What do I love more than finding one great book? Finding a bunch of great books to fuel my reading appetite for more than a few days. I love finding new authors who are similar enough to authors I already like, but different enough that I’m not just reading the same story over and over again. There is really nothing worse than finishing a book you loved only for the next book you read to be utterly terrible.
But there is a solution!
Nine authors (R. L. Blalock, Armand Rosamilia, Claire C. Riley, Jay Wilburn, T. W. Piperwood, Bobby Adair, Eric Shelman, Adrienne Lecter, and Mark P. DeBryan) have teamed up to bring readers some of the best books of the zombie genre. The Zombie Book Buzz is a cooperative newsletter aimed at bringing readers all the stuff they want to know about their favorite zombie authors without all the extra fluff they don’t want. The newsletter includes information on new releases, sales, and contests and giveaways. That’s it!
You’ll only receive the email once a month.
If you sign up before SEPTEMBER 1ST, you’ll be entered to win The Ultimate Zombie Book Box. Nine fantastic zombie books. Just for signing up!​

Happy reading my little book whores! 

Claire xxx

​Eli Constant:

Eli is the author of Dead Trees, Dead Trees 2, Mastic, DRAG.N, The Water is Sweeter, Z-Children Awakening, and is a contributor to the following anthologies: Let’s Scare Cancer to Death, benefitting the V Foundation, State of Horror: New Jersey, State of Horror: Illinois, & Fading Hope. Her books are available in eBook, paperback, & audio formats.

Eli lives in Virginia with her husband and three daughters.
Over the past decade, Eli attended several universities- USC-L, Columbia College, Texas A&M, George Mason U- and studied everything from Mariculture to Material Science to Differential Equations. Settling on Biology, Eli participated in research fellowships in Texas and at NIH in Maryland until she finally settled into a lab in Sterling, VA where she focused herself on mastering diagnosis procedures and implementations of histology and pathology.

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BV Barr:

Ben has been teaching Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape (SERE) continually since 1981 when he joined the USAF as a “Survival Instructor”.
Members of the Rangers, Green Berets, Para-rescue, Combat Control, Navy SEALs, Air Force Crew Members and MARSOC have all been his students. Outside the military, he has taught people from the DEA, Local Law Enforcement, Department of Natural Resources, the FBI, and other Federal Agencies. With over 12 years in the disaster mitigation and security fields, his advice on the development of advanced survival systems is irreplaceable and his knowledge of the physical and psychological aspects of both manmade and natural disasters is unparalleled in the survival world.

Check out Ben’s survival company:

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Focusing on the terminal building instead of the lonely plane and tents, I saw them. They were near the concourse of the tarmac. They seemed to be…
I had to swallow, wet my suddenly dry throat, but I could not because there was no moisture left in my mouth; just the desert, just the discomfort. They seemed to be playing some kind of game. The Nikons were good, but not powerful enough to make out the details of their movements.
There was a lot of them—running, opening and closing their mouths as if they were shouting. I saw it then, the pale orb that bounced about on the ground, rolling quickly from beast to beast, routinely being punted in the opposite direction. Each kick seemed deliberate, not just for sport, but also with the aim of hitting another of the Z kids. Each time it struck one of the monsters, it seemed to leave a splash of fluid behind.
A soccer ball. That had to be what it was. The dark coloring I was seeing against the pale expanse was the telltale decoration of your average, everyday soccer ball.
Soccer meant to hurt, the ball meant to slam into shoulders and faces.
But still a game.
Still a damn game. Still something a human child would be doing.
Looking out the driver’s side window, my gaze went to the clouds in the sky; they were slowly rolling by like pale honey across an uneven countertop. They were so normal, like the child’s play, so unobtrusively reminiscent of what it would be like to have a calm day with everything operating as it should. They were unassuming, wispy things that made me hate the world as it was now so much more than I had just seconds before staring at their movement against the pale blue.
I set the binoculars on the dash of the truck, looked around, and rolled down the window. I needed to see closer. I needed more detail.
 Carefully, I lifted the .06 from the floorboards and rested it on the half-down glass. The old gun was now sporting a very powerful variable scope, one of those that I never could have afforded before the world went to shit. Couldn’t afford it now—except through the generosity of Jesse. I spun the scope’s dial up to its maximum 24 power and looked through the eyeglass. I had bore-sighted it with a laser while I was in the shop, but until I pulled the trigger, I wouldn’t know exactly where the round would land. I only knew that the end game of its journey would be damn close to the bullseye.
I had to take a few moments to get it sharply focused, but soon my prey became realized in crystal clarity. They were still playing their monstrous amalgam of dodge ball and soccer. There were adults wandering closer to the game now, and when one ventured too near the sport, a Z kid seemed to take great delight in knocking them to the ground and trampling across their bodies.
There were so many things I wanted to know watching the scene. Where did they get the ball? Could things get anymore fucked up? I tried to focus on the actual ball, but it was going by so fast now—a blur of black and white becoming gray—like the tiny orb in a pinball machine.
That’s what it was.
It was zombie pinball.
I started to imagine the dinging as the ball was launched to and fro. Ding. Ding. Ding. Waiting for one of them to miss or waiting for the ball to disappear into some unseen hole and then magically reappear.
So messed up.
I blinked, prepared to give up on following the ball’s movement.
Then it rolled to a stop.
I stared at it, blinked again, and took a mental breath that did nothing to steady me.
 
