Wonderland by J. Scott Coatsworth [Book Spotlight – Gay / Post-Zombie Apocalpyse / Christmas]

Wonderland - J. Scott CoatsworthJ. Scott Coatsworth has a new gay post-zombie apocalypse Christmas book out: “Wonderland.” And there’s a giveaway!

Zeke is a hermit in his late forties who lives a quiet life in a small cabin in the Western Montana mountains, a few miles outside of Thompson Falls. He’s gotten used to being alone since the end of the world, and has everything he needs. Everything but someone to talk to.

Nathan is a younger man on a cross-country trek, searching the country for someone… anyone still alive. Saddled with a ghost from his old life and a case of OCD, he stumbles upon Thompson Falls and a pack of rabid dogs.

Rescued by Zeke, he has to figure out how to be human again. And with Christmas just a week away, both men have to figure out if there’s something left to be hopeful for, and if they might have a future together.

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Excerpt

Zeke returned to the kitchen and pulled a couple dirty plates from the sink.

Nathan had flinched when Zeke had hugged him. He had started to shake.

Did that mean Nathan liked him? Was afraid of him, disgusted by him? He didn’t know how to read the signs. He’d always been crap with all that touchy feely stuff.

He glared at the stacks of dirty dishes. He hadn’t quite finished cleaning the place, but maybe he could keep Nathan out of there until he had a chance to get things organized.

His visitor seemed like a nice guy. Zeke wished his gaydar was better.

He washed the plates with some dish soap, giving them a good scrub, and dried them with some of his precious paper towels. He pulled out the last of his smoked salmon and put it on the plates, along with the fruit salad. “I have a few Snapples left,” he called. “Lemon or peach?”

“Peach is fine.”

Zeke hauled the plates and a couple forks out into the living room and presented one of them to Nathan with a flourish. “Compliments of the chef.”

Nathan laughed. “What I wouldn’t give to go to a nice restaurant again.” He took the plate and set it on his lap.

“I would love to have cheese again. Especially mozzarella.”

“I would die for a Hershey’s Special Dark chocolate bar.”

“I loved dark chocolate.” Zeke returned with the drinks and a couple more paper towels and took a seat on the floor against the wall by the fireplace where he could see Nathan properly. “Where did you start out on your journey?”

“Vermont. Seems like I’ve been walking forever.” Nathan took a bite of the salmon. “What about you? Ooh, this is delicious.”

Zeke looked around the old cabin. So many memories. “I grew up here. This was my Dad’s place. He passed away a few years ago.”

“It’s… nice.” Nathan took a drag on the bottle of Peach Snapple.

“It’s a pack-rat’s heaven,” Zeke corrected him.

“Yeah.” Nathan smiled wanly. “Sorry. My OCD is getting the better of me. I thought I had it under control, but the dog attack, and being in a place like this… Stress is a big trigger for me.”

“Oh man. I’m sorry.” A light went on in Zeke’s head. “That’s why you wanted the Xanax.” He glanced outside. It was getting dark. “I can run to town right now—”

“It’s all right. I can cope until tomorrow. The Xanax just helps take the edge off for a few hours; gives me time to cope. I’ve learned other ways to manage it.”

“So… OCD. Like that TV detective, Monk?”

Nathan winced. “Yeah. Kinda. It’s more complicated than that.”

“How long have you had it?” Zeke’s gaze lingered on Nathan’s naked chest. He was feeling warmer than he ought to.

“Since I was ten.” Nathan looked at the piles of stuff around the room.

Poor guy looked nervous as hell. “You think hoarding is a kind of OCD?” Zeke joked to lighten the mood.

Nathan snorted. “This isn’t hoarding. It’s survival.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Nathan was handsome, even dirty as he was. Zeke decided that he wanted to kiss him rather badly.

He shifted his trousers. He wasn’t usually so out of control like this.

Of course, Nathan had the whole only other living human being on the face of the Earth thing going for him too.

 


The Great Escape

Guest Post by J. Scott Coatsworth

 

It’s been a long ride.

We’re stuck at home and have been for eight months while we wait out the COVID-19 pandemic. I am sick to death of staring at the same four walls, of the endless cycles of laundry and meals and dishes and housecleaning.

I miss seeing friends face to face. I miss going into a grocery store and buying things on impulse. Taking our laptops to Starbucks to work when our wifi goes down. Having my dad or mom come stay with us for a few days. All these bits of normal we’ve given up to fight this thing.

But I have a secret escape hatch.

Every morning, I get up at 5:30 in the morning and write. I slip through the window of my laptop screen into another world, and pass an hour or two there, away from COVID and politics and household chores.

Lately I’ve been logging hours in the void between the Moon and Earth in “Dropnauts,” but before that, I hung out in future Seattle and future Vancouver, and spent a week in the eighties reliving my high-school years.

Being a writer is like being a tour guide with the keys to another dimension.

There are still things to do around the house, an endless parade of things that never seems to end.

But tomorrow I’m off to future San Francisco. I’ll send you a postcard.


Author Bio

J. Scott CoatsworthScott lives with his husband Mark in a yellow bungalow in Sacramento. He was indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine. He devoured her library, but as he grew up, he wondered where all the people like him were.

He decided that if there weren’t queer characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.

A Rainbow Award winning and runs Queer Sci Fi, QueeRomance Ink, Liminal Fiction, and Other Worlds Ink with Mark, sites that celebrate fiction reflecting queer reality, and is a full member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America (SFWA).

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