Sunday, July 24, 2016
My Zombie Fiancé
Book: My Zombie Fiancé
Author: T. Strange
Publisher: The Torquere Press
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Edward Grey is no stranger to the undead; since raising his cat as a zombie when he was a child, he and
his mentor Mariel have explored and developed his power as a necromancer. Despite everything he's
learned, as a necromancer and a medical student, he's never encountered a ghost.
While Mariel is unreachable in Haiti on mysterious business, a ghost wakes Edward in the middle of the
night, claiming to be his grandfather. When the ghost offers to teach him about this different form of
undeath, Edward has little choice but to trust the spirit.
After receiving a phone call from a young girl claiming her father is possessed, Edward and his Undead
Canadian fiancé, Kit, must travel to an acreage in Kingston…Ontario.
The haunting proves far more complicated than Edward could ever have guessed, and he finds himself
pitted against an ancient evil determined to engulf everyone on the farm.
Edward's love and connection to Kit will be tested, and his necromancy stretched to his limits as he has
to find—and destroy—a twisted spirit more powerful than anything he's ever encountered.
I was just pulling on pants when I heard the back door open and Winston gave his special greeting meow
that was only for Kit. I hurried out of the bedroom, realized I didn’t want him to know how worried I’d
been and add to his guilt, and forced myself to slow to a more natural, casual speed.
Kit gave me a wan smile, Winston cuddled against his chest, and I smiled back.
“Out for a run?” It was a silly question—he was wearing his jogging clothes. While he sometimes runs
for pleasure, or because it’s something he did when he was alive, I’ve noticed that he seems to take
especially long, vigorous runs the morning after a nightmare.
I hadn’t put on a shirt, and Kit’s eyes went wide when he saw the deep, bruising scratches he’d left on
My first impulse was to hide them, but it was too late. Instead, I walked toward him.
He backed up until he hit the door, causing Winston to look up at him with a puzzled expression on his
round little face. Kit had nowhere else to go unless he left the house, and I didn’t think he would.
I approached him slowly, ignoring him at first when I got close, saying silly nonsense things to Winston.
Very gently, I lifted the cat out of Kit’s arms. He held on for a moment, trying to keep his fuzzy grey
shield, but Winston mewed in protest and he let go. I set Winston on the floor with a pat, then turned
back to Kit. I leaned against him, capturing his arms and bringing them around me. As soon as I let go,
they dropped away again. I kissed the small hollow where his shoulder met his neck. “You’re warm.”
“It’s hot out. And I ran for...a long time.”
I kissed him over and over, as though trying to cover every inch of his skin in a thin layer of protection.
He eventually giggled and looked down at me, his smile much more genuine this time. “All right, I give
up! No more kisses!”
“No more kisses?” I puckered my lips and made smooching noises. “How could you say no more kisses?”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. “I love you.”
“I know that. I love you, too.”
About the Author:
T. Strange didn't want to learn how to read, but literacy prevailed and she hasn't stopped reading—or
writing—since. She's been published with Torquere Press since 2013, and she writes M/M romance in
multiple genres, including paranormal and BDSM. T.'s other interests include cross stitching, gardening,
watching terrible horror movies, playing video games, and finding injured pigeons to rescue. Originally
from White Rock, BC, she lives on the Canadian prairies, where she shares her home with her wife, cats,
guinea pigs and other creatures of all shapes and sizes. She's very easy to bribe with free food and