Spend Friday the 13th in Bed With a Creepy Freebie!

Metanoia Friday the 13th Promo

Who loves scary things on Friday the 13th? Yep, me too.

To celebrate all things creepy, I will be offering my novel, Metanoia, free on Friday the 13th (PDT) as well as through the ENTIRE weekend! So make sure you share the love and share this post 😉 You can download Metanoia free to your Kindle device or app by clicking here.


Metanoia by Rachel Tsoumbakos (Genre: zombies)METANOIA
Definition: n. a spiritual conversion or awakening; a fundamental change of character
Etymology: Greek ‘change one’s mind, repent’

Marli Anderson has just one task: assassinate Oscar La Monde, the man she once loved.

As assassin for hire for the prestigious Merrick’s Inc., she is sent back to her home town to kill the man she now loathes beyond all others—her husband. Considering they are on opposing sides of the uprising, Marli anticipates an easy task; ‘closure’ they call it. The fact that she can exact her revenge for his past discretions is just the icing on the cake.

When she arrives, the town has changed. The man she hated is unexpectedly welcoming. And the town’s folk—well, they’re just… different. Someone or something has transformed them all into a bunch of zombies. They appear to be harmless – but are they?

As she begins to uncover details of who may be behind the townsfolk’s’ metamorphosis, Marli is left fighting for the truth. Will she and Oscar be able to unravel the web of deception before it’s too late?

Should she trust her heart or her head? Which is less likely to get her killed?

Either way, METANOIA is a heart-stopping zombie apocalypse adventure that will keep you guessing at every twist and turn until the very end.

Throughout Metanoia I include chapters from the zombie perspective as they are turning. Each snippet is short, sweet and deliciously creepy. To get you in the mood to download Metanoia, I am also including a zombie excerpt from the novel.


Michelle could feel it, deep down inside now, a need, a hunger for it… something. Her nose rose high in the air, eyes closed, that sense not needed at all in her pursuit.

Next to her Frank Pettigrew copied her action. His hands dangled uselessly by his side, occasionally brushing at hers. Absently she clasped at the one closest to her, its touch seeming to ignite their sense of smell even more as their minds thought the same thing: food.

I need to eat.

Yet neither of them fully knew what it was that they hungered for, what food was driving them slowly to a frenzy now more desired than a sexual encounter had been in their previous life. Sex was of no consequence to either of them anymore. They couldn’t even work out why it had been important in the first place. They entire beings were now consumed with a great fire unlike any that could be quenched with water.

Little Toby Smith gazed up as his mother as she stared vacantly at the sky.

“I’m hungry mummy.” His fragile voice whispered across the wind. He tugged on his mother’s frayed cardigan when she didn’t respond to him. “Mummy! Can you hear me?”

Emily shook her head slightly when Toby shouted. A fog of yearning cleared for a brief moment and she turned her head to look at her son.

“Soon, honey, soon we’ll eat.” Her smile fractured a second after it formed as she raised her nose and smelled at the frosty air once more.

“I’m so hungry it hurts,” Toby replied, digging his fists into his belly. He couldn’t remember the last time his mummy had fed him – it seemed like days ago when she had made him a bowl of porridge and set it down in front of him with the small plastic honey bottle that was shaped like a bear.

He had taken the bottle to bed with him when his mum hadn’t fed him that night, obsessed as she was with standing in their driveway and peering off into the foggy mountains. Searching for something that consumed her even more than her son had just days earlier.

Reaching down into his hoodie pocket, he pulled out his honey pot now. It was empty; had been for a while now. How long he couldn’t say since he was yet to learn all the counting words. But he sucked on the end of it none the less, his saliva mixing with the small amount of sticky sweetness that was still stuck under the flip top lid. His panting as he drew on the empty bottle was the only noise to be heard over the sound of the low moans that were now emanating from the townsfolk gathered in the middle of the street.

And then, with his nose up in the air as he tried in vain to draw sustenance from the deflated pot of honey, he finally smelled the insatiable odour that the others were obsessed with.

“Mummy, when can we eat it?” he asked as he dropped the honey pot to the ground, forgotten finally.

Emily clasped his hand tighter, her eyes never leaving the sky above. “Soon, honey, so soon. Can you hear them?”

Toby tucked his head to one side. Yes, there was a noise, except it felt more like his heartbeat beating slightly out of time than an actual nose his ears were picking up. He nodded his head and followed when his mother led him deep into the forest.

You can pick up your free copy of Metanoia on Friday the 13th (PDT) through to midnight on the 15th of March by clicking here.


About mrszoomby

When I'm not writing or crocheting, I'm training for the zombie apocalypse.
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