Pembroke
Sinclair
Genre: Zombie horror
Publisher: eTreasures Publishing
Date of Publication: March 2013
ISBN: ISBN-10: 1937809285
ISBN-13: 978-1937809287
Number of pages: 150
Cover Artist: Jared Rackler
Book Description:
Drunk womanizer Duke, spends his
life selfishly taking care of himself and screw the rest of the world. After
one particular black-out alcoholic binge, he wakes to find the world changed
the dead are rising from their graves.
Lonely, guilt-ridden Hank is someone
who minds his own business, and sympathetic but strong-willed Lana is on the
receiving end of harassment by other students. Forced together for survival,
the three misfits must confront their world gone strange. God said the people
of Earth would be punished for their sins, and so the end has come. Duke, Hank,
and Lana must walk their own paths to salvation, but they also must depend on
each other.
Will their salvation lie in
Finding Eden?
Excerpt
-DUKE’S JOURNEY
Duke’s
tires squealed as he slammed on the brakes, stopping inches from the garage
door. He shut off the engine. The keys fell from his hands and clinked onto
the floor.
“Shoot!”
He
leaned forward, smacking his head on the steering wheel. Stars danced in front of his eyes, and he
swore under his breath. Holding his
forehead, he opened the car door and stepped out. He lost his balance and almost fell. Grabbing the top of the door, he chuckled.
“Oooo!”
he exclaimed. “Might have had too much
to drink.” He laughed again.
With
shaky steps, he headed for his house.
After two steps, he lurched to the right, almost falling into his
hedges. He caught himself on the side of
the garage. Footsteps sounded behind
him. He turned, a little too fast. His vision blurred. Someone stood at the back of his car. The outline was distinctly female. Did he bring someone home with him? He usually remembered when he picked someone
up. He usually focused on what he wanted
to do with her.
He
blinked a few times, clearing his vision.
The woman came into view. Duke
smiled.
“Heeey,
Chanel.” He attempted to take a step
forward, but swayed back and forth, almost falling on his face. He thought better of approaching her. “What are you doing out this time of night?”
Chanel
didn’t answer.
Duke’s
stomach clenched, the contents threatened to splash out. He swallowed the chunks back down. He needed some water, or another drink before
passing out, but he didn’t want to pass up a chance of female
companionship. Hopefully, she was just
playing hard to get.
“You
wanna come in and have a drink?”
In
response, she gurgled. A low, rumbling
sound that originated deep in her throat.
At
first, Duke though maybe she burped, and was taken aback. Chanel was one of those women who didn’t leave
the house without every hair in place.
Was she even capable of producing gas?
His
stomach lurched again. He barely closed
his mouth before the vomit escaped. He
covered his mouth with his hand and choked down the bile. He needed to get inside.
“Well,
I’m gonna head inside. That offer still
stands if you want a drink.”
He
stumbled toward the stairs. His toe
caught on the edge, but he caught himself before falling down. His face reddened, and he glanced over his
shoulder. Chanel still stood at the back
of the vehicle, watching his every move.
Odd, he thought. What is she
doing? But he didn’t have long to worry
about it. His top priority was getting
something to drink.
Duke
kept a bottle of orange Gatorade in his fridge for such occasions. Bathed in the white glow of the fridge light,
he downed the entire bottle, liquid running down his chin. He gasped in air when he finished, then let
out a long, rumbling burp. Something
shuffled in the living room. He glanced
into the darkness. A shadow moved. He smiled to himself. He knew she couldn’t resist his charms for
long.
Pushing
the fridge door closed, he stepped into the other room. He contemplated turning on a light, but
thought better of it. The hunt would be
more fun in the dark. He took another
step, and the floor rolled under him. He
couldn’t regain his balance. His knee
hit first. A dull ache throbbed up his
thigh. He was going to feel that in the
morning. Then his shoulder thumped onto
the floor, followed by his head. He
yowled.
His
expectation was that Chanel would rush to his side, maybe turn on a light, to
find out if he was all right. Instead,
she stood there. What was wrong with
her? Didn’t she care? Duke rolled onto his hands and knees and
crawled to his TV. He punched the
button. The flickering light lit the
room. He turned to Chanel.
