Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Spotlight: My Zombie Boyfriend by T. Strange

Today we shine the spotlight on 

T. Strange


My Zombie Boyfriend 


Edward Grey is a medical student by day, necromancer by night. He lives alone with the first zombie he ever raised, his childhood cat, Boo. Edward’s life is simple: studying medicine, training his necromantic powers with his mentor, Mariel, and having weekly dinners with his parents. When he finds a very attractive corpse in a park and brings it home to reanimate, he creates a sassy, free-willed zombie who believes Edward is the one who murdered him.

With no memory of his former life, Edward names the zombie Kit and tries to win his trust. Kit slowly adjusts to his new un-life with Edward’s help, though he’s still suspicious of Edward’s role in his death and is convinced that Edward is hiding his former identity. Edward is very attracted to Kit, but understands why Kit doesn’t trust him. As they become closer to one another, Kit turns to Edward for comfort and love. The fragile trust they’ve built together will be tested when Kit unexpectedly regains his memory and seeks revenge on his murderers.


Chapter One

The night air was cool, crisp, and smelled like Halloween—dying leaves, pumpkins and cinnamon. The moon was nearly full and a deep, harvest orange. Most of the leaves had fallen, leaving the branches bare, dark and twisting against the sky. It hadn’t snowed yet, though frost covered the leaves, and they crunched in a very satisfying way when I stepped on them.

I took my time walking home, enjoying the night. It was nice to be outside, even after dark. I started to get a little cold, so I buttoned my coat to my chin and took a shortcut through the park near my house.

The paths through the park were brightly lit, but on either side were thick bushes with paths through them that neighbourhood children had made. I passed some freshly broken branches and saw a splash of colour through the opening. Not only children used the park, and I assumed it was a couple having sex, or someone doing drugs.
I didn’t hear anything.

“Hello? Are you okay in there?” No one answered. If someone was hurt, I needed to help them. It was too cold to be outside with no more than a few bare branches for shelter. I hoped I wasn’t about to be mugged.

I had to duck to get into the bushes. Even bare of leaves, the branches were dense enough that I couldn’t see very far ahead. When I was able to look up, the moonlight perfectly filled a small clearing, and there she was, exactly in the center, as though someone had placed her there. All I could see was a tumble of blonde hair, limbs thrown in every direction.

“Hello? Are you okay?” I asked again. The woman was face down, wearing tight jeans, a long sleeved shirt and a sweater vest. Her hair had fallen aside, allowing me to see a small Japanese symbol tattooed on the back of her neck. She didn’t seem to be moving or breathing.

I rolled her over—oh. Not a woman. A very pretty young man, who looked perhaps a few years younger than I did. He offered no resistance when I moved him, and his head flopped, boneless, at the end of his neck. I turned him as carefully as I could, but his shoulder bent beneath him at an unnatural angle. He didn’t protest. 
Drugs or alcohol could cause that sort of limpness.

I had to believe he wasn’t dead.

Now that I had rolled him over, I could see that he’d been beaten, and very badly. His face covered in dried blood. His nose was at an odd angle, but there was very little swelling. Not a good sign.

I leaned in close, speaking in first one ear and then the other. “My name is Edward Grey. I’m a doctor—well, a medical student. You’re going to be okay.”

He didn’t respond.

He didn’t move.

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About the author:

T. Strange didn't want to learn how to read, but literacy prevailed and she hasn't stopped reading—or writing—since. She's been published since 2013, and she writes M/M romance in multiple genres. T.'s other interests in-clude cross stitching, gardening, watching terrible horror movies, playing video games, and finding injured pi-geons to rescue.

Originally from White Rock, BC, she lives on the Canadian prairies, where she shares her home with her wife, cats, guinea pigs and other creatures of all shapes and sizes. She's very easy to bribe with free food and drinks—especially wine.

She can be found on Facebook and Twitter by searching T. Strange, or you can email her.


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