Steamy Zombie Romance!

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BLURB:  WHEN EVERYTHING ENDS, ONLY LOVE REMAINS.

This is a new adult erotic romance series that contains graphic sexual scenes and explicit violence. Not suitable for under 18s.

The dead are not staying dead. They’re rising and attacking the living. Eighteen year-old Faith loses her parents and almost loses her life but Gideon saves her. Their shared grief binds them but will their passionate desire for each other be enough to help them build a new life for themselves in a changed and violent world? Or, will the End Times rip them apart?

If you enjoy The Walking Dead, you'll love this steamy zombie apocalypse romance of taboo love!

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EXCERPT: I told myself I should lock the house up tight, turn off all the lights and go to bed. It was dark and there was nothing I could do about my family’s disappearance now. In the morning I would walk to Acadia and find out what happened. But the more I tried to tell myself I should remain in the house, the more I felt I needed to go. Why wait? I knew the way well enough and yes, it would take a few hours to get there on foot, but I was too nervy to go to sleep. I’d just stay awake the whole night and then I’d be too tired to go anywhere the next morning, assuming what had gotten everybody hadn’t yet come for me. My mind made up, I grabbed a flashlight from a drawer in the kitchen and set out after locking the house up behind me. I turned off all the lights, too. I don’t know what made me do that but I just felt like it didn’t make sense to leave it all lit up. If there really were Risen Dead around it might attract them like moths to a flame. 

Luckily, the moon was half-full and it was a cloudless night so I didn’t need to turn the flashlight on. In about ten minutes, I reached the outer gate to our property, pushed it open and walked through. I latched it behind me, wondering if I would ever pass that way again. The thought made another sob catch in my throat but I squared my shoulders and started off down the road. I was letting my imagination get the best of me. I had no proof anything had happened to my family. A sense of foreboding wasn’t a fact, I told myself resolutely as I set out. But it was a fact that nobody had answered their phone, not even the sheriff or the emergency responders.
There were no streetlights out our way since we were so far from town but, like I said, the moon and the stars lit up the night well enough so I kept the flashlight off to save the batteries. The chirping of crickets and my own footsteps were the only sounds but that didn’t disturb me none since it wasn’t unusual. Noises would have been unusual. It felt eerie being on the road like this all by myself but this wasn’t someplace like New York City or D.C. where, like Pa always said, one had to fear for one’s life just going to the supermarket. 

I trudged on through the dark silence trying to keep my spirits up by murmuring little prayers. Dear God, please let my family be alright. Please let me find them. Please, please, dear God. Like that. 

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EXCERPT:

People had poured in from the surrounding areas for the annual market festivities and the village was bursting at its seams. Everyone looking for something to buy and everyone with something to sell was there as were the tricksters, the musicians, the acrobats, and the mad.
Jack stalked past them all, his darkly handsome face too menacing for anyone to even dare approach him.
Near the place where a peddler was advertising cures for everything from dandruff to the inability to pee, stood a large tent in front of which a busker called on people to see all manner of curiosities and freaks – a pig with two heads, a woman as hairy as an ape, a mummified mermaid the size of a ten year-old child. The line to enter snaked around the tent though the fee was two crowns.
Jack’s purse was full, thanks to Percy Threlfall, but the tent and its attractions didn’t interest him and he walked on.
“A love ballad, sir,” a young boy cried, shaking the paper in Jack’s face. “Here’s a ballad of a lonely merman who appeared on the Devon coast and sang of his lost love, a fisherman’s daughter whom he’d caressed many a night, but who forsook him to marry a woodsman.”
Jack glared at the boy. “And why should that be of interest to me?” he snarled.
“I’d imagine his expression was as sad as yours,” the cheeky boy replied, undaunted by Jack’s bad temper.
“I have many things to be sad about but a lost love is not among them,” Jack snapped. Of course he wasn’t sad about any lost love, Jack reassured himself, as he pushed through the crowd of people enjoying themselves at the summer fair. He certainly wasn’t in love. Had never been, and never would be.
The fact that he couldn’t get Lucy Threlfall’s sparkling blue eyes and pink-tipped breasts out of his mind had nothing to do with love. It was lust, pure and simple. His cock stirred in his breeches as the image of her pale, naked body shaking on the forest floor flashed to his mind. Jack growled his annoyance. It had been more than a week since he’d stopped the Threlfalls on their way to their new manor home, the manor home that had once belonged to his family before the Lord Regicide or, as he was more commonly known, the Lord Protector, Oliver Cromwell, had taken it from his father for throwing his support to the royalist cause. Now his father was dead, his mother remarried, and the Threlfalls lived in the house Jack had once called his home.