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December 10, 2012

Barely Alive Blog Tour Excerpt & Giveaway

 
 
 
 

 

Barely Alive

***This is a MATURE YA themed series. There are adult themes and strong language.***

In twelve weeks, seventeen-year-old Paul Ledger will be dead. At least he hopes so.

Paul is trapped in the worst cult the United States has ever seen. Infected with a zombie virus, symptoms culminate in a dead body but thriving mind over a course of twelve weeks. If he doesn’t earn the final death he longs for, he’ll be chained in a basement facility, moaning for human flesh for eternity.

Sent out to kidnap girls for food, toys, or whatever the boss wants, Paul nabs Heather McCain. He’s not a fan of humans as a general rule, but even his graying skin and insatiable hunger for her flesh don’t stop her from reaching out to him. Give him the second chance he doesn’t know he needs.

Overcome by his cravings, Paul bites her delectable skin. Amazingly, she doesn’t develop the zombie-like side effects. When the boss discovers Heather’s immunity, he gives Paul an ultimatum – deliver up Heather and her family to continue the research or watch as Paul’s brother suffers the zombie fate.

Paul has a chance to endure his short zombie existence knowing his brother is safe. But he’ll have to sacrifice Heather to do it.

 
 
 

Falling Apart


*This is book #2 in the Barely Alive series. This series is sequential and should not be read out of order.*
** This is ADULT THEMED and for MATURE YA audiences. Language and content is - again - mature.**

Days slip through Paul’s graying fingers. Humanity faces the end. His brother has the virus and is dying, too.

Paul’s hopes ride on Heather’s genetic code. Her immunity leaves her unchanged and untouchable. What would she see in the zombie he was becoming anyway?

Dominic’s army of infected grows, capturing the south and leaving little alive in its wake.

While Paul and his friends work on the vaccine, protecting the north becomes protecting the world. Heather is taken hostage and Paul races toward Dominic to save his heart.

With his time “alive” shortened, Paul must do more than protect the uninfected. He has to get his brother and Heather back to Sandpoint before the zombies find them. Paul needs to survive the upcoming war before he finds himself defecting to the other side and leaving Heather to Dominic’s mercy.

He has three days to get the cure or he might as well find a fire to call home.

 
 
 

Mostly Dead


*This is book #3 in the Barely Alive series. This series is sequential and should not be read out of order.*
** This is ADULT THEMED and for MATURE YA audiences. Language and content is - again - mature.**

Time is running out and Paul’s original wish for death looms.

As his skin grays and hunger becomes uncontrollable, the world burns.

Heather and Paul have fallen for each other, but with life and death barricading them apart, and the potential cure disappearing into time, they have no hope.

Paul’s hunger is all-consuming. He has to walk into the flames, join Dominic, or eat everyone he loves.

Can he save anyone, if not himself?

 
 
 

Bonnie R. Paulson mixes her science and medical background with reality and possibilities to make even myths seem likely and give every romance the genetic strength to survive. Bonnie has discovered a dark and twisty turn in her writing that she hopes you enjoy as much as she has enjoyed uncovering it. Dirt biking with her family in the Northwest keeps her sane.

 

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Barely Alive


Falling Apart


Mostly Dead


 

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Barely Alive


Falling Apart

EXCERPT
 
Elk was hella delicious. Raw. I’d never had it cooked, but by the time I’d found the herd, I don’t think I would’ve waited to take a piss before eating. I snapped the herd bull’s neck and took down a smaller cow elk. The rest finally caught on I was out for blood and they scattered into the woods, the thunder of hooves on moss fading quickly into the shady forest.

I devoured a significant portion of the largest one. I couldn’t wrench the ivories from the bull’s jaw, so I decapitated him with a nearby rock and cradled the head under my arm and swung the smaller female on my shoulders. The going was a bit rough, but nothing stopped me. The meat filled me. Iron rustled through my blood. I could breathe again. The unbelievable relief slid along my extremities. The gray disappeared almost before my eyes. Hey, yeah, Paul is back!

