Tuesday, October 1, 2013

ZOMBIE EROTOCLYPSE by TAMSIN FLOWERS @TamsinFlowers #zombieerotoclypse

I'm very excited today to be here on the latest stop of the Zombie Erotoclypseblog tour - thank you so much for having me.
So why should you read my book? Zombie sex has to be a bit yuck, hasn't it?
Not necessarily… READ BELOW


Great Zombie Anthology
It used to be hard to get a good zombie book that mixes erotic elements without the focus being on the zombie hunters as opposed to the zombies, so it's fantastic that authors are taking chances and writing stories in which zombies are as consumed by another base instinct as they are by the need to feed.

It's easy to screw up zombie erotica by going campy, but Tamsin Flowers puts together a great collection here that has shades of quite a few great classic zombie tales. For instance, the first story, "Red Hot Zombie Cock" brings to mind Richard Matheson's "Dance of the Dead." The stand-out story is the last story, though this would appeal more to those who love good erotica than those who are here for the zombies: it just has all the right elements.

Virgin zombies, new zombies, and voyeur zombies (this one had a laugh-out-loud ending), Zombie Erotoclypse is an entertaining read for folks like me who love a good zombie anthology. Hoping for a second collection.

See! I took a chance on Zombie Erotoclypse - so should you!
And just to encourage you, here's an excerpt from the second story in the collection, I was a Teenage Zombie Virgin. Most of us, if we're not still living through them, remember the teenage years as a time of confusion and self-consciousness off the scale - life was out to embarrass big time, with zits, sprouting hair, breasts that were either too big or non-existent and rogue erections at the worse possible moments. Well, try to imagine going through all this and being a zombie. Problem? Body hair is the least of them…

Here's an excerpt:

Teenage virgin zombie John has just been rescued from a baying mob of healthy humans by a girl he used to know before he became a zombie. She saved him for the sake of her brother who, when bitten by a zombie, was taken from the family and killed.

Like I said, every zombie has the vestige of the human he once was flickering inside him, and at that moment, I forgot our differences. I forgot that I was zombie and she was a healthy girl. I forgot that all I wanted to do was fuck her and then eat her and I caught her up in my arms and held her tight against my chest.
Great sobs pulsed through her for a couple of minutes, then she sniffed loudly.
"So you see, I couldn't let them take another boy away from his family."
She looked up at me, her dark hair curling in sweaty tendrils round her forehead, her liquid brown eyes full of trust. I bent my head and I kissed her. I kissed her in a way that I'd never kissed a girl before I was a zombie. Our lips met, hers so soft compared with mine, rough and chaffed and scabby. Her mouth opened and her tongue glided against my mouth, applying a gentle pressure until I let it slip inside. I can't say how it must have compared with her other experiences of kissing, though it was obvious she'd had some, but for me it was sublime. Fireworks and flares went off in my gut and a burning sensation made my cock surge forward against my cut-offs. I heard a low, guttural moaning, like an animal in pain, and took a moment to realize that it was me. I held her close against my chest and through the thin fabric of our T-shirts, her nipples felt like rough pebbles.
Her arms slipped round behind me and started pulling up my shirt and I followed her lead, drawing her tank up to reveal the soft curve of her belly. It made me catch my breath and I felt suddenly dizzy.
"Eve," I managed to grunt, not knowing where to put my hands—onto the soft flesh now revealed or to carry on pulling the garment off her.
"Shhhh," she whispered in my ear. "Come."
She stood up and tossed her top to one side. Then, as I gawped, open-mouthed, at her small, perfect breasts, she grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom. This room was junk food free but there were clothes all over the floor and the bed sheets were tangled and grimy. Did I give a shit? It was literally months, probably more than a year, since I'd been in a bed and here I was, diving into the softness with the most divine, half-naked angel.
I hope you enjoyed it! And if you want more it's only 99c or 77p for all five!

See you at our next stop!
Tamsin xxx
To find out whom else the zombies will be visiting over the next month check out the schedule on Tamsin's Superotica.

Author bio: Tamsin Flowers
Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun. In the words of one reviewer, 'Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that forces itself upon your own body.' Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies and she is now graduating to novellas with the intention to pen her magnum opus in the very near future. In the meantime, like most erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten stories at once: while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more about her at Tamsin's Superotica or Tamsin Flowers. Follow her on Twitter @TamsinFlowersor on Facebook Tamsin Flowers.