The Time My Dead Dog Turned Into A Zombie And Came Back To Life
Ewe won’t believe this…
Even I didn’t believe it while it was happening.
But I had a rottweiler named Myka that I loved dearly. I adopted him from a shelter and used to post pictures of him on my author facebook occasionally because I loved him so much.
He got an aggressive form of cancer. We gave him radiation treatments and they worked for awhile, but the cancer spread to his lungs and we were forced to put him to sleep.
This devastated me. The veterinarian helped me take care of his remains. I got a plaque with an imprint of his little paw on it (adorable!) and a box with his ashes.
This is why I went into shock a year later when I received a phone call from a robocaller. It said that my dog, Myka, was alive and that they’d found him. I needed to call my veterinarian immediately.
I was light-headed, dizzy, and shaking. I had family members there and they asked me what was wrong. I said, “Someone just called me and told me that they have Myka and he’s still alive.”
The ashes of Myka were still in my living room. I hadn’t taken care of them yet and my heart galloped as I looked at them. This had to be some kind of joke. If not, then whose ashes were those that I had? Had they lied to me about his cancer all along? But I’d watched them put him to sleep…
Had he somehow come back to life? Was he a zombie?
I called my veterinarian, expecting them to clear up the misunderstanding. Instead, they double downed on it.
“Yes,” the woman said, when I asked her about Myka and the phone call. “We have your dog here. Someone found him wandering around and we identified him through his microchip. He’s ready for you to pick up.”
I paused for a long time. “But don’t you remember? You put Myka to sleep a year ago. How could someone have found him? How could he still be alive?”
The woman was in shock as well when I gave her this news. She was just as confused as I was. She’d never heard of something like this happening before.
I needed to make sure that it was really my dog, so I decided to ask the question, terrified of the answer, “What type of dog is Myka?”
“A Chihuahua,” she told me.
I was so relieved. A Chihuahua and a rottweiler couldn’t be more different. It turned out they had recycled his microchip number on a new dog, which they are never supposed to do, and my information was still on the microchip.
Yes, I loved Myka dearly. You don’t forget a wonderful, loving dog, but there was a part of me that was terrified of the idea of him having come back to life. If he came back would that make him some sort of monster? Would he be the same dog or would there be something wrong about him? Would he still be good or would this make him evil?
I think this is why zombie novels fascinate us so much. If people were to all come back from the dead, what would they be?
I love to write stories about things that make me uncomfortable, so when I decided to write a reverse harem romance novel, I wanted it to take place in the zombie apocalypse. Extreme and terrifying situations like that are very emotionally charged and bring people’s true character to the forefront. I wanted these characters to be deep and I wanted them to feel alive to the reader.
So zombies in real life are scary, but reading about them in books can be very interesting.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
by E.B. Black
January 31, 2020
Genre: SciFiRom/PNR Reverse Harem
ASIN: B07XWNS16T
Cover Artist: Swoon Worthy Book Covers
Sometimes it takes the end of the world to find true love.
Max doesn't believe in hope or true love.
She's divorced. She lost her daughter and mother in the zombie apocalypse. She's losing her grandmother slowly to alzheimers. She's seen more dead and undead bodies than she ever thought possible.
But fate doesn't care.
It brings her not ONE...not TWO...not even THREE...but FOUR hot men whose only desire is to win over her heart.
And while the world is being ravaged by tragedy, she'd rather confront a horde of zombies than the possibility of getting hurt again.
This book is perfect for romance readers who are also fans of shows like "The Walking Dead" and "iZombie." It is part of the "Common Elements Romance Project."
January 31, 2020
Genre: SciFiRom/PNR Reverse Harem
ASIN: B07XWNS16T
Cover Artist: Swoon Worthy Book Covers
Sometimes it takes the end of the world to find true love.
Max doesn't believe in hope or true love.
She's divorced. She lost her daughter and mother in the zombie apocalypse. She's losing her grandmother slowly to alzheimers. She's seen more dead and undead bodies than she ever thought possible.
But fate doesn't care.
It brings her not ONE...not TWO...not even THREE...but FOUR hot men whose only desire is to win over her heart.
And while the world is being ravaged by tragedy, she'd rather confront a horde of zombies than the possibility of getting hurt again.
This book is perfect for romance readers who are also fans of shows like "The Walking Dead" and "iZombie." It is part of the "Common Elements Romance Project."
