Tribe of the Undead, Book 1 Servant of the Undead
Having sex with an ice-covered, smudgy-eyed woman in
tattered fishnets and a barely-there mini-skirt is Hayden Thomas’ first
mistake. His second: thinking he’s in control of what happens next.
The city of Boston is held hostage by a snow storm and rumors
are spreading about zombies roaming the streets, looking for human flesh.
Hayden Thomas, tabloid newspaper writer, is out to get something fresh about
zombies for his editor. At the Boston Public Library, Hayden uncovers some old
research that suggests that some zombie tribes survive by having constant sex
instead of eating human flesh.
Mattie, a zombie out looking for information on a rival
tribe, finds Hayden and uses him for sex. After using him, she discovers his
research. She wants to find out how to reverse herself and become one of the
living again, so she decides to keep Hayden as her sexual servant so she can
use him for information as well as sex.
Tribe of the Undead, Book 2 Mistress of the Undead
The city of Boston is infected with zombies, roaming the
streets and seeking human flesh—not to eat but to use as sexual servants.
Mattie, one of the tribe, wants out. She’ll do anything, manipulate, cheat,
lie, to get what she needs to break free from the sex cult.
Hayden Thomas, tabloid reporter and wonderkid, knows first
hand how cruel and consuming Mattie can be. Book smart, a good writer, and
willing to do anything to get the story that will take his career to the next
level, he’s made some depraved enemies.
In a city that thrives on scandal and conspiracy, nothing is
coincidence. Beware: once you’re in,
you’re in.
Tribe of the Undead, Book 3
Disciple of the Undead
The city of Boston has a new infection, the Tribexx fandom. Tribexxers imitate the perverted and cruel lifestyle of the Tribe of the Undead, the mythical sex-cult zombies that capture humans to use as sexual servants. Its all fun and games, they say, because no one actually gets hurt.
Reluctant rich kid, Nidhi Bansal, made some mistakes. Now out of rehab and in a prestigious graduate program, she’s walking the straight and narrow path to a respectable professorship. Hooking up with a tantalizingly dangerous girl who seems to have two things Nidhi wants—sexual adventure and inside information—rapidly goes from difficult to dreadful. Nidhi’s research and relationship drive her deep into Boston’s most deviant crowd, a group of elites who do not want to be disturbed.
In a city that thrives on wealth and power, everything is up for grabs.
New Vintage Pulp: Zombies, two stories
Bait by Isabelle Drake
On the floor of Cade's truck were three cans of Reddi Wip,
two chocolate and one plain. There was also a pile of Taco Bell trash and an
empty fifth of Jack. A lavender thong hung from the truck's shifter, his
t-shirt was twisted around his left forearm and his wrist was handcuffed to the
steering wheel. So it had been yes. He opened the other eye. The 45 on the
dashboard was a beauty. Black. Solid. Looked trustworthy. But seeing it there
probably meant that yes should've been no.
I Won't Stay Buried by Grant Bailie
It's a hell of a thing to wake up dead. For one thing, you
don't notice right away. You’d think you would, but you don’t. And there's that
taste in your mouth, but there are ways to explain that: you might have smoked
too much on Sunday night, or had three too many gin and tonics. It could be
gingivitis or halitosis. The point is, there are plenty of ways for someone’s
mouth to taste like death. On the morning it happened to me, I was dressed and
almost out the door when I became aware of a peculiar sensation. There was a
profound and internal stillness. Nothing inside me was moving.
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