Hi. How’s everyone today? Good? That’s nice. (notice I didn’t wait for an answer)
J.S. was kind enough to let me roam through the patch of the interweb he calls home and he gave me license to sully up his patrons a little. YOU! Have you ever been sullied before? I can’t say I have, or haven’t…but it sounds fun, doesn’t it?!
You all remember his recent release, Dead Means Dead, right? It’s part of that Lesbians versus Zombies series through Noble Romance. I bet with me mentioning that, you’ll have a pretty good idea what my newest release is. Anybody wanna take a guess? Anyone? No. It’s about… Lesbians and Zombies.
Didn’t see that coming, right? I know. I’m tricky like that. *WINK*
My story, Evening at the M.U.T. (or EAT MUT) is a thrilling little romp through zombie land with sexy women, good looking and highly paid executives, daring soldiers, misunderstood bad boys with hearts of gold, killer zombies, a band of magic wielding Gypsies, action packed, and a NON-STOP EXPLOSIVES EXTRAVAGANZA!!!
Ok, I might have exaggerated just a touch there… let me clean this up a little. This story has sexy women,
good looking and highly paid executives, daring soldiers, misunderstood bad boys with hearts of gold, killer zombies, a band of magic wielding Gypsies, action packed, and a NON-STOP EXPLOSIVES EXTRAVAGANZA!! and a flying metal chair! WOOT!
*shrugs* Can’t blame a girl for trying.
This story is really about brain wave manipulation and the outlandish idea that politicians could possibly have a moral thread longer than a grain of rice. It’s about fiery passion and hottie geniuses going toe to toe with
blood thirsty wizards (sorry, I caught myself exaggerating again, my bad) mixed up magic casters and zombies.
The moral of the story, you ask? Why, isn’t it obvious? When it’s a cold day in Kendall Square… wear a hat.
Anyone up for a blurb?:
Erin and Sarah have the opportunity of a lifetime, demonstrating a machine with seemingly limitless potential to tap into the power of the human mind.To the Board of Trustees of the Massachusetts University of Technology, the girls’ project is simply an avenue to further their personal gain and nothing more. During the demonstration, the arrogance of the powerful men proves to be their damnation when an accident they caused leads to unforeseen and terrifying results.
Now the two lovers must find a way to quell the plague their machine has unleashed, but to do so they first have to redefine their perceptions of what is real and possible. When science and magic meet, the line between horror and hope blurs.
And I wouldn’t dream of leaving you all today without sharing a song that was one of the inspirations for this story:
Born in Florida but raised in various towns in New England, R. Renée Vickers now lives in a small town just outside of Charleston, South Carolina, with her husband and children. And although work and family life leave her little free time, she spends every available moment indulging in her favorite passion, writing.
Find her, if you dare: http://museampoule.wordpress.com/
Thanks J.S.! It’s always fun swinging by and running amuck! Hehehe.