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Why I wrote
Z-Risen: Poisoned Earth

Sorry this book took so long! As a thank you for sticking with the series, I’ve included a bonus story called Congress of the Dead. I hope you enjoyed Z-Risen 3 and I look forward to completing Z-Risen 4: Reavers.

I’ve written a lot of zombie books over the years and I’ve always had fun trying to come up with new twists in the genre.
Z-Risen
was born out of a conversation, over beers, with my friend Craig DiLouie in mid-2013. I had an idea to do a military-themed series based partially on my own time in the United States Navy, and pair up a Navy Engineer with a Marine. The two forces have always had a friendly rivalry, and I thought it would make for a good story.

The book was initially written as a free web serial, and it was set in the same world as my Permuted Press book
Beyond the Barriers
--the books can be read independently.

I’m an indie author and I work very hard on my books. I hold down a fulltime job, have a family, and still manage to get in a few hours a day to write. I love hearing input from readers, and the best way to provide that is via a review.

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Z-Risen
series.

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Bonus Story

CONGRESS OF THE DEAD

Perry’s Got Wood

Governor Perry looked up into the blue eyes of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and wished for the hundredth time that his junk would snap out of its funk.

Her boobs swayed over him like water balloons. They were the size of Texas and made him think of the Goodyear Blimp – which didn’t help matters in his nether regions because the blimp made him think of football. Then his mind delved into men in tight football uniforms. From there it wasn't a huge leap to them showering together after a big game. This, in turn, made his Johnson just about give up the ghost.

“Something wrong, honey?” the gorgeous vixen purred.

Was anything wrong? Was anything wrong?! Only everything! He was with the girl he had stalked online for a decade. He had every movie she had ever appeared in. He had every image ever posted to the web. He had a stash of magazines in the attic, behind his old comics, in a box marked ‘Taxes 1982 - 1987.’ Some days, when his wife was away, he would take them out and just flip through the pages over and over.

He kept a group of magazines in front because they were his favorite, his spank-pack that he spread out and masturbated to while saying her name over and over again. Sometimes he wore a diaper and baby-talked to her images while imagining himself in her lap, licking and sucking her giant boobs. It wasn’t that he was into the lactation thing; he just wanted a pair of huge tits to suck on.

The diaper was sort of the topping on the cake, a whole other kink he rarely indulged in, though every once in a while he visited a specialist and paid her to change his dirty drawers. If his wife ever found out it would be the end of him. She had put her foot down early in their relationship. No funny business. Sex was for making babies and for making up after a fight. They had never had a baby and he was too scared to fight with her. This meant that they fucking never fucking had sex.

Since Penelope was coming to town, he’d taken the recent free time presented to him by the President and offered the woman a bunch of cash for a few hours of her time. She knew who he was and made no bones about the fact that it would cost an arm and a leg, not only for the fuck, but also for her complete silence on the matter.

Money was no issue for Governor Perry. He had loads of it and loads more incoming, so an envelope filled with hundred dollar bills was nothing. She was going to be worth every penny.

“Pendulous Penelope” was her stage name, but her real name was Anne Marie Cuckled and she was his complete obsession. Back when the web was new and young (from a porn standpoint) he’d had an account on her website under an anonymous name that he funded with a pre-paid credit card. She put on live shows for her paying fans; he was on every Thursday night from seven to nine while his wife was campaigning or at a book club meeting.

The site eventually went down and was replaced with videos of Penelope. It wasn’t the same. He did sign on from time to time but he didn’t care for the crap that was on there. He liked seeing her live, naked, in the flesh, looking into the screen and licking her lips while her arms pressed her massive mammaries together.

She’d picked the hotel and met him in the lobby. He wore a fake beard and moustache, black bowler hat, and an overcoat. To top off the ensemble, he’d picked up a set of shiny silver date-rapist sunglasses. 

He was so smitten that he could barely talk. When he stuttered out his name for the fourth time, she encouraged him to drink and relax. She picked up a bottle at the bar and they went up to the room.

A convergence of things led to his current state of affairs. For one, he had been so excited all day that had to jerk off twice.

“Listen, sugar, I have what you need right here. You said such nice things to me, so many sweet nothings. Now get it up and give it to me,” she simpered. Penelope leaned over and brushed her nipples over his face, his eyes, and his nose. His tongue leapt out for them but she pulled back at the last second.

“I’m trying,” he whispered, and closed his eyes. He felt like he was on the verge of tears. All those years and now his tool refused to obey.

Who was the tool now?

“You’ve been trying for an hour, sugar. I tell you what – I got something you need right here.” Her boobs disappeared for a moment while she leaned over the side of the bed and rummaged around in her bag.

It was not hot in the room, but it was muggy. When they’d arrived he had taken a shower, door open so he could be sure she didn’t run off with the cash. The first thing she did was turn on the air conditioner; within moments the room was sub-arctic. Governor Perry’s freshly showered and reeking-of-hotel-soap balls instantly drew up into his body.

