Friday, September 7, 2012

Contagious Blog Tour and Giveaway

Book #1 in The Contagium Trilogy
Emily Goodwin

Genre: Occult horror/zombie

Number of pages: Approx 340
Word Count: Approx 120,000

Cover Artist: SweetDreams

Book Description:

“I wasn’t afraid of death. If I died, it would be over. My worst fear wasn’t of dying, it was of living. Living, while everyone around me had their flesh savagely torn from their bodies to be shoved into the festering and ever-hungry mouths of zombies. It terrified me, right down to my very core, to be alive while the rest of the world was dead."

In the midst of the Second Great Depression, twenty-five year old Orissa Penwell doesn't think things can get any worse. She couldn't be more wrong. A virus breaks out across the country, leaving the infected crazed, aggressive and very hungry.

Orissa will do anything-no matter if it's right or wrong- to save the ones she loves. But when she discovers that most of the world is infected or dead, she must decide if those lives are worth saving at all. 


I grabbed a rifle, sticking my head through the strap. I slung the quiver of arrows and the bow over my shoulder, stuffed an extra clip in my pocket, and stood.

“What the hell are you doing?” Padraic asked, over Argos’ muffled growls.

“I’m going to bring the truck around. Get in the back as soon as you can.”

“No!” Raeya objected. “Rissy, you’ll die! You-you can’t go down there with them!”

“They’re still far enough away I can get to the car.”

“No, they’re not. Stay here and they will pass us,” she pleaded.

“They will find us. Our best chance is getting out of here. Then we can double back for the SUV.”

“Orissa, that is crazy!” Jason shouted. “What if you don’t make it?”
“I have to try.” I moved to the ladder.

“You could die,” Raeya cried, scrambling to her feet.

“You either die trying or you just die,” I told her, feeling like this wasn’t really happening. “I’m not giving up yet. I said I’d keep you alive, and, well, this is the only way.”

            My feet hit the cold cement, shock stinging my ankles. I pulled an arrow, ready to shoot. My breath clouded around me as adrenaline coursed my veins. The zombies were closer than I anticipated. They surrounded the cars, passing them without a second look. Hungry, they followed our human scent. I released the arrow. It zipped through the air and passed through a mushy zombie skull, continuing its lethal voyage into another’s eye. 

I couldn’t do that again if I tried. I ran around the barn, clambering onto the roof of some sort of out building. I fired the rest of my arrows. Two fast zombies raced in front of the rest, stretching their arms out when they caught sight of my movement. Firing the gun would give me away for sure. I dropped the bow, jumped down and held the rifle like a baseball bat. I whacked one in the head and kicked the other in the chest.

Its skin slimed off, making the bottom of my boot slippery. My foot skidded out from underneath me. The zombie I kicked grabbed my foot, bringing it to his mouth. He couldn’t bite through my boot. The M9 was wedged in my waistband, hurting like hell when I landed on my back. I madly thrashed around, retrieving it. I held it to the zombie’s head and pulled the trigger.

Spoiled bits of brain and thick blood splashed across my face. Thank God I remembered to close my eyes. Wiping zombie blood from my lips, I rolled over, shooting the other in the cheek. Dammit, I thought, cursing wasting a bullet. I fired again, this time hitting him right in between the eyes. Yellow brain matter oozed from the bullet hole. I scrambled back onto the roof of what had to be a chicken coup, based on the feathers. I emptied my clip, burying each round deep into the skull of a zombie.

Though they dropped like flies, it didn’t even dent the horrifying number that lumbered toward us. I switched to the rifle, shooting anything that moved. I needed to get off of the roof before I was completely surrounded. I dropped the rifle, shoved another clip into the M9 and jumped off. I sprinted to a silo. I climbed six feet up the ladder, twisting, and shooting.

A zombie moved through the crowd with sickening speed and grace. I had one bullet left. I aimed carefully, lining the scope up with his eye. I paused, thinking he was the best looking zombie I’d ever seen. His eyes met mine right as I pulled the trigger.

A zombie next to him fell to the ground. He put his finger to his lips and walked, unnoticed, through the flesh eating monsters that clawed at the broken side of the barn. When he was at the bottom of the ladder, he motioned for me to come down. I swallowed, not knowing why in the world I would trust this person or who the hell he was walking amongst the zombies. I shoved the empty M9 in my waistband and climbed down, hands trembling almost uncontrollably.

As soon as my feet hit the ground, he pressed himself up against me, pinning me between his body and the silo. Over a black, long sleeve shirt, he was wearing a hairy, moldy leather vest. It was wrinkled and rotten in parts. I wanted to shove him off me when I realized it was made out of zombie skin. Fingers, tied to strings like freaking decorations, hung from his neck. A hand was tied to his belt. I didn’t know what part of the zombie was stitched onto the baseball cap he was wearing.

