It continues with Pete and Wunder finally meeting and talking and continues on with her finding out her mother isn't gone like her father lead her to believe. Wunder and Pete can barely stand to not touch or be
together when they are apart. Barely containing their sexual urges. Wanting each other when they cannot have it fulfilled. Amazingly erotic, suspenseful to see what will happen next, provocative, full of adventure and sex. Great read.
Absolutely fantastic this is my first book series that has to do with zombie erotica. I find it utterly fascinating and I cannot stop reading them or put them down. Such beautiful amazing writing. Plot is perfect and flows so smooth u cant stop reading it.
Twenty five years ago, the spread of the virus was out of control. My parents were just trying to survive, and keep their unborn child safe. It was a dark time for the world—for my parents. I've heard the stories from some who escaped being infected. I've heard many things about that time in history, when everything went to hell. These people remained normal though, they were average human beings. As for me, I've never known what it was like to be fully human—I was born a quarter zombie. My parents were what you would call bad- asses, they'd survived the infection and the swarms of biters for a long time, because they did what they had to do. They weren't scared of the blood and the gore—they did what was needed to survive.
All was going as well as could be expected, considering the chaos happening in the world, with the desperate search for food and drinkable water. Every day was a quest to live, and to keep from being a meal—yourself. One day, my parents were out looking for supplies and were attacked by a hoard of the infected. It was a close call for them, being overpowered by an abundance of vile, blood hungry zombies, who basically ambushed them. My father used a hatchet, combined with a few other weapons, concealed on his body to behead and permanently destroy everything in his path. Eight months pregnant, my mother carried light weight guns and plenty of ammo on her person. She was taught by her husband to aim and shoot—with no hesitation. Both of them took down zombie, after nasty zombie while holding their position, back to back to one another. They didn't see the one slimy fucker on its belly, crawling its way toward their right side. It bit my mother on her ankle. Screaming in pain and terror, she kicked the bastard in the face, while still shooting others down.
My father swiftly pointed his 9mm at the scum’s head, turning its brains to permanent sauce. They both finished off the rest of the obnoxious pests, before running as fast as possible toward the safety of their house. Once back home, my father was a frantic mess. Although, my mother continued to tell him she felt fine, he feared help would be too late.
The virus takes three days to run its course. This was a fact he knew. One can be saved, if the infected part is amputated within 30 minutes of being bitten. The zombie had bitten her two hours before, which meant it was already too late to even try.
My mother kept begging for my father to save the baby and kill her—to spare her from becoming one of them.
A.R. is a mother of two entertaining teen boys (as well as a lovely fawn Chihuahua, whom she considers her furry daughter.) She’s also a wife to a delightfully handsome and amazingly funny man-beast.She’s an avid reader of many genres which include (but are not limited to) erotica, paranormal, menage, fantasy, YA, western (she has to have a hot cowboy, or two, here and there) and some historical.
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