Today I am taking part in a blog tour for “They Shoot Corpses, Don’t They?” by C.S McLean, organised by Love Book Group.
TITLE: THEY SHOOT CORPSES, DONT’T THEY?
AUTHOR: C.S MCLEAN
GENRE: CRIME FICTION, HORROR
BLURB
An original blend of crime fiction and horror – Zombie Noir.
Pat O’Hare is the only (living) private detective in Farrelton, a crime-ridden city still recovering from the ravages of an undead uprising. Pat is hired to find the missing granddaughter of a rich industrialist. But, what starts out as simple enough job turns into a fight for survival as he finds himself pulled into a deadly mystery where nobody can be trusted. Helped only by a trigger happy ex-cop and a washed up boxer with a pathological fear of trees, Pat has to use every trick in the book just to stay alive. Caught between corrupt police, gun-wielding hitmen and a ruthless crime lord, Pat soon learns that the zombies are not the most dangerous creatures in town.
EXTRACT
‘My car,’ I said, speaking in short breathless bursts. ‘Round the corner. Blue Pontiac. Run.’
I led the way, racing through the parking lot, weaving in and out of cars. I fished my keys from
I led the way, racing through the parking lot, weaving in and out of cars. I fished my keys from
my pocket jumped into the driver’s seat and fired up the engine.
Louise and Travis got in the back, barely having time to shut the door before I hit the gas,
hurtling the car out
onto the street, tires screeching.
‘Everyone okay back there? No bones broken? Bullet holes?’
I glanced in the rearview mirror, saw Louise nod her head.
‘Good, because…’
‘Yeah, we’re just wonderful,’ said Travis.
In the mirror, I saw a black SUV pull out of the hotel parking lot and turn in our direction. Moving fast.
I stomped on the accelerator.
‘Because what?’ asked Travis.
‘Never mind. Brace yourselves.’
‘What for?’
I had the accelerator pedal pressed firmly against the floor, but still, the SUV was gaining on us.
Must have had some serious firepower under that hood. I swung on the steering wheel, taking the
‘Everyone okay back there? No bones broken? Bullet holes?’
I glanced in the rearview mirror, saw Louise nod her head.
‘Good, because…’
‘Yeah, we’re just wonderful,’ said Travis.
In the mirror, I saw a black SUV pull out of the hotel parking lot and turn in our direction. Moving fast.
I stomped on the accelerator.
‘Because what?’ asked Travis.
‘Never mind. Brace yourselves.’
‘What for?’
I had the accelerator pedal pressed firmly against the floor, but still, the SUV was gaining on us.
Must have had some serious firepower under that hood. I swung on the steering wheel, taking the
Pontiac in a sharp right turn. Moments later, the SUV did the same.
The distance between us was getting shorter with each passing moment.
‘Are we still in trouble?’ asked Louise, her voice barely above a whisper.
‘Nah,’ I said, wishing I felt as confident as I sounded. ‘It’s all cool.’
Something emerged from one of the SUV’s side windows. Long and black, pointing right at us.
Out of it came gunfire.
The Pontiac’s rear window suddenly evaporated, disintegrating into a shower of tiny glass fragments.
‘Okay,’ I admitted. ‘Now we’re in trouble.’
‘Are we still in trouble?’ asked Louise, her voice barely above a whisper.
‘Nah,’ I said, wishing I felt as confident as I sounded. ‘It’s all cool.’
Something emerged from one of the SUV’s side windows. Long and black, pointing right at us.
Out of it came gunfire.
The Pontiac’s rear window suddenly evaporated, disintegrating into a shower of tiny glass fragments.
‘Okay,’ I admitted. ‘Now we’re in trouble.’
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Stuart McLean (aka CS McLean) is a writer currently living in St Albans. He studied
Chemistry at the University of Hertfordshire – although, this was back in the days when the
Premiership was still called Division One and Hatfield was still a Polytechnic.
shortlisted for the Bloody Scotland short story competition.
He was shortlisted for the first Margery Allingham short story competition and was twice
pitched his brand of zombie noir to a largely bewildered group of panellists. He was also
Stuart was a finalist in the 2016 Bloody Scotland Pitch Perfect competition, in which he
was chosen as one of the 2018 Bloody Scotland Crime in the Spotlight authors, a platform to
ukulele, trumpet and harmonica. But, not at the same time.
highlight new and emerging crime writers.
When not writing, Stuart likes to play various musical instruments, all very badly; guitar,
ukulele, trumpet and harmonica. But, not at the same time.
Chemistry at the University of Hertfordshire – although, this was back in the days when the
Premiership was still called Division One and Hatfield was still a Polytechnic.
shortlisted for the Bloody Scotland short story competition.
He was shortlisted for the first Margery Allingham short story competition and was twice
pitched his brand of zombie noir to a largely bewildered group of panellists. He was also
Stuart was a finalist in the 2016 Bloody Scotland Pitch Perfect competition, in which he
was chosen as one of the 2018 Bloody Scotland Crime in the Spotlight authors, a platform to
ukulele, trumpet and harmonica. But, not at the same time.
highlight new and emerging crime writers.
When not writing, Stuart likes to play various musical instruments, all very badly; guitar,
ukulele, trumpet and harmonica. But, not at the same time.
THANK YOU!
