Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock! Welcome and come inside our booth. Make sure to watch your step as you enter I don’t want anyone to accidentally trip and fall down the zombie hole! Did you know that zombies were real? They are hideous creatures that feed off of human souls. If bitten by one you will become infected and soon turn into a zombie yourself. They only come out at night and their favorite place to hang out is in cemeteries. Well if you are here today you must in some way believe that zombies are real. Dealing with the undead is a serious and dangerous business to be in. Would you like to learn to defend yourselves? The only way to truly prepare yourselves is to be trained by none other than a zombie hunter and you are in luck because one of them has agreed to come and help us today. He is the leader of a zombie slayer group and also happens to be devastatingly gorgeous! Please welcome Cole Holland.
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DFT: Now listen up I know that Cole is a very fine specimen to look at with those piercing violet eyes and killer body! But try to remember that we are here to learn how to fight zombies, not to drool over Cole (as I wipe drool off my face ?). So Cole what is the first thing we need to know when it comes to fighting zombies?
Cole Holland: My word is law. If one slayer falters, the rest of the team falls. If someone takes a wrong turn, the rest of us can end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. If anyone loses focus, even for a second, the rest of us can lose everything.
(You don’t have to worry about me listening to you I would gladly follow you anywhere!)
DFT: What is one piece of advice you can give us that may save our lives if we ever have to face a zombie on our own?
CH: Zombies hate fast food. Run.
DFT: Can you tell us what it was like for you the first time you had to fight a zombie?
CH: I was a kid, but my dad had trained me well. I knew what to expect…and yet I wasn’t exactly prepared. When those red eyes focused on me, those rotting hands reaching for me, I knew it was do or die.
DFT: As I already mentioned you have a fantastic body! How often do you have to train to keep in such good shape? How important is it to be physically fit when fighting zombies?
CH: If I’m not training, I’m patrolling, and if I’m not patrolling, I’m fighting. Nothing matters more than stamina. If you can’t go all night—go ahead and get your mind out of the gutter—you’re dead by morning.
(I wouldn’t mind seeing how good your stamina is )
DFT: On top of having to fight zombies you are also the leader of your group of slayers. That must be really stressful at times. What is something you like to do to try and relieve some of that stress?
CH: Ali. Enough said.
(I don’t think you could have answered that better!)
DFT: What is the best part about fighting zombies? What is the worst part?
CH: Maybe I shouldn’t admit this, but I’m a product of war, so what the hell. The best part about fighting zombies is standing among their remains when it’s over. It’s proof I’ve fought hard, and I’ve won.
The worst part? Finding a friend lying among the carnage.
DFT: These next few question have nothing to do with zombie hunting, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking them. You and Ali are so epic together and I want to know what is it about her that makes you so drawn to her?
CH: Rather than tell you, I’ll let Showalter show you.
From the pages of The Queen of Zombie Hearts…
“Ali.” His voice, so husky and deep, was temptation and silk, stroking over me. “Did I ever tell you all the reasons I love you?”
“No.” I licked my lips and shook my head, gathering the courage to face him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, smoldering.
He liked the tattoo.
“Tell me now,” I commanded softly.
“I’ll tell you the top ten. One,” he said and kissed my forehead. “You are brutally honest. It’s such a rare and precious trait.”
Major points for my man: he’d led with personality rather than appearance.
“Two.” He kissed my eye. “You have the perfect sense of humor…perfect for me. It’s a little warped, and a lot twisted, and you can make me laugh when no one else can.”
I almost melted. Almost. I had to hear the rest. “Go on or I’ll hurt you.” Had I sounded as breathless to him as I had to myself?
He chuckled. “Three.” He kissed my other eye, gentle, so gentle. “You’re smart. I want to see your brain naked.”
“Four. You are freaking hot.”
“Obviously.” And okay, yeah, he got points for that, too.
Maybe because I so very rarely felt hot. Or maybe because I so desperately wanted another kiss. A harder one. On my lips. With tongue and teeth. And roaming hands. Or maybe because I wanted him to want all of me.
“Five.” He kissed my cheek, and I moaned. More. “You are unbelievably kind.” He kissed my other cheek. “Six. You love with your whole heart, nothing held back.”
“Come on. Kiss me for real.” Did he want me to beg? Because I would…after I made him beg a little, too.
“Seven.” He pressed his lips against one side of my jaw, skipping my lips, dang him. “You are such a good fighter, I could stand back and watch you do all the hard work, and I wouldn’t feel like a wuss. I’d feel like a genius.”
“I’ll believe that when I see it.”
“Eight.” He kissed his way to the other side of my jaw. “The way you sometimes look at me… It’s as if I’m the sweetest dessert in the bakery and you are desperate for a bite.”
Yes, yes. A big, delicious bite. “At one time,” I said, the huskiness of my tone surprising me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “That look of mine scared you.” With good reason. I’d been loaded with zombie toxin and had literally wanted to eat him. Well, not me but my zombie twin. Z.A.
“Nine,” he went on and nibbled on my ear. “You’re like the world’s most perfect drug. One hundred percent pure, guaranteed to addict after the first taste. I can’t imagine my life without you in it—don’t want to.”
My skin tingled, and my blood flashed white-hot. “Cole,” I said on another moan. I tangled my hands in his hair, angled his head, trying to take over. “Please. Stop talking, and start acting.”
“Ten,” he said and finally—blessedly—pressed his lips against mine. Only it was soft, far too soft. “You would die for me, the same way I would die for you.”
“Yes, yes, I would.” I waited for hard.
He didn’t give it to me. His face hovered directly over mine as he…deliberated his next move?
Happy to help with that. “Take off your shirt,” I commanded, already pulling at the material. “Now.”
(Wow just Wow! I’m pretty sure that everyone just fell even more in love with you!)
DFT: If you could bring Ali to a carnival like the one we are at today, what ride would you want to take her one first?
CH: Do I count as a ride?
(Ok girls you can drool now I know that I am )
DFT: I know you’re not the kind of person to kiss and tell, but if you would be so gracious to humor me just this one time. What was your first kiss with Ali like?
CH: Life changing.
Thank you so much for coming and visiting with us today. We all learned so much more about fighting zombies and hopefully if we ever encounter one we will be a lot more prepared.
Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of the wildly popular White Rabbit Chronicles, the Angels of the Dark, the Lords of the Underworld, and the Otherworld Assassins series. In addition to being a National Reader’s Choice and RITA nominee, her romance novels have appeared in Cosmopolitan and Seventeen magazine, and have been translated in multiple languages. She lives in Oklahoma with her family and menagerie of dogs, and truly believes love conquers all.
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Available September 30, 2014 from Harlequin Teen
About the Book:
I have a plan.
We’ll either destroy them for good, or they’ll destroy us.
Either way, only one of us is walking away.
In the stunning conclusion to the wildly popular White Rabbit Chronicles, Alice “Ali” Bell thinks the worst is behind her. She’s ready to take the next step with boyfriend Cole Holland, the leader of the zombie slayers…until Anima Industries, the agency controlling the zombies, launches a sneak attack, killing four of her friends. It’s then she realizes that humans can be more dangerous than monsters…and the worst has only begun.
As the surviving slayers prepare for war, Ali discovers she, too, can control the zombies…and she isn’t the girl she thought she was. She’s connected to the woman responsible for killing—and turning—Cole’s mother. How can their relationship endure? As secrets come to light, and more slayers are taken or killed, Ali will fight harder than ever to bring down Anima—even sacrificing her own life for those she loves.