Please join me in welcoming a new friend to the blog today: Kylie Scott.

I confess to not knowing Kylie until a few months ago. Don’t get me wrong. I’d heard about her. Heaps. In fact, no matter where I went, her name just kept popping up.

See, Kylie has just released her first book, Flesh. And she’s done it with Momentum Publishing. (Yep, the same publisher causing a stir through Australia, as a digital-only publisher.)

I could tell you more about Kylie and her new book. I could tell you about how hilarious she is too. But all you need do is read her post to find all of this out. (And believe me, the post is worth reading. Pay special attention to her last five answers if you really wanna laugh.)


Welcome Kylie!

1)    Who is Kylie Scott?

I’m a romance book fan with a fetish for ‘B’ grade horror from the 80’s. I love a happy ending and if there’s some chaos and carnage along the way, all the better. My family and I live in beautiful South East Queensland and have a plan in place should civilsation go to pot. Well….by plan I mean we did talk about it once over beers.

2)    What does Kylie Scott write?

I adore a steamy love story. Pair that with some scary fast-paced action and adventure and you’ve got Flesh. Plus grit. Grit is great.

3)    Why Zombies?

It was actually a dare, funnily enough. We watch Zombieland and George A. Romero films pretty regularly in my house. Romero is known as the Godfather of Zombie Films. I was working on an idea for a new project and nothing was grabbing me. My husband dared me to write a zombie book and here we are almost three years later.

4)    Tell us about your new release, Flesh.

Ali has been hiding in an attic since civilisation collapsed eight weeks ago.

When the plague hit, her neighbours turned into mindless, hungry, homicidal maniacs.

Daniel has been a loner his entire life. Then the world empties and he realises that being alone isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Finn is a former cop who is desperate for companionship, and willing to do anything it takes to protect the survivors around him.

When the three cross paths they band together; sparks fly, romance blooms in the wasteland and Ali, Daniel and Finn bend to their very human needs in the ruins of civilisation.

Lust, love and trust all come under fire in Flesh as the three battle to survive, hunted through the suburban wastelands.

An excerpt from Flesh:

53 Days Post Apocalypse

Daniel looked down the barrel of the shotgun all set to blow his brains out and grinned. These days even a gun-toting, trigger-happy female was a delight to behold, and she was perfect.

Sunlight streamed in through the kitchen window. She all but shone with it, like an angel or a princess or something. Something a little overdue for a bath and a lot on edge, but something very good just the same. The feeling of sweet relief rushing through him nearly buckled his knees.

Tall and curvy, around thirty at a guess, and uninfected, she was by far the best thing he had ever seen in jeans and a t-shirt. Not even the dried blood splattered on the wall behind her could diminish the picture she made.

Sadly, his girl did not appear to share his joy.

Wary gray eyes devoid of even a hint of elation watched him down the barrel of the gun. He refused to be discouraged; his smile did not waiver. “Hey.”

“Gun on the floor. Slow.” Her voice sounded dusty with disuse. “Eject the

“Okay.” Daniel did as told, keeping his happy face on her the whole time, hunching a little when he stood back up. He gave the old rucksack at his feet a nudge with the toe of his sneaker. It currently contained the sum total of his worldly goods, but she was welcome to it. “There are just a few cans of soup, and Irish stew. Help yourself.”

Plush pink lips parted as though she might speak but then paused, as if she thought better of it. The grimy finger squeezing the trigger shook some. It was good to know she wasn’t completely okay with blowing his brains out right here and now. That was nice. Of course if her nerves got any worse, they might be in trouble just the same.

He softly cleared his throat, trying not to startle her. “You’ve, ahh, got the safety on. You see there?”

Daniel nodded to the dangerous firearm pointed his way and waited for the confusion to cross her pretty face, for the golden moment of distraction to appear. It didn’t happen. Her lips puckered but not for kissing. The withering glare confirmed it.

God bless her. She wasn’t falling for any of his bullshit. Which made it time for Plan C. Plan A would have had her falling into his arms, demanding immediate sexual gratification. He wished. And B was for the Bullshit, which had not gone down, thus leaving only C for Clusterfuck.

Then, everything happened at once.

5)    Do you have a favorite author? Favorite book? (You know the one you go back to over and over.)

I tend to re-read ‘The Stand’ by Stephen King every couple of years. He’s such a wonderful writer. His characters are all individuals with their own faults and follies. Plus, total downfall of civilization. It’s an epic book.

Okay, now let’s have some fun…

6) So, you took a cruise on a luxury boat. Unfortunately, the darn boat sprung a leak and is sinking. There are over a hundred passengers on board – and only one lifeboat. Why should the captain choose you to be one of the lucky ten who gets a seat on that lifeboat.

My in-depth knowledge of apocalyptic catastrophes will make me invaluable to navigating survival on the boat, and on the desert island upon which we will inevitably be stranded. Plus it would be unconscionable to deny the world the follow-up book to Flesh, which I haven’t finished yet. Play fair.

7) You don’t know anyone else on the boat. Well, not personally anyway. But there sure are a lot of familiar faces. Just before the captain lowers the lifeboat, he tells you that you can choose one other passenger to climb in with you. It could be ANYONE. Who do you choose, and why?

Richard Armitage, because I love him. No, he’s mine. Get your own imaginary second husband. Now where’s that desert island?

8) Your heart is now pounding a mile a minute. You know why? Because on board that lifeboat with you are two people you’ve always wanted to have a ménage with. (Told you there were lots of familiar faces on the big ship. J ) Who are they?

Richard, obvs. So my third imaginary husband, Michael Fassbender, must therefore be the other. Ah, what sweet love we shall make.

9) You had to get out of your cabin in a hurry to get on the lifeboat. What are you wearing, and what did you manage to shove into your pockets?

Jeans. I’m always wearing jeans. Sorry, it’s not skimpy lingerie. Maybe next time. Yes, jeans and a t-shirt. Hopefully it’s not my ‘Warning: Ninja Expert’ shirt because that could be embarrassing.

10) What is the last thing you say to the captain?

You’ve done the right thing. Be brave. Now get the hell off my lifeboat. There’s only room for me, Richard and Michael and that king-size bed I grabbed from the state-room. Goodbye.

Note fom Jess: See? Told you she was hilarious.

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