Rockstar Tours: THE UNDEAD TRUTH OF US (Britney S. Lewis), Excerpt & Giveaway! ~ US ONLY

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the THE UNDEAD TRUTH OF US by Britney S. Lewis Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out
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About the Book

Title: THE

Author: Britney S. Lewis

Pub. Date: August 9, 2022

Publisher: Disney-Hyperion

Formats: Hardcover, eBook

Pages: 368

Find it: GoodreadsAmazonKindle, B&N, iBooks, Kobo, TBD,

Death was everywhere. They all stared
at me, bumping into one another and slowly coming forward.

Sixteen-year-old Zharie Young is absolutely certain her mother morphed into a
zombie before her untimely death, but she can’t seem to figure out why. Why her
mother died, why her aunt doesn’t want her around, why all her dreams seem
suddenly, hopelessly out of reach. And why, ever since that day, she’s been
seeing zombies everywhere.

Then Bo moves into her apartment building—tall, skateboard in hand, freckles
like stars, and an undeniable charm. Z wants nothing to do with him, but when
he transforms into a half zombie right before her eyes, something feels
different. He contradicts everything she thought she knew about monsters, and
she can’t help but wonder if getting to know him might unlock the answers to
her mother’s death.

As Zharie sifts through what’s real and what’s magic, she discovers a new truth
about the world: Love can literally change you—for good or for dead.

In this surrealist journey of grief, fear, and hope, Britney S. Lewis’s debut
novel explores love, zombies, and everything in between in an intoxicating
amalgam of the real and the fantastic.


“Britney Lewis has really nailed it with this one. I
loved this striking, suspenseful, and deeply heartbreaking debut about a Black
girl named Zharie on a quest to discover the truth about her mother and the
darker parts of life and family! Spooky good.”―Jay Coles, author of Tyler
Johnson Was Here and Things We Couldn’t Say

“Deeply healing and impossible to put down, The Undead Truth Of Us, is an
affecting portrait of grief’s many shades, and an affirming reminder to
”―J. Elle, New York Times best-selling author of Wings of Ebony

“The perfect blend of emotion, sweet romance, and creepy imagery, The
Undead Truth of Us 
is a journey you won’t soon forget.”―Lauren
Blackwood, New York Times best-selling author of Within These Wicked Walls

“THE UNDEAD TRUTH OF US is a revelation of a story, both macabre and
magical, full of heartache, hope, and the infinite mysteries of love. I adore
this book.”―Rebecca Podos, author of Lambda Award-winning novel Like

The Undead Truth of Us is unlike any book I’ve ever read before.
In this eerie and otherworldly story, Britney Lewis layers explorations of
grief and love on the page like bright colors of paint on a canvas.”―Elise
Bryant, author of Happily Ever Afters and One True Loves

“A devastatingly poignant tale of grief, healing, and the monsters we make of
ourselves and of others. In American popular culture zombies have been used to
represent our greatest fears and what do we fear more than losing the people we
love? In Zharie, Lewis has created a perfectly imperfect character―someone who
is learning to navigate grief and love and friendship all at once. Her moments
of vulnerability feel familiar as do her moments of healing and joy. This story
is an emotional and gripping take on the classic zombie archetype. A must read
for lovers of genre bending horror.”―Kalynn Bayron, best-selling author
of Cinderella is Dead

“A lament, but with fireworks.”―Nafiza Azad, author of The Wild Ones

“A wonderful book full of lyrical prose, but also grief―and the painful,
sometimes beautiful, steps we take to get through it.”―Jessica Lewis,
author of Bad Witch Burning

“Britney S. Lewis explores love and death in a debut that is tender, poetic,
and wholly original.”
Zoraida Córdova, award-winning author of Labyrinth Lost




FIVE DAYS. FIVE . That was how long it took for Mama to turn  into a zombie.

Day one she was stoic. She refused to move from the couch, even  after I turned off the TV in the evening. I still remembered how frigid  her face looked in the dimness of the flickering candle before I blew it  out. The spaces above her cheeks were sunken in, eyes bulged away  from her face. A wiggle under there, only slightly, but it did. I saw it  move. I saw it twist.

And her brown skin looked frail and thin—any wrong move, and  I was afraid it would tear away in small slits, revealing the tissue  beneath.

