Monday, October 22, 2012

Vaempires: Zombie Rising Release!

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The tale of the Evolutionary War resumes in Væmpires: Zombie Rising.

Væmpires have taken control of twelve major cities. Their leader, Vielyn, seeks the atomic weapons that will bring the rest of the world to its knees.

Vampire forces are reeling. As Linq and Ray race to the royal estate to rendezvous with Cassandra and Daniel, the princess is captured and Daniel falls.

With the fate of world shifting to their teenage shoulders, Linq and Ray must deal with tremendous losses while battling a most unexpected—and undeadly—new foe.

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VAEMPIRES: ZOMBIE RISING EXCERPT 1
USED WITH PERMISSION, COPYRIGHT 2012 THOMAS WINSHIP



Ray battled a bruiser whose arms sported a multitude of colorful tattoos, as Linq squared off against the sandy-haired businessman, whose neck perforations had long since healed.

They circled each other, seeking an opening. Linq waved his claws. “Are you sure you want to test your luck again?”

The businessman scowled. “You and your friend might’ve taken down the lot of us, but it’s nothing compared to how many of you we put down.” He spit on the ground at Linq’s feet. “Or how many more we’ll put down.”

The væmpire’s words struck home. Images and feelings crowded at the edge of Linq’s perceptions, a tsunami of them—all of them related to the horrific events of the last twenty-four hours, all of them clamoring and vying for attention. He held them at bay, because distraction meant death, but their intrusion caused his body to relax and his claws to retract.

Sensing an opening, the væmpire attacked, coming straight at Linq in a full-frontal assault.

Standing his ground, Linq swept the væmpire’s claws to the side with his left hand. With his right, he clubbed the vaempire on the side of the head, a thunderous shot that drove the businessman back three steps.

Linq moved in to follow it up with a decisive blow, his senses already searching for new threats. Claws stained black from spilling so much blood extended on impulse and flashed toward the væmpire’s neck.

They slashed nothing but air as the sandy-haired man dropped into a forward roll.

Linq let him roll by, and turned with a sigh. It was almost too easy. The man had obviously received no instruction in hand-to-hand fighting, or else he’d know that you never turn your back on an opponent.

The væmpire came out of his roll and jumped to his feet. He realized his mistake—he had rolled past Linq, but was facing the wrong direction—in time to flinch as Linq’s claws separated his head from his neck.

Crimson blood spurted as the body and head fell in opposite directions. Hot væmpire blood that smelled like rancid meat hit the sidewalk in uneven splatters, reminding Linq of a drunken man urinating in a back alley.

Then two things happened at once: he sensed a væmpire—yet another new arrival—drop in, while Ray yelled, “Watch out!”

Before he could react, Linq was grabbed from behind. Strong arms encircled him—hot, sweaty væmpire arms that felt like steel pincers. Linq’s own arms were pinned to his sides as his adversary squeezed him like a vise.

The pressure was tremendous and Linq panicked, throwing his head back in an attempt to crush the væmpire’s nose. He knew it was a mistake as he did it, but his reaction was quicker than his thoughts.

The væmpire dodged the blow, and then did the unthinkable: his head flashed forward and he sunk his fangs into Linq’s exposed neck.

Every cell in Linq’s body erupted in unmitigated pain. Nothing in his training, nothing in his imagination—in his nightmares, perhaps, but not his imagination—nothing in his experience or education had prepared him for such pain.

His eyes rolled back in his head and his jaw snapped shut, his fangs slicing deep into his tongue. He didn’t even notice.

Then the væmpire drank.

And just because we can't never have enough of Vaempires...

VAEMPIRES: ZOMBIE RISING EXCERPT 2
USED WITH PERMISSION, COPYRIGHT 2012 THOMAS WINSHIP



Cassandra didn’t return to consciousness so much as she collided with it—a head-on collision replete with blaring alarms, the crunch of metal on metal, and waves of panic, all of it internal. She opened her eyes, but shut them again when waves of nausea buffeted her.

Something was wrong. Beyond the throbbing in her head. Beyond the pain coursing through her body.

She was hanging upside down. Well, she wasn’t hanging; she was upside down and … moving. Bouncing up and down.

She was slung over someone’s shoulder. Someone’s hot, sweaty shoulder.

Vielyn.

The rhythm of his heart was unmistakable, as was his scent. Her ex-beau even smelled arrogant, more so than any cologne he might use. For the moment, though, his arrogance was smothered by another aroma.

Blood.

He smelled as if he’d bathed in blood. Familiar blood.

Daniel.

The memories rushed back with a vengeance. Worse than the collision with consciousness. Worse than anything Cassandra had ever felt before. Worse even than the death of her parents, because Daniel had been all that she had left after they died … and he had died before Cassandra’s eyes. In her arms.

She almost surrendered to despair. She hovered on the brink, ready to give up and fall into the ocean waiting below. How much was one teenager supposed to take? Tears filled her eyes, but instead of leaking out to flow down her cheeks, they ran in streams down her forehead.

The unexpected sensation served as a lifeline. It grounded her in the present, refusing to allow her to wallow in the past. After a few seconds, she stepped back from the brink, reminding herself that quitting wasn’t an option. Princesses didn’t quit.

I don’t quit.

So Cassandra fought off the nausea, the pain, and the heartbreak. She focused on the simple things she’d always loved, the things she’d never forget: her father’s face whenever they walked through the estate together; her mother’s eyes when they laughed together; Daniel’s hands whenever he reached out for her.

As long as she was still capable of fighting, Cassandra would fight.

She opened her eyes. It took a few seconds to adjust to the view from her angle, but she recognized where they were right away. She would’ve noticed it earlier, by smell if nothing else, if she hadn’t been so distracted.

They were walking through her family’s private apartments, nearing the royal suite. For a second she wondered if Vielyn was going to steal something, before realizing that was foolish. He and his ilk could ransack the place to their hearts’ desires now that they’d killed everyone. Vielyn didn’t even have to do it himself; he could send his minions.

Unless he was looking for something in particular.

It didn’t matter. Cassandra focused on taking stock of the situation so she could formulate a plan of attack. She was slung over Vielyn’s left shoulder, auburn curls trailing toward the floor. Her right arm hung loose beside them, but her left arm was pinned between her torso and Vielyn’s neck.

He didn’t seem to know she was conscious. With luck, she could hamstring him before he could react.

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Thomas Winship lives in New York. He holds an MBA in Management from St. Thomas Aquinas College, where he serves as MBA Director and adjunct professor of courses in English Composition, Communications, and Business. He also spent fifteen years working for a global pharmaceutical company, specializing in organizational development, talent management, and training.
Tom writes in his spare time. His first novel, Temporary Insanity, was a 2008 finalist in a national contest but failed to garner industry attention. Væmpires: Revolution, his second novel (first in the Væmpires series) was published in October and Væmpires: White Christmas followed in December. 
He is an avid collector of books, comic books, music, and movies. His interests are diverse: on any given day, Tom is likely to be found watching a horror movie, attending a hard rock concert, or enjoying a Broadway show.   
He is currently working on the next instalment of the Væmpires series, which is scheduled for a 2013 release.

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Darkest Sins and I wish a huge kick-ass book birthday to Vaempires: Zombie Rising and its awesome author! :)

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