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Excerpt:
“Let me see.” Derrick had gathered some supplies from Jed, who still carried my backpack. There were unused rags leftover from Nick’s gunshot wound and a sewing kit in his hands. The doctor had gotten down on one knee, set his supplies aside, and was staring at my injured hand.
His jaw and fists were clenched. I could see on his face that he was holding a part of himself back as he drew near me.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m fine. I’m sure you have more important things to do. My wounds aren’t deep.”
The muscles in his forearm tightened at my words. His voice sounded strained. “That’s for me to decide.” He grabbed my hand and turned it over impatiently before dropping it. “Flex your fingers.”
I did so easily.
He nodded his head. “Good. The cuts don’t appear to be deep enough to have done damage to your nerves. I don’t think you need stitches.”
I raised one eyebrow. “Told you I’m fine.”
“But that doesn’t mean you don’t need my help.” His dark gaze met mine as his voice grew hoarse. I could hear whatever he was holding back coming through. “You’re making a big mess with all this blood. Have I told you how much I hate messes?”
You didn’t have to, I could tell.”
My words were nonchalant, but my heart was pounding loudly in my ears as he licked his lips. He looked ready to either throw me off the edge of this barn for offending him with my uncleanliness or like he was the real zombie here and ready to eat me...
“We need to clean you before I bandage you up.” He lifted one of my hands towards his face. “It stopped raining and we don’t have any water to spare, so I’ve been left with no choice. It’s not the most sanitary option, but...”
He parted his full, sexy lips and popped one of my fingers into his wet mouth. I wanted to protest, but I was paralyzed. He sucked the blood off like some kind of ravenous vampire. I gasped in surprise, feeling weak in the knees. His mouth was so soft, warm, gentle, and slow. He sucked on each of my fingers in turn until I shut my eyes, ready to give myself over to him.
He moaned as he continued to suck and I couldn’t help imagining that mouth exploring other places. We would-
“Stop!”
The moment was interrupted as Nick grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him up and off of me. Nick punched him in the stomach. Derrick grunted and hunched over, almost collapsing to his knees again.
“I told you to keep your hands off of her,” Nick growled the words. “If you touch her again, I’ll hurtle you off this roof and let the zombies take care of you for me.”
“Let me see.” Derrick had gathered some supplies from Jed, who still carried my backpack. There were unused rags leftover from Nick’s gunshot wound and a sewing kit in his hands. The doctor had gotten down on one knee, set his supplies aside, and was staring at my injured hand.
His jaw and fists were clenched. I could see on his face that he was holding a part of himself back as he drew near me.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m fine. I’m sure you have more important things to do. My wounds aren’t deep.”
The muscles in his forearm tightened at my words. His voice sounded strained. “That’s for me to decide.” He grabbed my hand and turned it over impatiently before dropping it. “Flex your fingers.”
I did so easily.
He nodded his head. “Good. The cuts don’t appear to be deep enough to have done damage to your nerves. I don’t think you need stitches.”
I raised one eyebrow. “Told you I’m fine.”
“But that doesn’t mean you don’t need my help.” His dark gaze met mine as his voice grew hoarse. I could hear whatever he was holding back coming through. “You’re making a big mess with all this blood. Have I told you how much I hate messes?”
You didn’t have to, I could tell.”
My words were nonchalant, but my heart was pounding loudly in my ears as he licked his lips. He looked ready to either throw me off the edge of this barn for offending him with my uncleanliness or like he was the real zombie here and ready to eat me...
“We need to clean you before I bandage you up.” He lifted one of my hands towards his face. “It stopped raining and we don’t have any water to spare, so I’ve been left with no choice. It’s not the most sanitary option, but...”
He parted his full, sexy lips and popped one of my fingers into his wet mouth. I wanted to protest, but I was paralyzed. He sucked the blood off like some kind of ravenous vampire. I gasped in surprise, feeling weak in the knees. His mouth was so soft, warm, gentle, and slow. He sucked on each of my fingers in turn until I shut my eyes, ready to give myself over to him.
He moaned as he continued to suck and I couldn’t help imagining that mouth exploring other places. We would-
“Stop!”
The moment was interrupted as Nick grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him up and off of me. Nick punched him in the stomach. Derrick grunted and hunched over, almost collapsing to his knees again.
“I told you to keep your hands off of her,” Nick growled the words. “If you touch her again, I’ll hurtle you off this roof and let the zombies take care of you for me.”
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E.B. Black lives in Southern California with her husband and rottweiler baby.
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