Someone, Sell Me a Zombie

Maybe it’s George Romero’s fault–or possibly Laurell K Hamilton’s, but I just can’t get into zombies unless they’re either trying to scare me or make me laugh.

Romance with wolves, vampires, mers, demons? Sure, bring it on. The bigger the better. (And in the case of the Black Dagger Brotherhood *swoons* I mean that quite literally.)

Zombies? Not so much. In my mind, a zombie is a slathering, mindless, murdering stumble-bunny that’s hard to kill. It probably smells bad, like the rotting meat it is. If not mindless, it’s likely stupid. Dirt could be matted in its hair. It might chow down on brains, since it has none of its own. These things do not make me feel warm and fuzzy.

So it occurs to me, as the Zombie Revolution in urban fantasy continues unabated, that perhaps I haven’t met the right zombies.

So come on. Sell me on some zombies.

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About Suzanne Johnson

Author of urban and paranormal fantasy and romantic suspense, currently living in Auburn, Alabama. Author of the Sentinels of New Orleans series (Royal Street; River Road: Elysian Fields, Pirate's Alley, and Belle Chasse (Nov 2016). Writing as Susannah Sandlin, she is the author of the Penton Legacy series (Redemption; Absolution; Omega; Storm Force; Allegiance); The Collectors series (Lovely, Dark, and Deep; Deadly, Calm, and Cold); and the upcoming Wilds of the Bayou series (Book 1, Wild Man's Curse) releases April 2016).

5 thoughts on “Someone, Sell Me a Zombie

  1. LOL. You and me both. I just don’t get it. I was told by an agent on Twitter to check out an anthology called “Half Past Dead” that has a couple of novellas by Zoe Archer and Biana D’Arc that do the romantic zombie thing. *shudders*

  2. I just do not see the attraction with Zombies as the romantic leads- ewwwww. Gross.

    Body parts falling off or getting stuck during the nitty gritty acts are just not “sensual” IMO.