Every waft of air didn’t leave my fingers freezing and the minute hairs moving on my arms didn’t itch. For the briefest moment, normal returned. I adapted. The animal weight on my back didn’t exist with the return of my invincibility. If I pumped my fist into the air, would anyone see me?

My trip hadn’t taken long. I rushed onto the lawn and dropped the elk on the porch. Her blood had marked me and I stripped off my shirt before heading inside the house, flexing my pecs because they’d returned to their full selves and didn’t resemble a pre-teens concave chest. Yeah, Heather should see me now.

And, there she was. Holy crap, she was staring at me, too. I froze. I couldn’t look away. Our eyes met and the kiss from the night before tingled on my lips. Maybe my nerves were extremely sensitive around her regardless of how well I’d been fed or how recently. She seemed to have an odd effect on my physiology – not to mention my anatomy. Her gaze strayed to my wide shoulders and lower to my stomach. I wanted to cross my arms over my chest.

Heather met my eyes again, but only after having her fill of the view. Jeesh, the girl relegated me to a specimen in moments. Should I be flattered or feel exploited? I wasn’t some Chippendale. Her lips tilted, not into a smile but the suggestion of something for later. I hoped. She angled her body toward James’s room. “Grandma Jean said we should move him outside as soon as you get back, but he’s not letting anyone touch him. Says it hurts too much.” Aw, her voice created goose bumps where I was definitely not cold. She screwed her mouth to the side. “Plus, I’m not sure we can carry him. Connie and Travis are stuck in the library working hard on theories. Grandma Jean and I can’t carry him by ourselves. Your mom refuses to touch him when he screams.” She offered a small smile, I’m sure to reassure me and maybe to offer apologies. She’d tried.

I’d have to muscle James out. He’d have a complete turnaround once he had some meat in his stomach, just like when he was shot.

“Thanks, Heather. I got this.” I passed her, brushing against her arm with my chest… okay, totally on purpose, but my physique had returned and I couldn’t help it. “Sorry.” She looked down, her cheeks pink. Yeah, I still had it. If only she knew she tore me up inside, more than a simple flush would reveal.

Inside James’s room, Connie, Grandma Jean, and Mom gathered by the window, murmuring between themselves. I sought my brother in the bed, prepared to roll my eyes and make a face at the women clucking in the corner. But I forgot my intention and couldn’t stop myself from bursting out, “Holy crap, James. What’d you do while I was gone? Hell.” He’d grayed – and I don’t mean his fingertips – I mean his face, his chest, his upper arms, hell, even his lower arms. He matched the way my fingers had been no more than an hour ago. He hadn’t had the virus long enough to make that drastic of a change.

Without asking his permission or giving him a warning, I wrapped the comforter around him and bundled him into a cradle hold. He winced, a small moan breaking free. His feverish eyes flicked from object to object. He licked his lips, a dry rasp when his tongue hit flesh.

“Let’s go, bro.” I rushed him, jostling as little as possible, to the front door and onto the deck. I settled him onto the porch swing. He sighed when I released him. His head lulled to the side, his mouth agape. The immediate lethargy freaked me out.

I looked at the elk body, two inches from his feet and a head surrounded by blood. He didn’t acknowledge their presence. I was going to have to feed him. Fine. Whatever. He wasn’t dying on me. Not yet.

Dropping beside the closest body, I tore into the tough skin and yanked out a chunk of flank muscle. I shoved the entire handful into James’s mouth. He didn’t move. Nothing. I grasped his lower jaw in my fingers and forced him to chew, up, down, up, down. “Come on, James. You need to swallow. Just give me one good swallow and I’ll leave you alone. Promise.” Like hell I would, but in that exact moment, I’d say or do whatever the hell he needed to hear.

In the distance, a phone rang, the tinny peal loud in the silence yet subdued beneath my heavy breathing

 
 

 

 

 
 
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