The Z Word on Smashwords

My newest book, The Z Word, is the first of six books in this eponymous series.

Seffy Carter and her longtime friends Gareth, Addison and Lani. The four besties share a past dysfunctional and dark enough to keep them bound together under do-over identities. But rends develop in their relationships from the flesh-eating
pressures of ending up in 1980, in a Montana desert, surrounded by
zombies wearing dated disco duds.

The book is free at Smashwords through 10/6/11, and is also available for Kindle for 99 cents. I'm hoping Amazon will make it free for a time, and I'll let everyone know if that's the case.

I'll be having a contest starting July 6th, but any reviews, tweets, or posts about The Z Word will still be eligible to be entered. Prizes will include items from Juicy Couture, Victoria's Secret, and Amazon. Check my website for the latest.

Until then, join Seffy, who has no mad skillz, no sacred destiny--just a pink tracksuit that will take her places she never wanted to go...

Apocalypse Readiness

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The Brits always seem to be ahead with these things.

And then there's a handy cookbook.

And what one wears is always important.

Bottom line, there's no excuse not to be ready. And we know it's a matter of time because Wikipedia even has an article on it.

So stop moaning and groaning--get prepared!

About Apocalypse Babes

Apocalypse Babes has a touch of the fun supernatural seen in monster-of-the-week sci-fi TV shows along with some of the time-travel angst of Lost. All against a backdrop of altered 80s hits in a surreptitious nod toward roller disco movies.

The first novel, The Z Word, follows Persephone (known as Seffy) and her longtime friends Gareth, Addison and Lani. The four besties share a past dysfunctional and dark enough to keep them bound together under do-over identities. But rends develop in their relationships from the flesh-eating pressures of ending up in 1980, in a Montana desert surrounded by zombies wearing dated disco duds.