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    One Smart Zombie
    One Smart Zombie
    One Smart Zombie
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    One Smart Zombie

    By Amarinda Jones

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    "Jacqueline, is that the best you can do?" He sent a sent a smashing blow towards her nose.
    She only just dodged the black, fisted boxing glove by retreating backwards, lightly on her feet as the rush of air from the power of it shot over her nose. Refocusing, she aimed an uppercut at his stomach. "Don’t call me Jacqueline."
    He bowed his body backwards, deflecting the punch. "Jackie, then."
    Jack Katz smiled. She knew this man of old. The games he played she enjoyed. "Do you want me to beat the shit out of you?"
    Magnus Wellsby snorted at that. "Like you could. You’re just a girl, Jaq-ue-line."
    Whack. Her fist connected with his jaw. Jack had the satisfaction of seeing his eyes momentarily blink in pain. She followed up with a hook to his stomach. The involuntary sound of oomph from him made her smile. He never gave away any feelings or emotions unless caught off guard. Like now. "You’re getting old, Squiggly." She danced around him punching the air waiting for him to re-group. "How old are you anyway?" He was her colleague, boss and mentor. He annoyed the hell out of her with his attitude and fascinated her with the mystery that surrounded him. One minute he was obvious, the next obtuse and confusing. Jack called him 'Squiggly' due to his dark, bushy eyebrows that looked like they had been haphazardly drawn on. Those, and his curly hair, made her think of squiggles. Of course he was the least ‘Squiggly’ man she had ever met. There was a deep, magnetic intensity about him that was both powerful and frightening. Calling him Squiggly, in her mind, slightly leveled the playing field they were on.
    "Why? You interested in me?"
    She bounced back and forward in front of him. Could he knock her on her ass? Absolutely. Would he? Absolutely. That was their relationship. Equal, yet not so. Jack wasn’t silly enough to think she knew everything about the dark haired man. In some ways it was probably best not to. There was a scary, intense edge to him hidden behind a charming smile. "Well, when the paramedics come it would be helpful to be able to give them your approximate age." It was then she caught her sneakered toe on the edge of a rubber exercise mat and hit the floor, landing hard on her side. The fall jarred her. She rolled over and looked up at her opponent. Jack knew being vulnerable at any stage with him was dangerous.
    He laughed. "On your back, where you should be, Katz." Magnus charged her, giving no quarter.
    Jack scrambled onto her knees and crawled fast along the ground. It wasn't dignified but it wasn't meant to be. She was only looking to get enough distance between them in order to get to her feet. Once up, Jack repositioned her stance. Left foot forward while her right was behind giving her strength. Her red gloved fists guarded her face. She liked boxing. It was good cardio that kept her reflexes strong and Squiggly was a good opponent. Unlike other men she boxed with, he treated her like an equal and pulled no punches. Neither did Jack. "Bring it on, Squiggly-man." Magnus charged her, fists flying, making her continuously back away. She knew she needed to get in a position where she could force him back but it was hard. He just kept coming.
    "This enough for you, Katz? Do you need more? Something harder or deeper? More out of control? I know you like it like that."
    She did. But not boxing. They both knew that. "I’d wear you out of we had sex." Jack was starting to sweat, trying to avoid contact with him.
    He laughed at that. "I may not want to have sex with you." Magnus threw a long armed punch.
    Jack managed to avoid it. Just. "That’s true. I’ve often wondered whether you like men better."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherScarlet Harlot Publishing
    Release dateApr 23, 2014
    ISBN9781310343797
    One Smart Zombie
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    Amarinda Jones

    Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your arse, but after all, that's what cellulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully. Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch that all the kids are scared of. But then, everyone has to have a hobby.

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      One Smart Zombie - Amarinda Jones

      One Smart Zombie

      Story 2 - Jack Katz Zombie Hunter

      By Amarinda Jones

      Published by Amarinda Jones at Smashwords

      Copyright 2014 Amarinda Jones

      Smashwords Edition

      Chapter One

      Jacqueline, is that the best you can do? He sent a sent a smashing blow towards her nose.

      She only just dodged the black, fisted boxing glove by retreating backwards, lightly on her feet as the rush of air from the power of it shot over her nose. Refocusing, she aimed an uppercut at his stomach. Don’t call me Jacqueline.

      He bowed his body backwards, deflecting the punch. Jackie, then.

      Jack Katz smiled. She knew this man of old. The games he played she enjoyed. Do you want me to beat the shit out of you?

      Magnus Wellsby snorted at that. "Like you could. You’re just a girl, Jaq-ue-line."

      Whack. Her fist connected with his jaw. Jack had the satisfaction of seeing his eyes momentarily blink in pain. She followed up with a hook to his stomach. The involuntary sound of oomph from him made her smile. He never gave away any feelings or emotions unless caught off guard. Like now. You’re getting old, Squiggly. She danced around him punching the air waiting for him to re-group. How old are you anyway? He was her colleague, boss and mentor. He annoyed the hell out of her with his attitude and fascinated her with the mystery that surrounded him. One minute he was obvious, the next obtuse and confusing. Jack called him 'Squiggly' due to his dark, bushy eyebrows that looked like they had been haphazardly drawn on. Those, and his curly hair, made her think of squiggles. Of course he was the least ‘Squiggly’ man she had ever met. There was a deep, magnetic intensity about him that was both powerful and frightening. Calling him Squiggly, in her mind, slightly leveled the playing field they were on.

