SHAMEFULLY SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION
Hello everyone. Hope you had a very productive month since last we conversed. As usual, coffee, tea, cookies, and donuts are on the side table—help yourselves.
So, were you wondering about the title to this blog? Did you groan and want to stop reading?
Sorry, but this blog post is exactly what the title says it is: a shameless self promotion of my self pubbed short story called ZOMBORO VIRUS, available on smashwords, apple, and Barnes and Noble. I’ll leave the links at the end just in case you are interested.
And to get you interested, I came up with a poem. Be warned, a poetry writer I am not. But here’s my lame attempt anyway for what it’s worth.
There once was a guy name Major Trevor Dyer. He was stuck in a situation most dire.
The dreaded zombie apocalypse finally came. The world as we know it will never be the same.
The smell of blood and gore fills the air. Rotting corpses of the dead were everywhere.
One bite or scratch is all it takes. So carry a gun for goodness sakes!
If zombies, blood and guts are things you like, head over to smashwords and give me a like.
And if you’re feeling generous, go hence and buy it ‘cause it’s only 99 cents.
Did my little poem do it for ya? No? Well, I’ll have to try again. Maybe this time I’ll be a little more subtle.
Don’t let anyone fool you. Self publishing is not buy my story easy. This self promoting Zomboro Virus stuff is for the birds. I feel like such a heel. But I have no choice but to shamefully please, please buy my story self promote. And I can’t stand putting up links—you must be getting so sick of I know you want to read it seeing links to my story, available on smashwords, apple, and B and N. But since I chose to self publish, this shamefully shameless self you can’t take it another second, you have to read Zomboro Virus promotion is needed.
I’m going to post an excerpt. LOL, I hear your groans!!
Excerpt from Zomboro Virus.
A deep growl penetrated Trevor’s thoughts. In one smooth motion, he grabbed his M17 shotgun attached to a strap slung over his shoulder, and aimed it toward the doorway.
A young female zombie, no more than twenty, stepped into the room. She might have been pretty once, before the disease ate at her brain and ravished her body.
Her tangled blonde hair was matted with blood and dirt. Red and black blotches covered her cheeks, neck, and her exposed arms. Under the filth encrusting her hands, the fingers were a deep purple--almost black. Septicemia had set in.
The capillaries in her eyes had ruptured, turning the whites to red. Blood and gore stained her green sweater from the ripped collar to the waist of her filthy jeans.
She lurched forward and then crouched.
Trevor tightened his grip on the gun and stared down the barrel. Her black fingers flexed and blood stained lips curled up in a snarl, revealing broken teeth. Bits of flesh clung from the jagged edges.
Fear zipped up his spine and hatred filled his soul.
The zombie coughed and clutched at her distended belly. Blood poured from her nostrils and dripped onto the tiled floor in fat drops. Retching sounds came from her throat, and then thick yellowish goo streaked with blood spewed from her mouth onto the floor.
Holy fuck! He could have sworn he saw a finger mixed in with the puke.
The zombie tried to shove as much of the mess back into her mouth. Incoherent noises combined with unmistakable swallowing sounds as more of the oatmeal-like vomit oozed from her mouth.
Pity suddenly shoved aside Trevor’s revulsion and he tried to look beyond the disease that had turned this poor woman into a living nightmare.
The Zomboro virus had been created by a select team of scientists funded by the United Nations to help put an end to terrorists groups. Believing they had created the perfect weapon, the soldiers who they secretly infected were released into the terrorist’s camps. But it had backfired, and now the virus had spread to every country in the world.
He leveled his shotgun and fired. The blast tore a fist-sized hole through her chest, shattering her spine before exiting between her shoulder blades. The force slammed her backwards. She slid down, leaving a trail of bloody ooze on the light green wall.
Did this pique your interest?????
Thanks so much for reading my crazy, shameless promotion.
Here are links just in case.
Barnes and Noble: coming soon—about one week.
Diesel ebooks: coming soon—about one week.
Scrollmotion: coming soon—about one week.
Sony: coming soon—about one week.
Amazon: coming soon—probably available in September.