Trace Monroe doesn't believe in luck. He never has. But when a fiery-headed cowgirl saunters through the saloon doors, wielding shotguns and a know-how for killing the living dead, he believes he just may be the luckiest man alive.
Trace wants to join Red's posse, but she prefers to work alone--less messy that way. In order to become her traveling companion, Trace has to agree to her terms: no names, no questions, and if he gets bit, he can't beg for mercy when she severs his brain stem.
He agrees, knowing only that Red is the sharpest shooter he's ever encountered. The fact she's stunning hasn't escaped his attention either.
What he doesn't know, is that Red has a very good reason to be on top of her game. She not only has the answer for how they can all outlive the plague taking over the wild, wild west, she IS the answer.
Angela Scott hears voices. Tiny fictional people sit on her shoulders and whisper their stories in her ear. Instead of medicating herself, she decided to pick up a pen, write down everything those voices tell me, and turn it into a book. She's not crazy. She's an author. For the most part, she writes contemporary Young Adult novels. However, through a writing exercise that spiraled out of control, she found herself writing about zombies terrorizing the Wild Wild West--and loving it. Her zombies don't sparkle, and they definitely don't cuddle. At least, she wouldn't suggest it. She lives on the benches of the beautiful Wasatch Mountains with two lovely children, one teenager, and a very patient husband. She graduated from Utah State University with a B.A. degree in English, not because of her love for the written word, but because it was the only major that didn't require math. She can't spell, and grammar is her arch nemesis. But they gave her the degree, and there are no take backs.
The whole idea of a zombie western began as a fun writing exercise between my critic buddies and myself. They thought they were throwing a curve ball at me by telling me to write the beginning of a zombie western. Turns out, they really liked it and encouraged me to keep writing.
This book landed me a deal with my publisher and a three book contract. Who knew? I appreciate my critique friends pushing me to step outside my comfort zone and do something different. It was one the best decisions I'd ever made.
Wanted: Dead or Undead
The saloon doors swung open once more and the
apparition of a fiery angel wielding a sawed-off double-barrel
shotgun appeared in the door frame. Her hair glowed in the evening
sun, and the smoky room accentuated her ethereal presence. She took
a couple of steps inside, spurs clinking against the wooden planks,
and anchored two shells to the back of the zombie's skull. Once
emptied, she tossed the shotgun aside, removed two pistols from the
holsters on her hips, and fired them as well.