My Zombie Ex-Boyfriend

By Cora Zane

Regina finds her ex-boyfriend stumbling through the hedges. A zombie, he’s no less intelligent than when he'd been alive. While attempting to shoo him away, her efforts are thwarted by her sexy neighbor Heath Collins.
How was he to know she’d once dated the bumbling undead? Heath intended his zombie-bashing rescue to break the ice. Great. Now he'll have to find another way to impress her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cora Zane
• Release date: May 1, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452375847

Cora Zane

Cora Zane is probably best known as the author of the Werekind Werewolf Series of e-books. She began writing professionally in 2005 and has since published over twenty stories through multiple publishers, including Cleis Press. Her erotica work has been called "Surprisingly Kinky" by Library Journal, and a "Charasmatic Standout" by Publisher's Weekly. She is also a former P.E.A.R.L. finalist and a winner of the Freya Award. Primarily an erotic romance and erotica author, she has also published horror and slipstream stories in various anthologies. You can visit her online at www.corazane.com.

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My Zombie Ex-Boyfriend

By Cora Zane

Smashwords Edition

Copyright Cora Zane 2010

©Cora Zane 2010

Cover layout by Diane Moon

Zombified and Zombie Holocaust fonts by Chad Savage of www.sinisterfonts.com

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My Zombie Ex-Boyfriend

By Cora Zane

Is he still out there?

Mm, I’d say so. Megan took a sip of bottled water and screwed the cap back on. You know, Reg, Jimmy wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed when he was alive.

Oh, for good Pete, Regina muttered under her breath. She pushed past Megan, and flung open the bedroom window so she could look down on the front lawn. Sure enough, there he was, a six-foot-two specimen of blond zombie flesh stumbling around in her driveway like a clunky Herman Munster. He’d been out there for at least ten hours now, apparently unable to figure out how to maneuver through the gap in the hedges to get up to her front door. Regina pressed a hand to her forehead in a bid for patience.

James