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You never know when one of the dead is waiting to drag you to hell. -Gus”

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Words and thoughts that escape the confines of my mind.
  • Summers in Seattle

    It’s deep summer here in Seattle. I’m used to spending these days outside, often looking over Puget Sound or at the Cascade Mountains. These things really help me connect with the stories I write. They offer intense inspiration for me. It feels as if we’re on a month of smog here and it’s impossible to see past about a mile. Most of it is coming from British Columbia’s wildfires. We’re in desperate need of both wind and rain. 

    Rotten (book one) is coming along nicely, despite the skies being clouded. Zoe and Boggs were asleep when the dead rose. Ellis and Poppy will walk us through the first moments as they face it head-on from the beginning. Strangers, they will quickly become allies as they fight the dead. 


  • I am humbled.

    Today marks a very exciting day in my writing career! Just over five years ago, I sat down and penned the first words of my first book (Grace Lost). I really had no idea what I was doing and had to learn along the way. I never intended to make a career out of it. Something magical happened, though. As ideas inside my head turned into letters that formed words, I discovered a new passion. There has never been a day since that I’ve regretted taking this path. In September of 2012, I decided to self publish Grace Lost. A few months later it began to sell. Then reviews started to show up. I’ve come to value all reviews, both good and bad. The first review turned into a few and then a couple dozen. Today, Grace Lost got it’s 300th review on Amazon!  Not all of them are perfect, but neither is my work. I am so excited by this milestone – but mostly humbled that 300 people would feel compelled to leave a review. I am humbled that people read what I write. The Grace Series began as something for me to do while I was recovering from a broken ankle. It quickly turned into a passion that has only grown by readers kindling the fire.

    Thank you to my readers, for being the heart of my stories.


  • What’s Going on…

    It’s been a few months since State of Grace released. A lot of people have asked if there will be more. I still don’t have a firm yes or no, but I’m not opposed to continuing it at some point. When? Honestly, I’m not sure. There’s a few other books I’m working on: Schiessl House, The Planted (part one), and The Sun Series (book two). They’ve each been started, but as I was delving into The Planted (which I had put ahead of the others) I got the itch to begin a new zombie series. “Rotten,” book one, is coming along well. It won’t take place in the same “world” of the Grace Series, but I’m hoping it proves to be just as gory! I’m really excited about this one and it might even be wrong of me to be falling in love with my own book!


M. Lauryl Lewis - wife, mother, author, & zombie addict




A lot of people ask what the “M” stands for. The name I turn my head to is “Marcy.” When I was sixteen, I legally changed my middle name to Lauryl (it’s a very long story) and I knew shortly after that if I were ever to write a book, it would be as M. Lauryl (Lewis came later when I got married). I’ve been married to my husband, Peter, since 2002. We have three little boys who are currently going in to 7th, 6th, and 4th grade. We love to go camping and on hikes on sunny days, love playing with our dogs and cats, and look forward to just about any family time we get. I was a registered nurse from 1995-2013, when I opted to retire so that I could focus on writing as well as be available for our oldest son, who was diagnosed with a brain tumor in May of 2014. I love Thai food, the color green, the number 5, and reading! I’m also a firm believer in the power of a nap. I’ve always loved animals. Our family has three cats and four dogs that range from 12 up to 120 pounds!




Since very young adulthood, I always thought it would be “cool” to write a book someday. But in all honesty, it was nothing I ever planned to pursue. I was quite content as an RN, for over 18 years. In March of 2012, we had about an inch of snow on the ground. When I went out to feed my flock of chickens, I slipped and tore apart ligaments in my ankle. Within a month, I knew I was in pretty deep doo-doo and was spending most of my time in a recliner due to the pain of walking (even with an immobility boot). So, I pulled out my laptop and decided to write a book. GRACE LOST was “born,” and I decided to self-publish it in September of 2012. I found my passion through a random act of clumsiness and can’t imagine NOT writing anymore! My genre of choice is horror, but I’ve also written a new adult romance. I’ve loved horror (zombies in particular) since I was a very young child.




Some people take notice that my characters are flawed. This is intentional. I feel that by making characters realistic, the story will be more believable. The protagonist in the Grace Series is known for crying, being too trusting, too naive, and younger than her 20 years. And vomiting. I picked a young, naive, shy woman on purpose. I wanted to tell a tale of how an average person would react to the zombie apocalypse. My characters make some poor decisions. They don’t always use perfect grammar when they speak.  They cry. They scream. They show their fears.



Snippets to keep you fed!


The truth is I was born dead. It was a consequence, I was told, of my mother not loving me. It wasn’t the doctors or the nurses who brought me back to life. It wasn’t my mother wrapping her arms around my lifeless newborn body nor was it her aching heart reaching out in desperate need of knowing me. She never held me. She never named me. As the story goes, she refused to even look at me. It wasn’t the miracle of modern technology that brought me back from the land of shadows and silence. It was my father’s tears that brought me to life, nearly two hours after my birth.
Beyond that first day, I didn’t know either of my parents.  The woman who raised me said that she was there at my birth and the hours that followed.  She witnessed me draw my first breath as my father held my cold, blue, and still body to his chest.  My mother thought I was a child of the Devil, implanted within her womb by a secret society of demons.  My father felt compelled to care for her even in her insanity, so for my own safety he painfully left me behind to be cared for by others.  I was told that he sobbed in the end when they took me from him.  I hadn’t thought badly of him for his decision. After all, my life so far had been one filled with happiness and love.



Norse goddess of war and wealth, of love and fertility.
I was named after the goddess of love and war. Freya. War would be in my future, but the people who sentenced me to this life certainly did not do it out of love. Did they know monsters would await our arrival? Did they know how long the nights would last? 



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