Stacey Jay's MY SO-CALLED DEATH is being re-released today and it's the first time it's available in a digital format! If you love light, fun, YA with just the right balance of romance and mystery, you have got to get your hands on it! Stacey Jay is also releasing a freebie prequel today, CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGE ZOMBIE QUEEN.
Synopsis:
Just because you don't have a pulse doesn't mean you can't be perky.
One second, freshman Karen Vera's on top of the most fabulous cheer pyramid ever. The next, she's lying on the pavement with seriously unflattering cranial damage. Freakishly alive without a pulse, Karen learns that she's a genetically undead zombie.
Suddenly, Karen's non-life is an epic disaster. She's forced to attend a boarding school for the "death-challenged," her roommate is a hateful wannabe-Goth weirdo, and she's chowing down on animal brains every day to prevent rot (um, ew?). Even worse, someone is attacking students and harvesting their brains for a forbidden dark ritual. And it might be the hottest guy at DEAD High, the one who makes Karen's non-beating heart flutter!
Armed with a perky smile and killer fashion sense, it's up to Karen to track down the brain snatcher and save her fellow students from certain zombie death.
A light romantic mystery filled with gross-out humor and plenty of brains perfect for fans of Ally Carter, Robin Benway, and C.L. Stone.
Confessions Of A Teenage Zombie Queen
by Stacey Jay
Synopsis:
All in all, it was a good day to die. If there really is such a thing.
You hear characters in movies say things like that sometimes, but does anyone really believe the words “good” and “die” belong in the same sentence?
Still, it could have been worse. It could have been a dark and spooky night instead of a beautiful Georgia evening in late October, with a light wind whipping across the Peachtree High football field, making zombies seem like the last thing anyone needed to worry about…
One second, freshman Karen Vera's on top of the most fabulous cheer pyramid ever. The next, she's lying on the pavement with seriously unflattering cranial damage. Freakishly alive without a pulse, Karen learns that she's a genetically undead zombie.
Enjoy this prequel to the “welcome horror spoof” (Booklist) MY SO-CALLED DEATH, a paranormal romantic mystery perfect for fans of Ally Carter and C.L. Stone.
MY SO-CALLED DEATH
by Stacey Jay
“Respecting your new room
mate is essential. Now that you are one of the Undead, you could conceivably
live for hundreds of years. The relationships you begin now will be the
friendships that carry you through the millennium. Remember that, and conduct yourselves
accordingly.”
--DEAD High Dorm Handbook for Incoming
Students
“Wanted: White noise machine,
will pay any price. Would be awesome if it had one of those aromatherapy things
too. My roommate snores and smells! Pleaz help! Am exhausted and nasally tormented!”
--Note on Girls’ Dorm bulletin board
“Clarice sucks butt.”
--Bathroom stall, girls’ second floor
bathroom
“What are you doing? Is that a cheerleader on
my wall?” The shriek from the doorway made me scream and then burst out
laughing.
I always laugh when I’m scared. I
probably would have laughed as I was falling off the cheer pyramid if there had
been time. Admittedly weird, but my friends back in my human life thought it
was funny that I giggled all the way through horror movies.
“What are you laughing at? That has to
come down.” The girl in the door glared at the United Cheerleader Association
calendar I’d hung on my side of the room and threw her sweater on the floor.
Her greasy, shoulder length black hair twitched angrily around her shoulders and
her heavily lined gray eyes narrowed as if she’d just spotted a maggot on her
arm.
Maggots are a zombie’s only natural
predator—aside from angry mobs of humans or supernatural slayer types.
Principal Samedi had already warned me to watch out for flies that love to lay
their eggs in Undead flesh because, once they get started, maggot infestations
can be almost impossible to get under control.
Ugh. Maggot infestation. If
there was a grosser combination of words in the English language I couldn’t
think of it.
The thought made me laugh again. I was in
a laugh or cry situation. I had to giggle or I was going to lose what was left
of my sense of humor.
“Ohmygod, what is wrong with you?” the
girl asked, wrinkling her upper lip.
Guess she didn’t share my human friends’
appreciation for ill-timed chortling.
Stacey Jay is a recovering workaholic (or at least working hard at recovering) with two small children, and a passion for playing pretend for a living. She’s been a full time mom-writer since 2005 and can't think of anything she'd rather be doing. Her former careers include theatre performer, professional dancer, poorly paid C-movie actress, bartender, waiter, math tutor, and yoga instructor.
In her very limited spare time, Stacey enjoys cooking elaborate dinners and eating them very slowly, dressing up in costumes with her sons, and drinking wine with her husband. She loves to hear from readers and personally answers every single email she receives.