“Here. It’s the latest in male boner technology!” She held forth a gleaming white pill shaped like an elongated penis with a lifelike dickhead on the end.

What the actual fuck?

“I’m not putting that in my mouth.”

“Oh Sugar, I wish I had a dollar for every time I thought that very same thing. Now take it. It’ll make you forget your problems and you’ll be hard for hours. You want to be in me for hours, right?” She reached down and cupped his flaccid manhood, toying with it. Shivers danced across his skin and made him break out in goose pimples. He should have risen to the occasion, but stage fright took over again. What if he wasn’t big enough to satisfy the woman he has desired for so long? What if his limp noodle turned out to be an asparagus stalk in her mind?

“Fine,” he said, and took the pill. He flicked it to the back of his throat, dry swallowed, coughed a few times, and then waited.

She smiled and leaned forward, letting her breasts sway above his head. He lifted his head to kiss them but she teased him by withdrawing. Then she repeated the performance. The moments ticked away while she cooed and whispered. Teased and cajoled.

“Isn’t it working yet? Gosh golly. I’m really sorry, Penelope. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you. See, I have been a big fan for a long time. A huge fan. I have so many magazines and pictures. I have signed ones and I even have one you did where your big beautiful breasts were pressed against some blue paint on a panel. That’s one of my favorites.” The Governor rambled as he waited for that dick he’d swallowed to do its thing.

“Aren’t you the cutest thing?” she asked, and smothered his face for thirty glorious seconds.

Perry’s breath caught in his throat as his body was suffused with sudden warmth. His world turned shades of red and green, then stabilized.

He grew stiff as a board, down there where it counted. It felt like he’d suddenly sprouted a giant zucchini, like he had the blue-ribbon prize winner on his hands, or, in this case, in his lap.

“Houston, we have lift off,” she muttered.

“Oh, wow.”

“Wow indeed. What are you packing down there? You must be really hot for me, baby,” she cooed.

This time he was the one making little cooing noises. He sucked in a breath in case she tried to suffocate him again. What a way to go THAT would have been — smothered by the most amazing boobs in the world. Penelope didn’t cover his face this time, though one of her nipples almost put out his eye.

“Um.” He said the only thing that came to mind. Came? Yep, he would be doing that again today. Come to think of it, his brain was starting to feel a little funny, prickly, dizzy, like he stood up too fast after shotgunning a milkshake.

“Put that big ole thing in me, baby, put it right….Good lord, hun, I would never have guessed you were that big. Well surprise, surprise.” She smiled and placed a foil condom wrapper between her teeth, then ripped it open with thumb and forefinger.

“Urgle gurgle.” He smiled.

His words slurred, and he felt like his wiener was about to burst. Everything began to dim as his vision blurred. Then the pain hit like a tire iron to the back of the head.

Perry was going to have the time of his life fucking Pendulous Penelope. Now he had other things on his mind. Two things to be exact: two mammoth tits that he wanted to sink his teeth into. For no good reason at all, he wanted to leave marks that would show for a week.

“My stars almighty. I haven’t had one that size in ages.”

“Umprh umrph.” He drooled in response.

“Yeah sugar, you got that right. Just hold it there for me. Just for a few minutes.” She purred as she ground against him.

But Perry wasn’t in the mood to hold anything back. Dizzy, out of breath, and trying to get lost in the moment, he groaned as he grew even larger. What was that thing, a baby’s forearm?

He sank into the cocoon of sudden pleasure even as an ice pick of pain erupted along the back of his neck. Then he shuddered and his body went limp, sans one important place.

Penelope looked down into his blank eyes just as she was about to have a little explosion of her own, but what she saw made her recoil in horror. His pupils had turned white as milk and his eyelids drooped like he’d had a stroke. Oh fuck-knuckle. That’s just want she needed. A goddamned governor croaking while she fucked him dry.

She didn’t have to fear for long, though; his lifeless head turned to regard her, his slack face as ashen as her own lily ass in winter.

“Governor Perry?”

“Blurgh blurgh!”

Perry answered by sitting up and snapping off one of her nipples. Then he went for her neck, cementing his teeth around her windpipe. He ripped it out and chewed. She collapsed against him and then flopped across the bed without a whimper, just a gurgle.

Governor Perry feasted.

Later, much later in the night, he came to himself. He stared at the mess in the room. Penelope’s body was a nightmare of wounds. Perry choked back a sob and just made it to the bathroom before spewing a furious fount of bloody vomit into the toilet. The Governor showered and cleaned up the room, then dressed and left in his disguise. He was still bleary eyed and confused and thought that the man at the front desk might have been a giant pork chop. He had the sudden desire to toss the man on a grill, baste him with a vinaigrette, and munch on his fingers. The urge passed while his stomach rumbled.

“Have a good night, sir,” the desk clerk called, not even bothering to look up from the adult magazine he read.

“Fuck off,” Perry muttered.

Confused and alone, the Governor sped away after calling his limo driver for a late-night, no questions asked pickup.

Later, he slept like the dead.