the throne to the rightful heir.
Colleen is just your average girl in college, or is she? Following a hunch that her fiancé is in trouble, she discovers that she is surrounded by dark and powerful magic. Will time run out before Colleen’s true nature is discovered or will life as we know it be destroyed?

 All of these can be found on amazon.

New Steampunk Release

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A Killer Stalks the Streets.
Simone LeBeau is fearless. A messenger for the Hermes Guild, she travels via the rooftops delivering letters and parcels with the grace of a freed bird. A guardian to a small orphaned girl. The constant cause of concern to a former messenger with mechanic legs. Simone does what she has to do to survive in a world where the citizens of Dark Town are being murdered by a killer called the Heart Thief.
Then she’s caught up in a situation she can’t control. The Heart Thief murders a woman footsteps away from Simone’s front door. No-one else seems interesting in finding justice for her or any of the other victims.
But what happens when the killer turns his attention to someone close to Simone?

Release Week

I’ve got a new release this week. 19th February will see my steampunk novella ‘Heartless’ published via Steamworks Ink. Originally this manuscript was supposed to be for another publisher and while I’m upset that it fell through, I’m glad the story isn’t just going to gather dust in one of my folders. I’m sure every writer has something similar. The stories that are half finished because either the muse stopped wanting to play ball or life got in the way.

Today my dad, who is a jack of all trades, gave me a steampunk themed pen and coffee coaster. Unfortunately I left them at his which is actually the norm for me. I usually leave one thing or another. Last time it was biscuits. His words to me as he handed it to me was ‘Write something great with this.’ Not too much pressure.

Here’s the blurb for ‘Heartless’ I’m also running a giveaway to celebrate the release so I’ll post a link to that here as well.

Blurb

A Killer Stalks the Streets.

Simone LeBeau is fearless. A messenger for the Hermes Guild, she travels via the rooftops delivering letters and parcels with the grace of a freed bird. A guardian to a small orphaned girl. The constant cause of concern to a former messenger with mechanic legs. Simone does what she has to do to survive in a world where the citizens of Dark Town are being murdered by a killer called the Heart Thief.

Then she’s caught up in a situation she can’t control. The Heart Thief murders a woman footsteps away from Simone’s front door. No-one else seems interesting in finding justice for her or any of the other victims.

But what happens when the killer turns his attention to someone close to Simone?

I hope you can join the event. The more the merrier.

https://www.facebook.com/events/403059139863991/411975438972361/?notif_t=like

 

Ending The Cycle (Flash Fiction)

New flash fiction written for Devin O’Branagan monthly contest. This was based on retelling the Little Red Riding Hood story.

Ending the Cycle

It seems stupid to be scared of a little girl but he knew how the story played out, what was about to happen. He and the girl in the hooded red jacket were on a constant loop, a fairy tale that never ended. The story of Little Red Riding Hood. He knew that he wouldn’t live to see the end of the day. He ran to the tree and with his nails unsheathed, he climbed it until he reached the top. He held his breath as he peered around it.

She’d stopped at a patch of flowers, daisies by the looks of them and she was humming, oblivious to the death that stalked her. What did she have to worry about anyway? He was the one who lived on borrowed time. The routine scared him, every incantation of himself was getting younger. One day they, he and Red would be the same age. Then what would happen? Hunt her as a boy, a maybe murderer at the age of fifteen? Would he remember his past lives? Did she remember hers?

As graceful as a cat, he leapt to the next tree. Usually he’d been in his wolf form by now. He never approached her in his human body. The girl’s head snapped up and he darted around the truck. He couldn’t let her see him. Not yet.

What the hell are you doing, Wolf?  End it now. Why prolong the torture? He let out a shaken breath, calming his unruly heart. Was this the first time he really felt fear? The first time he acknowledged it? A girl, barely sixteen, terrified the beast. Wolf heard her moving again, his senses, even in his human form were sharper than an average person. How was it even possible that for all his strength, she could still beat him? Because that was how the story had been written. She was pure light. A child without sin. He, on the other hand, he was doomed from his birth. A creature of darkness because of some words someone scribbled on paper. A monster because he wasn’t human. He’d never been that. He was a monster through no fault of his own. There always had to be a bad guy in these stories, the task fell to him.

“You’re following me, why?” Her voice echoed through the forest and Wolf instinctively held his breath. Did he dare to talk to her? What would it accomplish? “I know that you’re there. Why are you afraid of me? There isn’t any reason to be scared. My name is Red, what’s yours?” Her voice was almost lyrical and if it had been a weapon it would have cut into him like millions of knives.

 “I’m not afraid of you.” The words left him almost like they wanted to escape. To be heard.

“Then come down. It’s nicer to walk down here.”

Wolf took a deep breath. They had to end it. He might as well take the first step. His untimely demise was waiting in the wings. He stepped out from his hiding place and jumped down. She gasped and for a second Wolf thought she’d take a step back, but she didn’t. A pleasant smile crossed her face and she pushed her hood back. Black strands of her dropped around her shoulders and Wolf stopped in surprised. How had he never noticed her eyes before, a warm blue that searched his soul with a single glance?

“Isn’t that better, it couldn’t have been safe walking around up there. Are you part monkey?” Her tone was filled with mischief and there was a light in her eyes that sparkled. She was teasing him? Did she honestly not know why he was there? What he was supposed to do?

“No,” he grudgingly admitted. “Not part monkey.”

“Do you spend a lot of time in the woods?” She gestured back to the path and Wolf let her led the way.

“Every now and then.” He replied. He wasn’t deliberately trying to be cryptic but for once he was at a completely lost. They’d never talked before. Oh there was the conversations at grandmothers house but a few incantations ago he decided against killing the old woman, instead he stuffed her in a cupboard and all she got was a bad back.

Red started to hum again. “Why do you follow me?” Her choice of words was telling. A part of her knew of the loop. The endless routine, an understanding behind her eyes. A realisation. The closer they got to their destination the more she remembered.

“We’re enemies.” He shrugged.

She paused, stopping in the centre of the path and turned to face him. “We don’t have to be.”

She was suggesting breaking the loop? Hadn’t he thought the same thing? He wanted it to end but for both of them to come to the same decision? To make the decision to live? “Then what can we be?”

“Friends.” She smiled up at him. Those blue eyes framed by heavy black lashes. “Aren’t you tired of the fighting?”

“I’m tired of the dying part.”

“And I’m tired of being the one who kills you.” She put out her hand and he glanced down at it, unsure about what to do next. “What do you say, Wolf? Friends?”