      Why? You interested in me?

      She bounced back and forward in front of him. Could he knock her on her ass? Absolutely. Would he? Absolutely. That was their relationship. Equal, yet not so. Jack wasn’t silly enough to think she knew everything about the dark haired man. In some ways it was probably best not to. There was a scary, intense edge to him hidden behind a charming smile. Well, when the paramedics come it would be helpful to be able to give them your approximate age. It was then she caught her sneakered toe on the edge of a rubber exercise mat and hit the floor, landing hard on her side. The fall jarred her. She rolled over and looked up at her opponent. Jack knew being vulnerable at any stage with him was dangerous.

      He laughed. On your back, where you should be, Katz. Magnus charged her, giving no quarter.

      Jack scrambled onto her knees and crawled fast along the ground. It wasn't dignified but it wasn't meant to be. She was only looking to get enough distance between them in order to get to her feet. Once up, Jack repositioned her stance. Left foot forward while her right was behind giving her strength. Her red gloved fists guarded her face. She liked boxing. It was good cardio that kept her reflexes strong and Squiggly was a good opponent. Unlike other men she boxed with, he treated her like an equal and pulled no punches. Neither did Jack. Bring it on, Squiggly-man. Magnus charged her, fists flying, making her continuously back away. She knew she needed to get in a position where she could force him back but it was hard. He just kept coming.

      This enough for you, Katz? Do you need more? Something harder or deeper? More out of control? I know you like it like that.

      She did. But not boxing. They both knew that. I’d wear you out of we had sex. Jack was starting to sweat, trying to avoid contact with him.

      He laughed at that. I may not want to have sex with you. Magnus threw a long armed punch.

      Jack managed to avoid it. Just. That’s true. I’ve often wondered whether you like men better.

      To fight? Yeah, they’re not as quick tempered as you are.

      In answer to that she lashed out a punch at him. It was a bad move to make. Magnus grabbed her arm and flipped her down onto the mat. Once more she was flat on her back. He jumped down straddling her body, grabbing her hands and holding them above her head. Both of them were breathing heavily.

      Why the sudden change to having blonde hair?

      Jack blew a lock of it off her forehead. She had bleached her brown hair in a moment of madness. Why not? She hooked one leg around his, poked him in the stomach and rolled so she was on top him. That was better. It was hard to concentrate when lean, hot, male muscle was pressing into her. She sat astride him, hands on his t-shirt covered chest. The hard mass of scar tissue under her palm again made her wonder how many people would have survived a zombie trying to rip their heart out through this chest. Not bloody many. But he had. That indicated the resilience of this man. She felt his hands cup her lycra-covered butt, pulling her down harder against his groin. Her gaze went to his. What did he want? Was he teasing or needing? And what do I want? Deep inside, she knew the answer. He scared her.

      Magnus smiled. Did you need a change?

      Maybe. She knew he wasn’t just talking about her hair.

      ’Not happy with your life, Katz? He shifted slightly.

      Jack felt his dick pushing up against her. She wanted to rub herself on it, inciting the fleshy shaft but was that smart? They worked together. It might make it awkward. Yeah, that was the reason. Not. She was the Queen of Awkward and this man had a King of Awkward card that trumped hers. Are you trying to psychoanalyze me? She sat back from temptation.

      Maybe. You’re quite the head fuck.

      Jack laughed at that. Was he kidding? There were times where she felt like she needed the Rosetta Stone to interpret him. "Me? You are."

      I’m easy to work out.

      She rolled her eyes at that. It was time to get off the hot, confusing man. Yeah, right. Jack pushed up from him, swinging one leg over the other to climb off.

      Magnus rolled over on his side and looked at her.

      What? She was on her knees looking into his eyes, trying to work him out.

      You’re a pain in the ass.

      Jack laughed. Coming from you that wounds me deeply—not.

      Magnus hesitated, his gaze shifting.

      Cat got your tongue? Jack asked.

      Do you have any weapons on you other than your mouth?

      Jack felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. He looked too serious to be joking. Why? She started peeling off her gloves in a casual manner. Whatever Magnus saw indicated enough to her that they would have to fight it.

      Zombie at five o’clock. His voice was low and soft.

      Jack didn’t turn to look. She sniffed the air. The stench of decayed flesh was now evident to her. She was annoyed she hadn’t noticed it before, but then, she’d been too focused on Magnus. Only one? Her voice was a murmur as her boxing gloves came to rest casually beside her. She could punch the stuffing out of a zombie but it wouldn’t die. The gym is full today. A lot of zombie food. She knew zombies rarely traveled alone. They were too stupid. Their brains

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