Thursday, September 27, 2012

The Zombie Always Knocks Twice Blog Tour!

Zombie mania has been in full force, sweeping the nation with shows like AMC's The Walking Dead, countless comics, and thousands of zombie books all striving to get a "new" take on the shambling, rotting, corpses that we know and love :) Today I am pleased to present a completely original Zombie...the zombie that lives among us and has to be laid to rest by Necromancers! Welcome to the Zombie Always Knocks Twice Blog Tour!!
The Zombie Always Knocks twice is book ONE of the Hollyweird Series by E. Van Lowe which means you haven't missed out on any of the shambling fun! I love it when I find out about a great series before anyone else, and I can assure you that the Hollyweird books (at least judging from bk 1) will be one of the greats! Here's a little more about this fab new book! 

The Zombie Always Knocks Twice
E. Van Lowe
Hollyweird #1
 Genre: YA Paranormal
Publisher: Imajin
Cover Artist: Ryan Doan
Kindle ebook: 978-1-926997-74-2
Trade paperback: 978-1-926997-81-0
Page Count: 177 pages
 Book Description:

Hollywood California, Swimming pools, movie stars… and now the risen dead. Hollywood can be a difficult place to grow up, especially if you’re Kristine Golden, a fifteen-year-old necromancer with a sworn duty to lay the risen dead back to rest and no desire to be in the movie business. When handsome deadie Alex Romero swaggers into her life, Kris must keep her promise, despite her growing feelings for him.  If that’s not enough to give a girl a headache, a murderous zombie comes knocking at Kris’ door, rocking her world and threatening her family. Can Kris solve the mystery of the rampaging zombie before someone else winds up dead? Or will the walking dead take over Hollywood and turn it into… Hollyweird?

 As a special treat for you guys today, I've got an exclusive excerpt from when the heroine of our newest favorite series, Kris, meets her love interest :) 

Excerpt: The Zombie Always Knocks Twice

The man coming up the block toward us in the hooded sweatshirt stopped directly in our path, about ten feet away.  The hood dropped revealing his face.  The hair on the left side of his head had been shaved off revealing tiny bits of bony white scalp.  Huge staples held his crooked jaw in place.  There was a large indentation in his forehead from some sort of blunt force impact.  His left eye was covered with a milky, white cataract, and the right drooped unnaturally into his cheek.
My breath caught yet again.  Standing before us was a zombie.
‘LEAVE US ALONE!” the zombie screeched.  Then he took off on a dead run and plowed into Alex with the impact a freight train.
Just great, I thought.  Hollyweird—where the dead come out to play.
  Zombies aren’t what the movies make them out to be—slow moving, brain dead, brain suckers.  They’re the result of a raising gone bad.  They can be strong, and fast, and very dangerous.   Also, a bite from a zombie won’t make you a member of the living dead, although I’m sure it must hurt like hell.
The one that plowed into Alex was almost six feet tall and about seventeen years old.  He hit Alex with inhuman force, propelling him backward. They slammed into a parked car that seemed to explode on impact.  The twisting metal and shattering glass sounded like a horrible automobile accident.  The car was totaled, and Alex was embedded into the passenger side, like a toy soldier into a wad of Play Doh. 
“Oh, God!” I screamed. 
Alex’s eyes were closed.  He wasn’t moving… but the zombie was.  He peeled himself away from Alex and the wreckage.
“Zombie!” I called at the top of my lungs.  “I command you to tell me who raised you and what you are doing here.”
The zombie faced me, a puzzled look on his distorted face.  It dawned on me he hadn’t known I was a necromancer until then—not that it made a difference.  He wasn’t bound to me so he didn’t have to answer my questions.  I was bluffing.
“LEAVE US ALONE!” He screamed in response.  He started for me and a wave of fear rippled my gut.
“I command you to stay back!”  I called, but my voice was cracking, my words lacked conviction.  I took a few shaky steps backward.  The zombie continued toward me.
Just then the sound of twisting metal snagged both our attention.  Alex’s eyes were open, and he was separating himself from the wreckage.  He shed the automobile with the ease of a snake shedding an old skin.  He began advancing on the zombie.
“What’s going on down there?”  We all looked up and saw three men, all Johnny do-gooders, running up the block in our direction.
“Leave her alone,” one of them called.
The zombie looked from the advancing men to Alex and me.
“Hhhhh!”  Hot breath hissed angrily at us.  Then he took off past us like a deer, bounding up the block.  By the time the men reached us he was nowhere in sight.
“You ok?” one of them asked.
“Yes.  He… attacked us?”
“What the heck happened here?” Another of the men asked.  He was staring at the twisted pile of metal that used to be a Buick.
Before I could open my mouth, Alex launched into an explanation.  “My girl and I were out for a stroll, and he was taking a sledge hammer to that car when we happened upon him.  Guess it was some kind of vendetta.  And when he saw us he decided to add us to the list.”  The lie flowed from his lips effortlessly.
“Hey, aren’t you on that TV show?” the third man asked.
Alex smiled.  “The Beloved.  Yes.  You watch it?” 
“No, but my girlfriend does.  She can’t get enough of you vampire guys.”
Any suspicions the men may have had about our presence on the street or Alex molesting me immediately vanished.  Alex was a bona fide Hollywood star.  I guess they thought all stars were boy scouts.  Where have they been? 
Several minutes and three autographs later the men were gone, and Alex and I were walking back to the party.
“You told that lie like you do it all the time,” I said.
“I’m a dead person among the living.  I do do it all the time.”
That wasn’t what I was talking about, but I didn’t push it.  He seemed annoyed.  I guess being attacked by a zombie wasn’t an everyday occurrence for him either.
“If it makes you feel any better, I memorized the car’s plate number.  I’ll take care of the damage,” he said, his words softening. 
“Thanks.  That does make me feel better.”  I wanted to hold my tongue, but I couldn’t.   “So, you have any enemies who’d want to send a zombie after you?”
“I don’t have any enemies.  I’m a lover not a fighter.”  The annoyance was back.
“Maybe you loved the wrong woman.”
“I’m dead.  I can’t love any woman,” he replied.  The words were seething with anger or pain.  I couldn’t tell which.
“He said ‘leave us alone.’  Who’s us?” I asked.
“I don’t know!”
 He was getting agitated again so I dropped the subject.  But not without noting there was more to Alex than he was telling me.   A vindictive zombie had been set loose in Hollywood.  It was something I needed to look into along with the deadie from the diner.  My, my, I was suddenly a very busy girl.
The you better go get the book!

Thanks for checking out the tour! Make sure to read my review of The Zombie Always Knocks Twice below, and guess what? Mr. Lowe has offered up a FABULOUS prize pack for the winner of this giveaway! Not only will we be giving out 10 kindle copies of The Zombie Always Knocks Twice, but there's more!
Prize pack includes: zombie bag, zombie zone caution tape, fake brains in a meat container (because what's a zombie prize pack without brains right), two rubber duckies, a large bloody hand print sticker, Bat Bite hand sanitizer, Halloween theme bottle stickers, a purple skull mug, and a Bewitching notebook, pen, and necklace. To enter please use the rafflecopter below and May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor! a Rafflecopter giveaway


  1. Oh wow this book sounds fun. Loved the excerpt will definitely have to put this on the ole wishlist.

  2. haha..this sounds like a fun read, thanks for sharing the excerpt. I love getting a sneak peak at the book :)