“Mama . . .” I whispered, creeping closer to her in the darkness.  One foot after the other, the floorboards creaking with each step. I  wanted to know if she was okay, if she was even awake, but she didn’t  say anything. Looked at her again, waited. She released a deep breath,  the air cracking on its way out. Sounded like something was in there,  inching its way up her trachea.

I left it alone. Kissed her clammy head, pulled a blanket over her,  and tucked her in, hoping she’d be fine in the morning. And she would be fine. She always was.

Day two was strange. It began with her golden-brown eyes. They  glazed into a cynical gray like cataracts, and the brightness that  used to be in them dissipated like smoke in the wind. When she  spoke, her sentences were short and sloth-like—every word a complete struggle—almost as if someone had stuffed cotton beneath her  tongue.

On day three, her veins oozed a thick green sludge under her skin.  They pulsed and vibrated, not quite right. And her shoulders slouched  inward, like they were weighed down by a thousand invisible moons,  causing her inner tide to disrupt entirely.

As she inched closer and closer to the invisible abyss, her dark cloud  of sadness stripped away the caramelized flesh from her face, leaving  her disfigured.

By the fourth day, every breath came with a creaking croak. It was  like watching a sped-up time lapse of a fire burning out. Everything  I loved about her was gone.

We didn’t dance.

We didn’t sing.

She wasn’t the bleeding sunrise anymore—she was the deep, deep,  dark ocean.

And on November 4, before daybreak, her last breath rolled up her  throat and turned her into the undead thing that I feared. It was the worst day of my life.

I found her on the floor in the kitchen, and my throat swelled.  Her body lay in the fetal position, her right hand below her heart,  crumpled like an old rose.

But I didn’t get it. Zombies weren’t supposed to die so easily, yet  Mama did.

When the EMTs came, I tried to tell them, but the words wouldn’t  come out. They couldn’t see that she wasn’t only dead—she was  undead.

I—I, uh, my thoughts stammered, all I could do was stare blankly.  How could they not see it? How was I the only one?

And she . . .she needed more time. We needed more time. I didn’t  understand. What was wrong? How did she die? Was she really dead? But they rushed her out, and I couldn’t move from that spot in the  kitchen where I’d found her.

Couldn’t force the air out of my lungs. Couldn’t take any more  steps forward.

I tried to hold myself, but a sharp pain in my navel forced me to  my knees. I curled into a ball on the laminate floor, and the smell of the brewing coffee nestled in my nostrils, reminding me of how she  was just here, alive.

She was alive.

Closed my eyes, warm cheek against the cold tile now. And she was  gone. I knew she was because of the permanent goosies on my arms. When Mama died, I think her soul shattered into a Postimpressionist  painting filled with yellows and blues. We were the zigzagged, black  lines in that painting, the birds. And I swore I flew with her soul that  day, the wind still fresh between my fingers, but I couldn’t reach her.  Didn’t matter how fast I flew, she flew farther, and the sapphire horizon created a million miles between us. It swallowed her. They later told me that her heart exploded in her chest. Exploded. I  didn’t know how that could be humanly possible, but when they told  me, I saw those colors again.

She was yellow. I was blue.

She was dead and undead, and now the earth was flooded with  zombies, drowning me with the constant reminder of Mama. Why? I didn’t know why.

But why? 

I didn’t know why.

But I terribly, terribly, terribly wanted to.



About Britney S. Lewis:

S. Lewis
born and raised in Kansas City, Kansas where she fell in love with storytelling
and the idea that magic moved and breathed in our world. After getting her
Bachelor’s of Arts and Science, she worked in the world of marketing and
communications for a few years before accepting a position as an editor for
greeting cards where her job is to make sure to get the best words on paper.
When she isn’t daydreaming about new stories, Britney can be found
binge-watching TV shows with her husband and pup or practicing West Coast Swing
in one of her local dance studios. The Undead Truth of Us is her
debut novel. For more information, you can follow her on social media
@britneyslewis or visit her website at

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5 thoughts on “Rockstar Tours: THE UNDEAD TRUTH OF US (Britney S. Lewis), Excerpt & Giveaway! ~ US ONLY”

  1. Cori says:

    Beautiful cover

  2. csj1818 says:

    This sounds so interesting!

  3. I have never seen a book with a plot like this before! I’m really intrigued.

  4. Sounds so entertaining! Love books like this!

  5. Theresa says:

    I usually don’t read zombie books, but this one is definitely one I will read!

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