#BadMoonRising Day 3 Dying Days 6 by Armand Rosamilia #horror #IndieAuthor @ArmandAuthor

Reblog: Armand Rosamilia Interview for #BadMoonRising Tour

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bmrToday we welcome Bad Moon Rising alumnus, Armand Rosamilia and his book, DyingDays 6!  I’ve always had a special place in my heart for zombies.


Continuing the Dying Days zombie series!

Darlene Bobich, the Zombie Killer, is on a mission to save her family. Can she succeed, even as more obstacles are thrown in her way: survivors bent on their own selfish needs, evolving zombies and the rotting world around her?

Dying Days are truly upon us…

What’s the first story you ever wrote?

Wow. That was when I was about twelve, so about thirty-five years ago. I can tell you the first published story I ever wrote. It was called “Beastie” and I was eighteen when it was published. I included it in my Skulls And Bones collection. The original version, which makes me cringe when I read it. But on the flip side I’m damn proud of it, too.

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Armand’s Summer Clearance Event! $5 Print Books!

$5 Clearance Signed Print Book Sale!


I’ve just come back from back to back conventions, Scares That Care Weekend in VA and Authors After Dark in GA. Both events went well but I realized something. OK, let me back up a second and be honest… I always knew I had this problem but until the past few weeks I never realized how bad my problem was… I pack enough books for every author in the room to sell.

I lost count (and too lazy to look) but I believe I am well over 50 different print books with my name in there somewhere. No way I should be able to carry a few copies of each, yet every time I go to a con I bring 3 full crates and at least 2 full boxes with me. Insanity! 

So… I decided to do something drastic about it. Actually, my wife forced me to do something intelligent…

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Author Armand Rosamilia – Dying Days 6

“Dying Days 6” Teaser!

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Dying Days 6 by Armand Rosamilia

EXCERPT from Dying Days 6 by Armand Rosamilia:


Her name had been Eve, which she thought fitting.

She loved watching football as a kid with her dad in Upstate New York. Dad was a Giants fan so she’d begun rooting for the rival Jets. Now, she wished she hadn’t been such a bad daughter.

“I need her to shut up,” Eve said quietly to the terrified man in chains.

The woman had been screaming for hours. At first Eve thought it amusing. How long could someone yell when they were slowly tortured?

Too long.

“Should we take her off the table?” the man in chains asked.

Eve moved with lightning speed and slapped the man across the face, driving his nose into his skull and killing him. Eve smiled and licked the trace of blood on her hand.

She no longer needed the blood or the violence but it…

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Author Armand Rosamilia – Dying Days 5

“Dying Days 5” Teaser!

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Dying Days 5 by Armand Rosamilia

EXCERPT  from Dying Days 5 by Armand Rosamilia:

Chapter One

Sally was bleeding out and all Mitchell could think about was if the zombies could smell it. He’d been covering her mouth for an hour, pushing down hard every time she tried to scream.

“You’re hurting her,” the little Puerto Rican bitch said for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes. Her New Yaw-Rican accent was getting on Mitchell’s nerves. If she wasn’t so damn hot, he would cover her mouth, too, but also her nose, until she died.

He hated having such vile thoughts. He was one of the good guys. “If she cries out, we’re dead. I heard noises outside.”

“There’s always noises outside,” the wimpy dude with the cracked glasses said. “The world moves around us.”

“Man, whatever drugs you’re taking, please share with me,” said the Puerto Rican chick. “Or else shut the fuck up…

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Author Armand Rosamilia – Dying Days 4

“Dying Days 4” Teaser!

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Dying Days 4 by Armand Rosamilia

EXCERPT from Dying Days 4 by Armand Rosamilia:

Chapter One

There were two of the rotting fuckers, set on either side of abandoned cars with their backs to the dunes, waiting to ambush whoever came down the road. The only weapons they carried were their natural ones: teeth and fingers, but they were in the advanced stages and they wore clean clothes and the bloodstains had been washed away.

And they were whispering back and forth across the stretch of open road between them, joking and laughing like there was nothing wrong in the world. One of them, the larger of the two, was scratching something into the sand with a small stick. They looked bored.

Tosha Shorb noticed the chain running across the road between the cars. She’d been on this stretch of A1A for hours without a car coming by. What were they waiting for?

She heard the…

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Author Armand Rosamilia – Dying Days 3

“Dying Days 3” teaser!

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Dying Days 3 by Armand Rosamilia

EXCERPT from Dying Days 3 by Armand Rosamilia:



He had a name, once, and it was Frank. He had a last name, but he couldn’t remember it. His thoughts, at the moment, were on trying to figure out what exactly a last name was.

The noise he heard was the ocean and he moved his stiff neck and looked down to see his shuffling feet kicking up sand on a beach. Frank had never been to the beach. Never felt sand on his toes, but he was doing it now. He was barefoot. He didn’t know why.

Frank couldn’t stop walking. He was being driven by something, an anger… but he didn’t know who he was mad at. He knew he was raging, though, and needed to strike out and rip someone apart. He didn’t know why, but, suddenly, knew it was the only reason to keep…

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Author Armand Rosamilia – Dying Days 2

“Dying Days 2” Teaser #zombies

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Dying Days 2 by Armand Rosamilia

EXCERPT from Dying Days 2 by Armand Rosamilia:

Chapter One

The undead came on, wave after wave, almost in time with the pounding of the surf to their right. For six hours, they filled the dunes and the strip of A1A with their rotting, shambling carcasses.

There were still hundreds of them below, wandering in and out of the ocean, stumbling over the dunes, under the stilt houses and clogging up the street.

At some point, they’d figured out how to climb the stairs to two stilt houses, killing the occupants of one and being slaughtered, in turn, by the survivors in the other until a barrier could be erected. None of the survivors in the other stilt houses said anything, but everyone knew that once this attack was over, the occupants would all need thorough checking for bite wounds.

Murph spit tobacco over the side of his home, the…

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