I'll send the wolves that hunt at night, charging through the shadows with a thunderous whisper, tickling the air with fetid breath that smells of death. Teeth glint like steel in the moonlight, howls calling for blood. They hunt within the dark, blackish coats reflecting hell fire. One bite and you're forever theirs, forever mine. Don't fight the wolves, give in to the sinful desire. I am the wolf. I am Christian Jensen.
If you’re a follower of this blog then I
assume you’re also following me on Facebook and Twitter. That means you
probably already know that a few of my novels have been accepted by, and are
going to be re-released, by Booktrope. This is a HUGE FUCKING DEAL for a couple
of reasons. 1. It means that my books will get new life with an incredible
publisher that’s going to put time and energy into marketing me and my books.
2. I get to reap the benefits of being with a publisher that has dozens of best
sellers. Besides sharing in the success of their writers I also get the
benefits of the wisdom associated with the team that put out many of these
books. 3. I get a much larger publisher behind me to push and guide me in my
The first book they’re going to release is
Witches House. It’s going to get a new cover, a fresh edit, and turn into the
book that it always should have been. From there I’m going to re-write the
Chronicles of Rosario series, books one, two, and three. Then I’ll finish book
four. Then it’s on to a brand new book, some of my erotica, and a couple other
Somewhere in between all of that will be
Zombie Bigfoot. As the name suggests, there is an undead Bigfoot rampaging
through the story. I’ll post the synopsis when the book is closer to the
publication phase. Right now though, I want to share an excerpt from the book.
shot and killed the squirrel, then ate its liver, heart, and kidneys before
dumping the rest of the organs on the forest floor. I swung the hollowed out
carcass over my shoulder and headed on. I killed two more small critters and
ate the important stuff raw. I now had enough meat to carry me through the
night and stave off my hunger. I was on my way back to the trailer when I saw a
nice fat rabbit eating clover in the shade of a boulder. I took careful aim and
let my arrow fly. The rabbit twitched once and lay dead, a mouthful of bloody
clover falling from between the blunt front teeth. I was in terrific shape and
excited about cooking it all.
my blood turned to ice as a hellacious scream filled the late afternoon with
wasn’t Bigfoot, at least the scream hadn’t come from him. It was a woman, of
that I was positive. Strange that I could know something so definitively when I
hadn’t seen or heard one in months, and yet my brain instantly made the
connection. Self-preservation made me grab the dead rabbit before sprinting off
to help. I never considered myself a hero, but if there was a woman in trouble nearby
then I had to at least try and help. Hell, if any living person was alive and
in need of help who the hell was I to ignore it. This wasn’t an act of
chivalry, it was an act of selfishness.
I mentioned that I was lonely as fuck?
threw the animal carcasses into the shade before grabbing my freshly loaded
shotgun and jumping into my truck. I left a plume of dust behind me as I roared
away, heading towards the sound of the scream. This used to be such a nice,
quiet neighborhood. I hadn’t heard or seen so much as a single living person
around here since the start of the apocalypse and now…
scream had come only once but I was nearly positive it had originated from the
road out front of my complex. Maybe I was just thinking that it would make more
sense for someone to be in that direction than any other. Maybe I had no idea
where it had come from. Either way I was tearing ass in that direction, and I
saw Bigfoot before I saw the people he was terrifying. His zombie form was
something appalling and yet beautiful. His normally shimmery coat was dull and
patchy, an oil-slick-rainbow of colors over grey-green flesh. Muscles still
rippled under the fur, but now they moved with a chunky, graceless movement.
His face was bloated, his gut distended to the point of near rupture, and both
upper and lower lips were peeled away from the skull exposing massive, brown
teeth. He ignored the sound of my approaching engine, choosing instead to punch
through the windshield of a truck and root around for the squealing people
inside the cab.
hit the horn a couple times. The added noise caught the monster’s attention and
slowed his assault on the truck. He looked up at me with expressionless eyes as
drool and blood flowed from his mouth. I steered right for him but knew there
was no way I could hit him and expect to drive away. He was just too damn big.
Instead I sped past him, just missing a massive swing from his clawed hand. I
could see a couple of terrified faces looking out the cracked glass. I wanted
to save them but didn’t know if I’d be able too.