Finding
Eden
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.
Life
After the Undead
Book One
Pembroke Sinclair
Pembroke Sinclair
Genre: YA Horror
Publisher: eTreasures
Publishing
ISBN: ISBN-10: 1937809013
ISBN-13: 978-1937809010
Number of pages: 356
Cover Artist: Jerrod
Brown
Book Description:
The world has come to an
end. It doesn’t go out with a bang, or even a whimper. It goes out
in an orgy of blood and the dead rising from their graves to feast on
living flesh. As democracy crumples and the world melts into anarchy,
five families in the U.S. rise to protect the survivors.
The undead hate a humid
environment, so they are migrating westward to escape its
deteriorating effects. The survivors are constructing a wall in North
Platte to keep the zombie threat to the west, while tyranny rules
among the humans to the east.
Capable but naïve Krista
is 15 when the first attacks occur, and she loses her family and
barely escapes with her life. She makes her way to the wall and
begins a new life. But, as the undead threat grows and dictators
brainwash those she cares about, Krista must fight not only to
survive but also to defend everything she holds dear—her country,
her freedom, and ultimately those she loves.
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.
Giveaway details:
I've recently completed my nonfiction zombie book.
To celebrate this accomplishment, I am giving away three zombie survival kits, which will include Life After the Undead, Death to the Undead, and Finding Eden, along with some fun zombie extras.
If you don't want to risk not winning one of these exciting survival kits, I am also taking orders for them. They will be $40, which includes U.S. shipping. If interested, please email me at pembrokesinclair[at]hotmail[dot]com.
Thanks ~Pembroke.
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