The NOLA Zombie Prequel – SHTF – has a cover!!
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An action-packed prequel to the Amazon bestselling NOLA Zombie series. This isn’t a romance…there aren’t any happily-ever-afters, this is just Romeo’s fight for survival and how he became a NOLA Survivor.
It’s Friday night in New Orleans and Tim “Romeo” Voiter has the night off. A night of rest and relaxation is something new for the former Marine, and he’s looking forward to enjoying a fun night out with his buddy, Lucas Martinez. The two men try to ignore the emergency broadcasts and news about the spreading iKPV virus and just enjoy the evening. Romeo, true to his name, even hooks up with a hot redhead and plans on ending the evening at her place.
Plans come crashing down, though, as he comes face to face with what the iKPV infected really looks like–and it is not like any infection he’s encountered before. Knowing the media is sugarcoating the virus and things are about to get a lot worse in his city, Romeo talks his family into leaving their urban home and bugging out to a more secluded and secure area; the compound his employers own at the edge of the city, deep in the marsh that surrounds New Orleans. But, as the infection spreads and New Orleans begins to fall under the chaos of victims gone made with the virus, Romeo begins to realize that the “stuff” has hit the fan in New Orleans and things will never be the same for the Voiters.
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Releasing December 22nd
Unedited Excerpt from SHTF by Gillian Zane
ONE | Hipsters & Death Threats
Going from the lobby of the Royal Sonesta to a very hot and smelly Bourbon Street was surreal. The posh decadence of the hotel, along with its chilly air-conditioned halls were in startling contrast to the outside world. Lucas Martinez and I stepped out of the elegant interior of the hotel and onto the cobbled streets of the French Quarter and just stood there taking in our new environment. The jazz band across the street belted out a raucous tune and the laughter and catcalls of the party-goers walking up and down the street created a buzz of excitement that saturated the whole crowd. There was no place like New Orleans.
We were both now officially off-duty and standing in the middle of the French Quarter. It was strange. Made my skin itch under the surface.
Having Friday night off was a new thing for me. Being on domestic soil on a Friday night was even more out of the ordinary. Hell, I wasn’t used to being a civilian yet, so this new freedom felt odd and I didn’t know quite what to do with it. Granted, I could easily entertain myself, I was pretty good at that, but it was still an odd feeling.
I liked being on the job, I liked keeping busy, I never knew quite what to do with myself when free-time loomed in front me. I had to fill it up somehow and lately that seemed to be with women or drinking. When I wasn’t doing that, I was training or doing a detail. My family would have liked to have me with them, but that was another sort of drama I wasn’t equipped to deal with.
Which brings me back to Friday night. I had a whole weekend looming before me, forty-eight hours of free time. Our client had just relieved us of duty and I had no other job lined up until Monday.
It was going to be one of those extremely hot New Orleans summer weekends, I could already feel the sweat dripping down my back from the two minutes standing on the street. We were still standing in front of the hotel and the door would open, when tourists left and entered the building, each time a crisp, air-conditioned wind would blow past us, our only relief. I decided, right then, I would make a goal, one that I would stick to this weekend–stay cool and stay inside, preferably in bed with a hot redhead. I had redheads on the brain.
Martinez and I had just been on a standard protection detail for one of the high-roller celebs that like to frequent the Big Easy. With the skyrocketing murder rate and the threat of some kind of viral infection that was spreading in most of the major cities, we were constantly being called to escort New Orleans’ wealthy as they went about their business. The world was going to shit, lucky for me, when the world went to shit, everyone wanted a grunt at their side.