Don’t let the idea of zombies scare you off from my latest book. I think that’s why people are hesitant to buy–they’re expecting The Walking Dead. Yes, you get a little of that kind of thing, but it’s so much more than that–it’s a story about survival, second chances, and learning to love again. It’s about relationships and discovering oneself. Zombies are the background; they are not the point.
Some things you might not know about the book:
- It’s my third longest (only Bullet and Fully Automatic are bigger).
- The hero and heroine are older than the ones in most of my other books (about my age!).
- Most of the action takes place a few miles from the fictional town of Chipeta Springs (first mentioned in my book Worst Mother)
I can’t wait for you to follow Nina and Kevin on their journey:
They were all dead. My friends’ weapons—and their response—had saved us.
Everything became more vivid then. The blood seemed even redder on the pristine snow; the skies were a brilliant blue, the evergreens, the richest shade of olive I’d ever seen.
And then time sped up again, and Kevin gripped my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. I could sense Larry beside me ready to say something too, but he was leaving it up to the man who had my attention. “You can’t just stand there and do nothing. They’ll kill you, Nina. It’s you or them. Kill or die, Nina Davis.” His jaw rippled before he repeated each word with force. “Kill or die.”
In spite of the fear that had drained my body and despite the new appreciation I suddenly had for living, it didn’t escape my attention that he’d called me by my maiden name.
His face was so close to mine, his expression intense, his eyes like cold steel. He was a thing to be feared, and yet…I expected him to kiss me right then, and it would have been full of years of denied passion.
I lay in Kevin’s arms for longer than I could calculate, staring out the window and watching as the sky grew darker. Part of me wished we could stay like this forever, in this place the world seemed to have forgotten about, away from everything bad and horrible and dark.
That might have been nice, but there was still the question of my kids…and the rest of my family. I needed to know they were all right, had to find out where they were. I didn’t know how the hell I was going to do that or when, but I needed to.
Up against my body, he felt strong where I felt weak, warm where I could only sense cold. He had become to me everything I always knew he was, and the realization that I had fallen in love with him again struck me hard. It had been an easy slide, one I hadn’t even known I was on until my feet were back on the ground.
I decided there, in his arms, that I wasn’t going to fight it.
But I also wasn’t going to acknowledge it. After our weird past as teens, I didn’t know what to expect from him in the aftermath. I only knew this moment, and I was going to cherish it, hold it tightly in my heart like I might clench a locket in my fist, and then I was going to let tomorrow bring what it would. I would leave this room with no expectations, no hope.
It was something I’d grown pretty good at over the years.
I can’t wait for you to read this book!