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About the book:
Laney Landry has been fighting Deads alongside her brother and friends for three years. But she has a secret. She’s immune to Dead bites and has to find the right people to trust with the information. Her team rallies around her to find a doctor who can extract a vaccine from Laney which could fight the virus that ended the world.
Sean Daniels leads a colony that provides her team with much needed shelter and supplies. He is obviously interested in Laney. The question is whether he’s only intrigued by her as a source for the possible vaccine, or for something more. Tests for the cure might push her body beyond what it can endure, and just as she faces a ghost from her past, her longtime teammate Derek Mitchell hints at an interest in more than just her Dead slaying abilities.
Two honorable and alluring men – one colossal decision to make. Despite historically bad taste in men, can she rise above the chaos of the apocalypse and choose the one who deserves her heart? The right choice could mean the difference between surviving…and living.
“My wife is gone,” he said, surprising her with the change in direction. From the look on his face, he had surprised himself as well.
“Sorry to hear that.”
He nodded curtly. “Why did Mona bring you to meet with me?”
“Your guess is as good as mine. She just said she thought we should talk.”
Sean looked at her blankly until anger flashed across his face. “If she thinks she is playing matchmaker, she couldn’t be further off the mark on what would interest me.”
That was a slap in the face. Why did he say the cruelest things he could think of? And how did he know her most painful insecurities? She was determined not to let him see he’d hurt her but the careless venom of his words left a welt on her pride.
“I should go,” she said quietly. She rose to leave and reached for the door handle.
Sean growled, a frustrated and angry sound. “I’m sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry at all.
She turned angrily at the door. “You know, I didn’t know you were Sean Daniels. If I knew it was you leading this colony, I never would have come to your office. I like Mona, though, and she insisted I speak with you. It’s not like it is on my bucket list to shack up with a man who clearly hates me. You jacked up my face with your helmet and you completely humiliated me in front of my own team and a group of total strangers.” Her voice hitched embarrassingly but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. “You obviously had someone you cared for deeply.” She waved her hand in Adrianna’s direction. “Well, so did I. You aren’t the only one suffering a loss, Mr. Daniels. I may not be your type, but I was someone’s type and I don’t deserve to be treated as cruelly as you have done today. And what is that smell?”
Sean opened his mouth to reply but frowned and shut it again. “What smell?” he asked. He was a wise man for choosing to only hit on the final part of her speech.
“It reeks of Deads in here. Not just in here but all over your colony. Do you bury their bodies inside the gates?”
“You can smell Deads at a distance?” He leaned over the desk on his knuckles and the position made his triceps flex under his tight black cotton shirt. His appeal only made her angrier.
“Yeah, it’s a gift,” she said sarcastically.
“We bury the bodies a mile outside of the colony. There has never been a Dead inside of the gates. Not since we finished building them. Maybe you smell the ones outside of the gates. That I can’t help you with. We don’t have an unlimited supply of ammo.”
“It wouldn’t be this strong. Usually I get a break when we hole up in a colony. The smell is as strong as ever inside your gates, though.”
“Maybe it’s me,” he said, looking completely unembarrassed. “It was a long supply run. It’ll probably take a few showers to get all of the Dead reek off of me.”
Every muscle in her body froze like a snake on a cold day as Sean walked deliberately toward her. He stopped directly in front of her and waited.
“What are you doing?” she asked through clenched teeth.
She leaned slowly forward and took in his clean scent, finding momentary relief from the nausea. “Homemade shampoo,” she murmured as she repressed a shudder.
“You smell like soap and homemade shampoo.” She looked down so he wouldn’t see the heat rising in her cheeks.
About the Author
Tera Shanley writes in sub-genres that stretch from Paranormal Romance, to Historic Western Romance, to Apocalyptic (zombie) Romance. The common theme? She loves love! A self-proclaimed bookworm, she was raised in small town Texas and could often be found decorating a table at the local library. She currently lives in Dallas with her husband and two young children and when she isn’t busy running around after her family, she’s writing a new story or devouring a good book. Any spare time is dedicated to chocolate licking, rifle slinging, friend hugging, and the great outdoors.
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