Remember when February 14th was a happy time, filled with candy and roses, presents and kisses? No, of course you don’t. No one does. Valentine’s Day has all but been forgotten. Now and forever, the date will only be remembered as the start of the Zombie Apocalypse.
Given the opportunity of a lifetime, Zelda Huggett struggles to create the perfect perfume for a famous pop star. Little does she know how the perfume will affect the celebrity – or all of the men in her life – once the Zombie Apocalypse begins….
***Important notice: This post-apocalyptic 44-page novella contains adult situations and mature language. Although this story contains some romance, it is very much NOT a traditional romance! Please be prepared for sex, violence and zombies***
"This story is fresh and original with elements that are definitely appealing to women readers. There's romance and butt-kicking zombie killing. The ending literally made my jaw drop, and smile in a very naughty kind of way. Let's just say perfume has taken on a special meaning. If I were you, I'd stock up. I'm just saying. My only gripe is that the story isn't longer. I'd love to find out what happens to Zee post-zompocalypse. So will you" -- Jada A. Washington
Suddenly, I couldn’t bear to stay in the bedroom, standing beside his body. I kissed his forehead, tear drops falling onto his face, before retreating into the living room. I pushed redial again.
This time, at last, there was a ringing sound.
“Emergency services,” a voice responded. It was a woman’s voice, sounding strained. “What is the nature of your emergency?”
“My – my boyfriend,” I stammered. “He’s not breathing. I think he’s dead.”
“Was it expected?”
“What?”
“His death. Was it sudden?”
“Yes!”
“Has he been in bad health? Struggling with disease? Elderly?”
“No, nothing like that.” I’d never called emergency services before but this wasn’t the conversation I’d expected.
“Get out of your house,” the operator said. “If you have a weapon, find it. Be prepared to use it.”
“A weapon? What are you talking about?”
I heard a sound from the bedroom. It was a cough, drier than before and lacking substance. It didn’t sound right.
It didn’t sound human.
The sound was followed by a rustling noise, as if someone was climbing out from under the sheets. I heard the thump of feet, dropping to the bedroom floor.
“Elliot?” I kept my back to the room behind me. I should have been delighted at the thought that my lover was still alive. Instead, a feeling of dread washed over me.
I turned toward the bedroom. In my ear, the operator said, “Run.”
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Translated by Stefano Vazzola
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Author review: A joy to work with, in every fashion. If you have the opportunity to work with Stefano, don't hesitate! |
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Translated by Karla Marques V.
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Author review: Wonderful to work with and greatly recommended! |
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Translated by Carlos Ilich Valenzuela
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Author review: I loved working with Carlos. He was fast, responded quickly to emails, and made this translation a pleasure. |