It was disgusting, having zombie parts rubbing against me. It smelled revolting. So revolting, that the zombies wouldn’t be able to distinguish his human smell from the rotting flesh of one of their own. I closed my eyes and buried my face against his chest.

As if we didn’t exist, the zombies milled by, grabbing at the weak wood that kept my friends safe. I was grateful for this very odd stranger but I wanted to help my friends. A gun fired. My body tensed, thinking somehow one of my friends had gotten a hold of a weapon and shot the guy who was saving me, thinking he was really a zombie.

He put an arm around me, obviously thinking the echoing shot scared me. My fingers closed around the material of his shirt. A zombie stopped, eyeing us hungrily. I pulled the guy closer to me, holding my breath. He inched closer, every part of him pressing into me. Too scared to breathe, I held my breath until the zombie moved on.

Wasn't that just delicious? I loved it. If you want a zombie story that drags you in by the hair, then you have to check out Contagious.

Points of interest:

Dialogue good 
Plot keeps you guessing
Victory is not assured-so I was thrilled. Zombies rule!!!

What would you do if your world was ripped apart and suddenly it really was a zombie apocalypse?  Now, me being a zombie, I am totally rooting for the other team here, but humans...well they had better invest in a few baseball bats and some track shoes. Just sayin'.

For some fun zombie action, lots of screaming and some pretty good actions scenes, check out Emily Goodwin's first book in what will be a series. Yes, that's right! More wonderful zombie adventures to come...


 The Interview:

1. Zombies are so much fun to write about! How did you get inspired to write Contagious? 

I had a really weird dream that I needed my appendix out. The surgeon asked me if I wanted to replace it with pot roast or pasta salad. Of course, I chose the pot roast because it is more filling. Once I woke up from surgery, I found everyone dead. I wandered around the hospital until an attractive Irish doctor (who inspired the character Padraic) saved me and told me that a zombie virus had broken out. When I woke up, I not only thought that I just had the weirdest and most random dream ever, but I also thought it would be awesome to write about zombies.

2. What are some of your favorite zombie authors?

I read The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan years ago and the story has stuck with me. I loved the way she told it; you almost weren’t sure she was talking about zombies at first. The old fashioned, dystopian setting is haunting and just perfect for the ZA.

3. Zombieland vs. Shaun of the Dead?

Hmm…they both are good. But I’m gonna go with Zombieland. Zombie clowns are full of win.

4. Twinkies vs. Ho Ho's?

Tallahassee will be happy; I won’t fight him for Twinkies. I’ll go for the Ho Ho’s.

5.  Machete vs. baseball bat?

Machete. Cutting off heads is always effective.

6. What three things would you want with you in the event of a zombie takeover?

A truck with a full tank of gas, a gun and a ton of bullets (that counts as one, right?), and an ‘emergency bag’ with enough food and water to last me several days. (And my family and friends, of course!)

7. Do you have a playlist?

Yes. I think I have about 100 songs on my Contagium Trilogy playlist that I listened to on repeat while writing. One of these days I plan on making soundtracks for each book using music from that playlist. There is a lot of Three Days Grace, Godsmack, and Nine Inch Nails on that list!

8. What is your favorite zombie movie?

Resident Evil. (I’m a fan of the game too!) I guess I’m a sucker for strong women, I love Alice!
(I even have a horse named Alice…)

9. What are some of your hobbies when you are not writing awesome zombie stories?

I have horses, so I like to spend a majority of my time at the barn. I also have ferrets, rats, and a dog that I take care of. I recently started a stock account on, so I spend a lot of time sewing costumes for it and then taking pictures. I’m in an unofficial ghost hunting club with my friends. I enjoy reading as much as writing. And I like to hang out and relax with my husband, family, and friends! I have too many hobbies!

10. What is next?

I am currently in the editing phase with my novel, Reaper, which is the second book in The Guardian Legacies series. Once that is done, I am going to finish The Truth is Contagious (the final book in the Contagium Trilogy). After that, I plan on writing Moonlight, the third book in the Guardian Legacies series.


Thank you for allowing me to be a guest on your blog! It was fun!

Author Bio:

Emily Goodwin resides in Indiana, where she lives with her husband and many four legged children, including their much loved German Shepherd named Vader. Accused of being a day dreamer, Emily began writing at an early age, making use of her active imagination. She has a degree in psychology and is currently working on her second degree in nursing. Emily likes anything paranormal, 80's rock, going on crazy adventures with her friends, making (and wearing) costumes, Renaissance Fairs, and is an animal rights activist.

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