Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Zombie Erotoclypse: The Tour

Here's an excerpt from one of the stories, The Joy of Zombie Sex. Can you imagine how confusing it must be to wake up one day to discover you're a zombie? How do you know that you need to eat brains and, in my zombie world, how do you discover just how fantastic zombie sex can be?  Luckily for the poor, undead heroine Alice, she stumbles right into the path of a good zombie Samaritan. Berthold takes her in, teaches her that cracking skulls is as easy as cracking eggs and shows her… the joy of zombie sex!

The Joy of Zombie Sex

“I’m taking you home,” he said.
His voice was a low rasp. He lifted me into his arms as easily as if I had been a child and with my head pressed against his chest I could the roar of his heartbeat. He covered the ground back to the apartment in long easy strides.
The moment the door had closed behind us his hands were on me, tearing at my clothes as he pushed me up hard against the wall. Within seconds my T-shirt lay shredded on the floor and my jeans followed, ripped down while still done up. He kissed my mouth insistently and then burned a trail of kisses down my throat. His hands pushed back the cups of my bra and then his mouth found my breasts. His tongue was rough and his teeth were sharp, pulling at my nipples until they puckered. Sucking them hard, he stoked the fire that was building between my legs.
I moaned in approval. He looked up at me with his strange brown eyes. Then, with his hand underneath my armpits, he lifted me up, carried me through the apartment and quite literally threw me into the bedroom onto the bed. He stripped off his own clothes as roughly as he had torn off mine and, with a snarl, he was on me. He ripped away my bra and panties and his hands were all over me, stroking, feeling, exploring. I writhed underneath him and pulled him down by his shoulders to kiss him. I bit his lower lip hard until I tasted blood in my mouth and he bit back. Our tongues pressed and rubbed together frantically, the friction between them making me delirious.
One of his hands slid between my legs, cupping the soft warm flesh and pushing down hard on it. A lone finger slipped between my lips, running up and down my slit as my hips pushed up to meet him and my legs fell open. Two fingers found their way deeper, pushing wide and opening me up. I was ready now and moaning, desperate for whatever he had to give me.
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This collection of stories is on occasion jaw dropping and very, very sexy.  Zombie sex can be a very tricky thing. Parts coming off can be a problem. What I liked about this book was the raw sensuality of it, even in the midst of rot and ruin, sex is still there in the forefront. You have captive zombie sex slaves, horn dogs that just don't quit, teenage virgins with one thing on their mind and a whole lot more. Each of the stories will make you laugh, one made me slightly nauseous but then turned completely in the other direction and had me crunching ice cubes but they all held my interest. This collection is rowdy and in your face sex craved zombies and they aren't stopping. 

Awesome read!


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 @TamsinFlowers or on Facebook Tamsin Flowers.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for having me, Erzabet - I hope your readers enjoy the excerpt!


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