His
breath caught. Instinctively, he
crab-walked away from her. Her arms hung
limply at her side, her skin pale. She
stared at nothing, her eyes glazed white with dark circles underneath. Her normally flawless hair stuck out in
various directions. Mud streaked her
Capri pants. Her ripped white shirt
exposed a lacy bra. He cleared his
throat and struggled to his feet.
“Chanel? Is everything all right?”
She
turned to face him, but stared right through him. That same throaty gurgle escaped her
throat. It almost sounded like a
growl. Duke’s stomach knotted.
“You
know, um, I’m pretty tired. Maybe, ah,
we could reschedule that drink for another time.”
She
stepped toward him. He stepped to his
right.
“It
was awfully great seeing you, though.”
He glanced at the front door. How
was he going to herd her toward it?
She
took another step, her mouth falling open.
A hiss escaped her lips, and determination shrouded her face. The blood in Duke’s veins went cold. He froze.
She lunged forward. She misjudged
the distance between them, falling to the ground. Her nails caught his neck, and she dragged
them down his flesh. He bolted to the
right. Taking the steps two at a time,
he ran upstairs. He slammed his bedroom
door shut. What was wrong with his
neighbor? Was she on some type of drug? The footsteps echoed up the stairs. Slow, methodical steps that thudded through
the carpet.
He
locked the door and glanced around the room.
His gaze fell on the gun safe.
How would he explain to the cops the amount of alcohol in his system and
his dead neighbor? Maybe just pointing
it at her would scare her off. But what
if it didn’t? What if she still came
after him? He punched in the combination
and took out the 300 Winchester and Smith and Wesson Model 629 revolver. Chanel pounded on his bedroom door. Crap!
She was relentless! Why couldn’t
she be that determined to get in his room before getting high? He glanced at the ceiling. It was his only chance. Pulling down the stairs, he scurried into the
attic.
Darkness
surrounded him. He stared at the floor
for a long time, waiting for the door to open.
His head grew cloudy, his eyes heavy.
Eventually, he drifted into an alcohol induced sleep, Chanel still
pounding on his bedroom door.
Death to the Undead
Book 2
Pembroke
Sinclair
Genre: YA
horror
Publisher:
eTreasures Publishing
ISBN-10: 1937809226
ISBN-13: 978-1937809225
Number of pages:
286
Cover Artist:
Jerrod Brown
Book
Description:
The battle that began in Life After the Undead
continues.
Zombies changed her life completely...
Tough teenager Krista escaped to the safety of
Florida after her parents were killed by the zombie horde. She united with
General Liet, a distant cousin, and moved with him to North Platte to help
build a wall to keep the zombies in the West. Krista fell in love with Quinn, a
survivor and fighter from the zombie-infested wildlands of the West, and
together they freed the garrison at North Platte from the power-hungry Liet.
But zombies aren’t the only enemy they have to
face...
Now, North Platte is free, but Liet was not the
only one using the zombie apocalypse to control their people. Florida is ruled
by five ruthless Families, who use intimidation and the threat of the zombie
horde to coerce their populace. Krista and Quinn hatch a desperate plan to run
guns into the state and help the people revolt. Krista and Quinn, labeled as
rebels run for their lives when the Families attack North Platte. The Families
want them captured, the zombies want to eat them, and other survivors want them
dead. Caught in between powerful forces, they must survive long enough to
devise a new plan and put it into action, all while trying to solidify their
new relationship and trying not to self-destruct in the meantime.
About
the Author:
Pembroke Sinclair is a literary
jack of all trades, playing her hand at multiple genres. She has written an
eclectic mix of fiction ranging from horror to sci-fi and even some westerns.
Born in Rock Springs, Wyoming--the home of 56 nationalities--it is no wonder
Pembroke ended up so creatively diverse. Her fascination with the notions of
good and evil, demons and angels, and how the lines blur have inspired her
writing.
Pembroke lives in Laramie,
Wyoming, with her husband, two spirited boys, a black lab named Ryder, and a
rescue kitty named Alia, who happens to be the sweetest, most adorable kitty in
the world! She cannot say no to dessert, orange soda, or cinnamon. She loves
rats and tatts and rock and roll and wants to be an alien queen when she grows
up.
You can learn more about Pembroke
Sinclair by visiting her at http://pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com/
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