*Can you guess what the ‘ball’ is? Not some black and white orb pumped up with air (unless the original owner of the ‘ball’ was decidedly empty-headed)… Got the mental picture now? Yes? Can we say that maybe my dad and I are totally twisted? Yes. Yes, I think we can.*
To further solidify how very fucked-up in the head we are, let’s go on to the second excerpt:

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​Refocusing my gaze and my weapon, I saw, in morbid clarity, what I was facing. And it was a nightmare. A Cirque du Freak that overshadowed any horror I’d yet seen. It was an apparition straight out of a filmmaker’s most bizarre and unsettling dream. The most disturbing film come to life to haunt the living.
 Not just a Z kid, but a Siamese twin Z.
They were conjoined at the hip and, in unison, both heads turned and snarled at me; the sounds the twins made were identical, a chorus of hunger and predatory excitement. One head let out a gut-wrenching cry that rocked me to my core and the second focused on me with murder in its eyes. Then it leaped, leaving the two by four window barrier in an arc that was amazingly graceful and coordinated despite its four legs. Its mouths opened and closed. Opened. Closed. The teeth were stained crimson and black. The eyes were pale, catching flashes of light that turned them glossy white as it sailed towards me in a death flight.
This time I was ready, and I did not miss.
The gun barked three times, the open slide working flawlessly as it fed one round after another into the chamber. The right head of the creature exploded in an obsidian spray of fluid and gray matter. The second and third rounds burrowed into the conjoined Z’s chest, leaving small, but no-less damning wounds.
Unceremoniously, the creature fell to the ground. The uninjured head, like a fish out of water, gasped and clung to life with ferocity.

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​​Yeah… not just zombie children, but conjoined twins. CONJOINED TWINS... I will have nightmares later. Better find your nightlight before you begin reading this one!

Happy reading my little book whores! 

Claire xxx

Happy Monday...wait, what? ;-)

I recently got to interview the very awesome Bobby Akart and talk prepping and writing. Have a read and then head over to Amazon to pick up a new great read. I can assure you that you will not be dissapointed!

Claire

​Bobby is a six-time Amazon #1 Bestselling Author and has achieved Amazon Top 100 Author status in all five fiction and non-fiction genre categories.
He has provided his readers a diverse range of topics that are both informative and entertaining. His attention to detail and impeccable research has earned him over ninety percent four and five star ratings for his ten releases to date.
After receiving his undergraduate degree with a dual major in Economics and Political Science, Bobby went on to receive his Juris Doctorate and a Master’s Degree in Business. He not only understands how the economy works, but the impact politics has on the economy as well.

He lives in the back woods of the Cumberland Plateau with the love of his life, his wife Dani, and their two English Bulldogs a/k/a The Princesses of the Palace.

What do you do when you’re not writing about the end of days or things that go bump in the night?

B- Is that allowed? Hey, I want to renegotiate my contract!
C- Ha! No renegotiating!
B- Seriously, my wife is extremely supportive of my writing. When I’m not behind the keyboard, I want to spend every moment with her and the Princesses of the Palace—Bullie and Boom.
C. That sounds pretty perfect if you ask me, Bobby.
Before writing, what was your previous vocation, and how did your journey lead you to this destination?

B- Once upon a time, I lived another life as an attorney, restaurant owner, and developer of commercial real estate. But I turned in my wingtips and custom suits for flip flops and shorts.
C- wow! That's insane. I can't imagine you as an attorney!

B- Since 2001, Dani and I have developed a variety of home décor websites online. We enjoyed the online business world but began to realize that Amazon was going to take over the online shopping market. After my first release hit #1 Best Seller status in Amazon’s Action, Adventure category, we decided to sell out of the online retail sites so that I could devote full-time to writing. We’re thrilled with our decision!

C- As are your readers, I'n sure :)

There are a lot of authors co-writing at the moment. If you could co-write with any other author (alive or dead), who would it be?

