Blog Tour: Personal Apocalypse

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Josiah grew up in a dying world. The Holdout survived, but when you are the son of Sylvia Cragen, you give up delusions early. He knew that they would die bloody--it wasn't a matter of if. Only when.

Parker shouldn't be alive. He should have died long before scouts from the Last Holdout rescued him. And he knows better than to believe that sailing away from the safety of the Holdout is a good idea.

Now, without the Holdout to protect them, all of his nightmares are coming true. Josiah is just crazy enough to believe that a fresh start is a good thing. But Parker has lived as prey, hunted by zombies and survivors before--and he knows that no one really survives. In the wild, zombie claimed world outside the walls of safety, there is only the dead walking.



Excerpt: I know how shattered the world is. I think Josiah likes to pretend I don’t. That I haven’t seen the very worse the world can offer.
He likes to think that life began when I smacked him with a shovel and dragged him into my hideaway and we hid for days from the men I couldn’t trust.
He’s wrong, of course. Even he knows he’s wrong. He just likes to pretend.
And I let him, because explaining the nightmares and horrors aren’t worth it. He has enough guilt over the years I spent, before he brought me home.
Misplaced guilt, but the bastard hasn’t always been rational about things.
He and Sylvia think that the zombie apocalypse is the worst thing that has ever happened to the us. That it exposed a world of monsters. There wasn’t a way to rebuild, from that.
But what they both forget is that the zombie apocalypse wasn’t the end. It was just when the world changed. Some of us—me, Siah—had never lived in a world that didn’t include the dead walking.
But the zombies weren’t the things in the dark to be afraid of.
I carry the scars of a lifetime of nightmares—and they come from humans. The walking, talking, cognitive demons who haunt the dying world.
Monsters have always been among us. Sylvia’s miracle drug might have leveled the world and brought the dead to life, but it didn’t create monsters. It only let them come out and play with the broken remains of the world we used to know.
It let them strip off their chameleon skin and revel in the ashes of a dying world.
I know what monsters look like. And none have ever held the visage of a zombie.

Nazarea Andrews' Bio:

Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.

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