I wax rhapsodic on vultures today on Mary Robinette Kowal’s Blog for that book-type thing I’m calling My Loaded Gun, My Lonely Heart that came out on November 3 to book retailers everywhere. See what all the fuss is about, why don’t you.
Joe Mynhardt over at Crystal Lake was kind enough to feature me over at “The Deep End” blog where I talk about psychopaths with hearts of gold and human monsters in support of My Loaded Gun, My Lonely Heart, released this November 3. Stop by and give it a read and check out all the other entries where authors discuss facets of their stories and their writing process.
It’s official the Goodreads Giveaway for My Loaded Gun, My Lonely Heart is underway, now through October 11th!
Publisher’s Weekly reviewed it a few weeks ago and had this to say about it:
” Vitus’s tragic past and newfound humanity make him a compelling figure, and his wry narration, given to moments of self-loathing and snark, at times reads like a fever dream shot through with startling moments of sanity. This emotionally charged genre-buster serves up more than a few good punches and won’t disappoint fans of dark fantasy laced with pitch-black humor. “
Somewhat surprised to discover that Publishers Weekly reviewed Bring Me Flesh, I’ll Bring Hell last month, little less than a year from the book’s original release in October of 2014. 
From the review:
“Femmes fatales, double-crosses, and blood-spattered action characterize this hard-boiled homage to zombie fiction… In this terrifying moral battleground, the dead are superior to the “black-suited men with dead eyes” orchestrating human affairs. Rose’s debut achieves a unique, hard-edged voice strengthened by clipped prose.”
The rest of the review is available here.
My wonderful editor Nicole Frail posted a pic on twitter of incoming ARCs. Let’s walk into the light, shall we?
Vitus returns this November in My Loaded Gun, My Lonely Heart.
Here it is, folks — the cover for My Loaded Gun, My Lonely Heart. Covers bring that magical element to the process as it becomes apparent that yes, this is indeed really happening. I’m pleased with the result, especially considering the subject matter of the story itself. My wonderful editor and the folks at Talos are looking at November release this year for this one. Brace yourselves — promotions are coming!
Here’s the summary from the Amazon page:
“If you don’t know by now, we don’t deal in happy endings here . . .”
Vitus Adamson has a second chance at life now that he’s no longer a zombie, but after killing his brother Jamie, Vitus lands in prison on murder charges. Jamie’s death exposes secret government projects so deep in the black they cannot be seen—without Vitus, that is.
Sprung from jail, the government hires Vitus to clean up Jamie’s mess, but tracking down his brother’s homemade monsters gone rogue is easier said than done. A convicted killer safely behind bars may not be so safe after all when it appears he is still committing murder through his victim’s dreams. High on Atroxipine (the drug that once kept him functioning among the living) and lapsing into addiction, Vitus’s grip on reality takes a nasty turn when his own dreams start slipping sideways.
His problems multiply as he deals with his failed friendship with wheelchair-bound officer Geoff Lafferty, his wrecked romance with the town mortician Niko, government agents working for his father, sinister figures lurking in the shadows, and least of all, the complications of learning how to be human again.
Secret agents, conspiracy theories, broken hearts and lonely souls, the siren song of prescription drugs . . . In My Loaded Gun, My Lonely Heart, readers are invited to discover life after undeath, where there are no happy endings.
Some people like to know what writers listen to when they write. Here ya go: sounds of Bring Me Flesh, I’ll Bring Hell.
George Cotronis has posted a review of Bring Me Flesh, I’ll Bring Hell.
“Nothing about sunsets and beautiful vistas, all about sinew, rotting flesh and fatalism.”
“He would never forget this particular twilight. Years later, looking back across all their voyages together, this walk along Penn Boulevard would become his fondest memory. He would wake from a deep sleep in the dead of night and remember Philadelphia, Christmas, and the snow. He would hear the far-off carols playing their evensong and taste the winter air they breathed and feel the frozen grief of the solitude that divided them. That was the year I gave her a pear, he would tell the darkness.”
-Marc Behm, The Eye of the Beholder
Astronautilus – The Wondersmith and His Sons
“Father was a charming man, with much hidden up his sleeve. I wonder if this is what he planned, when he taught his tricks to me.”
Wonderfully noir.
Martin Rose 
