Book Review
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The Zombie Always
Knocks Twice
E. Van Lowe
E. Van Lowe
Hollyweird #1
Genre:
YA Paranormal
Publisher: Imajin
Cover Artist: Ryan Doan
Kindle ebook: 978-1-926997-74-2
Trade paperback: 978-1-926997-81-0
Page Count: 177 pages
Blurb
:
Hollywood California, Swimming pools, movie stars… and now the risen dead
Hollywood
can be a difficult place to grow up, especially if you’re Kristine Golden, a
fifteen-year-old necromancer with a sworn duty to lay the risen dead back to
rest and no desire to be in the movie business.
When
handsome deadie Alex Romero swaggers into her life, Kris must keep her promise,
despite her growing feelings for him. If
that’s not enough to give a girl a headache, a murderous zombie comes knocking
at Kris’ door, rocking her world and threatening her family.
Can
Kris solve the mystery of the rampaging zombie before someone else winds up
dead? Or will the walking dead take over Hollywood and turn it into…
Hollyweird?
About the
Author:
E. Van
Lowe is an author, television writer, screen-writer, playwright and producer
who has worked on such TV shows as "The Cosby Show," "Even
Stevens," and "Homeboys In Outer Space." He has been nominated
for both an Emmy and an Academy Award. His first YA Paranormal novel,
"Never Slow Dance With A Zombie," was a selection of The Scholastic
Book Club, and a nominee for an American Library Association Award. His Best Selling novels, “Boyfriend From
Hell” and “Earth Angel,” are the first two books in the Falling Angels Saga. “The Zombie Always Knocks Twice” is the first
book in his Hollyweird series.
E lives
in Beverly Hills California with his spouse, a werewolf, several zombies and a
fairy godmother who grants him wishes from time-to-time.
Contacts:
@evanlowe
Excerpt:
The man coming up the block toward us in the hooded sweatshirt
stopped directly in our path, about ten feet away. The hood dropped revealing his face. The hair on the left side of his head had been
shaved off revealing tiny bits of bony white scalp. Huge staples held his crooked jaw in
place. There was a large indentation in
his forehead from some sort of blunt force impact. His left eye was covered with a milky, white
cataract, and the right drooped unnaturally into his cheek.
My breath caught yet again.
Standing before us was a zombie.
‘LEAVE US ALONE!” the zombie screeched. Then he took off on a dead run and plowed
into Alex with the impact a freight train.
Just great, I thought.
Hollyweird—where the dead come out to play.
Zombies aren’t what the
movies make them out to be—slow moving, brain dead, brain suckers. They’re the result of a raising gone
bad. They can be strong, and fast, and
very dangerous. Also, a bite from a
zombie won’t make you a member of the living dead, although I’m sure it must
hurt like hell.
The one that plowed into Alex was almost six feet tall and about
seventeen years old. He hit Alex with
inhuman force, propelling him backward. They slammed into a parked car that
seemed to explode on impact. The
twisting metal and shattering glass sounded like a horrible automobile
accident. The car was totaled, and Alex
was embedded into the passenger side, like a toy soldier into a wad of Play
Doh.
“Oh, God!” I screamed.
Alex’s eyes were closed. He
wasn’t moving… but the zombie was. He
peeled himself away from Alex and the wreckage.
“Zombie!” I called at the top of my lungs. “I command you to tell me who raised you and
what you are doing here.”
The zombie faced me, a puzzled look on his distorted face. It dawned on me he hadn’t known I was a
necromancer until then—not that it made a difference. He wasn’t bound to me so he didn’t have to answer
my questions. I was bluffing.
“LEAVE US ALONE!” He screamed in response. He started for me and a wave of fear rippled
my gut.
“I command you to stay back!”
I called, but my voice was cracking, my words lacked conviction. I took a few shaky steps backward. The zombie continued toward me.
Just then the sound of twisting metal snagged both our
attention. Alex’s eyes were open, and he
was separating himself from the wreckage.
He shed the automobile with the ease of a snake shedding an old skin. He began advancing on the zombie.
“What’s going on down there?”
We all looked up and saw three men, all Johnny do-gooders, running up
the block in our direction.
“Leave her alone,” one of them called.
The zombie looked from the advancing men to Alex and me.
“Hhhhh!” Hot breath hissed
angrily at us. Then he took off past us
like a deer, bounding up the block. By
the time the men reached us he was nowhere in sight.
“You ok?” one of them asked.
“Yes. He… attacked us?”
“What the heck happened here?” Another of the men asked. He was staring at the twisted pile of metal
that used to be a Buick.
Before I could open my mouth, Alex launched into an
explanation. “My girl and I were out for
a stroll, and he was taking a sledge hammer to that car when we happened upon
him. Guess it was some kind of
vendetta. And when he saw us he decided to
add us to the list.” The lie flowed from
his lips effortlessly.
“Hey, aren’t you on that TV show?” the third man asked.
Alex smiled. “The
Beloved. Yes. You watch it?”
“No, but my girlfriend does.
She can’t get enough of you vampire guys.”
Any suspicions the men may have had about our presence on the
street or Alex molesting me immediately vanished. Alex was a bona fide Hollywood star. I guess they thought all stars were boy
scouts. Where have they been?
Several minutes and three autographs later the men were gone, and
Alex and I were walking back to the party.
“You told that lie like you do it all the time,” I said.
“I’m a dead person among the living. I do do it all the time.”
That wasn’t what I was talking about, but I didn’t push it. He seemed annoyed. I guess being attacked by a zombie wasn’t an
everyday occurrence for him either.
“If it makes you feel any better, I memorized the car’s plate
number. I’ll take care of the damage,”
he said, his words softening.
“Thanks. That does make me
feel better.” I wanted to hold my
tongue, but I couldn’t. “So, you have
any enemies who’d want to send a zombie after you?”
“I don’t have any enemies.
I’m a lover not a fighter.” The
annoyance was back.
“Maybe you loved the wrong woman.”
“I’m dead. I can’t love any
woman,” he replied. The words were
seething with anger or pain. I couldn’t
tell which.
“He said ‘leave us alone.’
Who’s us?” I asked.
“I don’t know!”
He was getting agitated
again so I dropped the subject. But not
without noting there was more to Alex than he was telling me. A vindictive zombie had been set loose in
Hollywood. It was something I needed to
look into along with the deadie from the diner.
My, my, I was suddenly a very busy girl.
Book Review:
Funny
and slightly odd (my favorite characteristic in a book). A definite must read.
I give
this book 4 out of 5 clouds.
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