Zombified
by Maggie LaCroix
Release Date: August 28 , 2014
Published by The Writers Coffee Shop
Genre: Fantasy/Urban, Romance/Paranormal
ISBN e-book: 978-1-61213-324-9
~~SUMMARY~~
Monsters generally know their place: vampires get to be sexy while zombies just decompose. But Maggie La Croix’s Zombified conjures up an entirely different kind of undead raised by good old-fashioned Voodoo. These gorgeous walking corpses don’t eat brain, they don’t stagger, and their bodies are spared the indignities of putrefaction.
Take Henri Jolicoeur. More than one hundred years after his death he is still a bewitching Adonis. But zombification does have its downsides. Henri has a master, a powerful Voodoo priest whose spells keep Henri, his teenage zombie sister, and five other poor souls in perpetual servitude.
That is, until a hurricane devastates their New Orleans home and the zombies are evacuated to the Texas border town of El Paso. The curse is broken. They are free and intend to stay that way. But how can they pass for human when they don’t eat or sleep and they’re reeling from black magic withdrawal? If that isn’t enough, they have a traitor in their midst, their master is hot on their trail, and a mysterious stranger in black is watching.
Enter Josie Cortez, a cowboy boots-wearing reporter at the local newspaper who desperately needs a good story to save her moribund career and get her editor off her back. One look at Henri and his weird little family and she knows she’s struck journalism gold. But strange things keep happening around Henri, things that remind Josie of her own tragic family history with black magic, a history that cost her her beloved mother and led Josie straight to the bottom of a bottle. Josie would rather forget all about that. Forgetting Henri, however, is easier said than done, even if falling for a man without a heartbeat could get her more than a broken heart. It could get her zombified.
~~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~~
When she first embarked in fiction writing, Maggie thought, Piece of cake. After all, she’d been a newspaper reporter for ten years; writing was her daily bread. But Zombified, her first novel about a band of sexy zombies, was anything but easy. The story wasn’t conveniently laid out for her at a press conference; it had to be coaxed out of her own imagination. Plot points resisted solving, descriptions meandered, and characters misbehaved. But just when things seemed bleakest, it happened. Maggie fell in love with it all: the zombies, the love story, and even the rituals of writing.
Maggie likes her leading women flawed and her science fiction sexy. She went to school for journalism and political science. She lives in the United States.
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Praise for Zombified
Guest Post
They had been at the back of the last bus and were as bewildered
as their traveling companions. More, maybe. There were seven of them, clearly
together, and yet they did not look like they were related. They came in a
spectrum of skin colors. There was one pale, blond girl and a tall, stunning,
dark woman, graceful as a willow. There was an elderly black man, his skin
almost blue, and a tanned, blond Adonis. Their clothes were mismatched and
ill-fitted. And dirty. But their faces were glowing, their hands steady, their
feet assured.
The more intriguing part, though, was that they all had the same
unusual eyes—gray, the color of smoke.
The last one out was something else altogether. He was a young
man, perhaps a couple of years younger than Josie. Maybe all of twenty years of
age, she guessed. He would have attracted stares in any situation. He was
gorgeous. Tall, ripped, and blessed with skin the color of caramel and the
striking eyes they all shared. They stood out all right. They were beautiful,
even in rags. And he, the last one, stood out even among them. Josie realized
she was holding her breath.
She couldn’t keep her eyes
off the stranger. While the other evacuees had looked through her, if they
looked at all, this one fixed his eyes, his deep gray eyes, on her. She held
his stare, waiting for a clue to his intentions—a smile, a nod,
even a frown. But he just looked straight at her, his eyes boring holes in her,
reaching inside and lighting a fuse line of heat down to her belly. It seemed
to last an eternity, that stare.
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