B- Nobody. Been there. Done that. No thanks.
​C - That doesnt sound like you've had a good experience at all.

Tell me about your latest book, something unusual if possible.
Anything in particular that you want to say about it? Where did you draw the inspiration from? Favourite characters?

B- This will be breaking news for your readers and fans. I just announced the conclusion of The Boston Brahmin series which included best-sellers in Political and Financial Thrillers. CHOOSE FREEDOM, book six of The Boston Brahmin series, will be released 09.29.16.
Now, for the breaking news. I will be releasing 36 HOURS, book one of my newly created post-apocalyptic Blackout series. Here is the cover art:

36 HOURS, Book One, The Blackout Series
WHAT WOULD YOU DO
 if a voice was screaming in your head - GET READY . . .
 for a catastrophic event of epic proportions . . .
 with no idea where to start . . .
 or how, or when?
 This is a true story, it just hasn't happened yet. 
A new dystopian, post-apocalyptic fiction series from six-time bestselling author Bobby Akart (The Boston Brahmin series and the Prepping for Tomorrow series).
 
The characters depicted in The Blackout Series are fictional. The events, however, are based upon fact.
This is not the story of preppers with stockpiles of food, weapons, and a hidden bunker. This is the story of Colton Ryman, his stay-at-home wife, Madison, and their teenage daughter, Alex. In 36 Hours, the Ryman family and the rest of the world will be thrust into the darkness of a post-apocalyptic world.
They've never heard of preppers and have no concept of what prepping entails. But they're learning, while they run out of time.
A catastrophic solar flare - a threat from above to America's soft underbelly below - is hurdling towards our planet. 
It's happened before, and it will happen again, in only 36 Hours.

Note: This book does not contain strong language. It is intended to entertain and inform audiences of all ages. Although some scenes depict the realistic threat our nation faces from a devastating solar flare, and the societal collapse which will result in the aftermath, it does not contain graphic scenes typical of other books in the post-apocalyptic genre.

What are you working on next and when can we expect it?

B- Expect 36 HOURS, book one in The Blackout Series, to be available the last week of July. I am winding it up now and will immediately start on the second installment titled ZERO HOUR, which releases in late August.

Are you a prepper with an apocalypse plan in place, or are you just going to wing it? (I think I know the answer to this, Bobby, therefore can you give the readers a little idea on how you have prepared yourself)

B- Our journey to a preparedness lifestyle started in 2008 when we lived in Las Vegas. Nevada was ground zero for the housing market collapse in the United States. As people walked away from their mortgages, they trashed their homes in the process—stealing lighting and plumbing fixtures. They evened stripped the copper wiring for resale!
This opened our eyes to how fragile our society is, and how thin the layer of civilization can be. We chose a home deep in the backwoods of the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with the intention of being as far away from metropolitan areas as possible.
As we adopted a preparedness lifestyle, I began to share my knowledge with others on social media—first on Twitter, @FreedomPreppers, and then with the www.FreedomPreppers.com website.
Dani and I are committed preppers anticipating a long-term, grid down scenario. We have a comprehensive preparedness plan for every potential collapse event, even the Zombie Apocalypse!
C- American's definitely take prepping much more seriously than the UK, though we do have prepping here, it's nothing like the scale you have.
What’s your apocalypse/horror song?

B- "When the World is Running Down, You Make the Best of What's Still Around" by The Police
C- Good choice!
What aspects of writing do you find the hardest?

B- I’ve always had a healthy respect for the value of time. I have to clear my head and clear my to-do list before I can sit down for the morning and write. Life is full of distractions, and it can be very difficult to focus on the task at hand. Give me six hours of uninterrupted time in my loft, and I’ll give you five thousand quality words of my latest story.
C- I'm exactly the same. As long as I'm not constantly interrupted I can get out a good chunk of words. I started 2-3 years ago aiming for a minimum of 2k a day, but since I write full time now I've increased it to 4-5k though on a really good day I can get 6-8k out easily.
It's not lack of ideas I struggle with, and I have a great group of writers I can bounce ideas off, it's the non-interrupted time I struggle with.

Checkout the radio interview I did with Bobby over at Prepper Broadcasting a few weeks ago.
Prepping For Tomorrow:Claire C Riley

I hope you enjoyed the interview. Be sure to take a listen to our radio interview, as well as many of the others Bobby holds. And definitely check out his work. He's a fantastic writer, with some amazing end of the world scenarios that are sure to get your mind running overtime!

Finally, I have the first two books in my Dead Saga Series on sale this week. Head over to Amazon and one-click your copies while theyre on sale :))

Claire x