The author is Lily Weidner and the two books are Submissive Zombie Slut and Southern Superstition.
SYNOPSIS:
Sarah is left for dead after a run in with a few zombies.
Fearing the worst, what can she do but wait? Sarah then discovers a hidden side
to the zombie apocalypse. Perhaps this isn’t the end of the world after all,
but merely the end of sex as Sarah knows it. These zombies aren't just seeking
brains; they need to satisfy an even more primal desire. Sarah is in for a
kinky night of group zombie sex when the zombies begin to having their way with
her. What she doesn’t expect is to discover a new side of her desire, a dark
side that longs for a world dominance and submission.
EXCERPT:
My hands remained pinned down, and there was nothing I could
do as she got on top of me. Her skirt was ripped to shreds, and there was
nothing left of her panties. The more my body moved to accommodate the body on
top of me, the more she moved closer. In a matter of seconds, she was
straddling my mouth. Her pussy was inches from my mouth, and curiosity got the
better of me. Until then, I’d always wondered what another woman would taste
like.
Slowly, my tongue reached up to her warm pussy. It was
surprisingly wet, and the taste of her filled me with a hungry desire. My hands
fought to be free, and eventually were able to hold the female in place. Her
juices ran down onto my mouth, and I licked even more intently. My tongue
parted her lips, and penetrated her as deep as possible. With my tongue deep
within her pussy, my lips sucked around her entrance. The female seemed to love
what I was doing, and it gained the attention of another male zombie.
The male zombie looked at the female on top of me with lust,
and he managed to bend her over. Not wanting to refuse, my grip loosened on her
legs. Seeking balance, the female gripped my ankles. I found myself trapped
underneath them, as the male excited the one of top of me. Her moans grew
louder, as the male began to thrust inside her. My head tilted back as far as
possible, and for a moment I watched his dick thrust continually into the
girl’s pussy. The sight of it made me extremely excited, and my mouth worked
its way up to the man’s dick
SYNOPSIS:
Austen and Samantha have turned away from their Southern
heritage. So their first night in their new house couldn’t be stranger. With
the lights out, and the bed their only furniture, Samantha finds that the past
comes back to haunt her. When the past suddenly takes human form, Samantha’s in
for a night of passion and erotic bliss. Sometimes being haunted by ghosts is
as bad as people think.
EXCERPT:
Austen slept peacefully beside her, and Samantha was left
staring at the ghostly intruder. He seemed to look at her, but then at times
seemed to look beyond her.
“Can…can I help you?”
His eyes met hers, but
otherwise did nothing. Hesitantly, she reached out to touch him. To her
surprise, her fingers made contact with his skin. There was a chill that ran
through her body, yet he still felt like flesh and blood.
This time he looked at her fingers, and then met her eyes.
“You can see me?”
Samantha nodded, not sure what to say. She wasn’t sure
why she was able to see him either, or what was even going on. The man seemed
shocked by this, and looked down at his simple bedding.
“Is that your husband?”
Looking back at the bed, Samantha
found herself blushing.
“He’s my boyfriend.”
There was a look of sadness on the man’s face, and then he
reached out and touched Samantha’s cheek.
“I had a wife like you.”
His touch
made her look at him again, and then a part of her smiled.
“Is that why you
sleep here?”
He looked at his bed, the gun he once carried in life still
resting beside it.
“I believed in something once. Something that can be true again.”
Shaking her head, Samantha didn’t have the heart to tell him
he would never see his dream fulfilled. His death had probably spared him the
reality of seeing how the war had turned out. It didn’t take much for her to
see that he wouldn’t be pleased with the outcome.
A part of her was now longing to comfort him, though she
didn’t quite know how to do so. Taking a chance, she reached out pulling his
mouth to hers.
Surprised, his hands wrapped around her waist pushing her
down onto his bedding. There were no words spoken between them, only his
insistent hands upon her body.
T.T.F.N.
1 comment:
Wow, an interesting pair of novels. I'm more interested in the ghost story than the zombies I think. Although I do adore menage.
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