Friday, July 20, 2018


It was a blindfold, a simple blindfold, yet it seemed to change the whole atmosphere of the room.

Cal’s young wife, Jenny, just wants to play house with her gorgeous, dominant husband, Sheriff Cal Bennett of Beaufort County. Cal wants her to complete one more year of college before choosing a path.  Although Jenny is tired of school, she bends to her husband’s wishes and goes off to classes in a nearby city.  On their precious days together, Cal educates his beautiful girl to the idea of sexual fantasies and bedroom toys, and here, Jenny is an eager student!
Jenny finds herself being stalked by a mysterious police officer who views every move she makes as criminal. Everyone she cares about knows that what ensues is not Jenny’s doing, but she can’t keep herself from giving in to some sweet revenge. Her plan starts out as a silly college girl prank, but soon lands her on the wrong side of Cal’s law.  
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Excerpt (spanking):
Cal loved that Jenny was honest with him, even when she knew it would get her in trouble. His mind flashed back to a time she had lied to him early in their relationship and the spanking had been significant. He’d used that incident to try to convince her that spanking could alter behavior. She’d disagreed with him, ‘It wasn’t the spanking that keeps me from lying to you–it was the fact that I felt like shit until I finally told you the truth. It wasn’t worth it,’ she’d insisted. And Cal had realized that her explanation him feel even better.
Cal brought his mind back to the present. He couldn’t ignore her being at a party where people were smoking. Because of his job, this was serious. It was why he’d made the rule. “You know you’re getting a spanking, don’t you?”
 “Duh! I knew that about ten seconds into your phone call this morning. Can we just get it over with?”
Cal nodded and took her hand. He led her to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Jenny stood before him. She could tell Cal wasn’t really mad. He just felt that there had to be a follow through. Her butterflies were more from a chance to be alone with her husband than from worrying about any spanking. She stood still as Cal lowered her shorts and panties.
Positioning her over his lap, he repeated his rule, “I don’t mind you going to the occasional party, you just have to leave if drugs come out. And I mean from pot to coke, anything.”
“I never go to any parties with anything worse than pot, and you know that,” Jenny told him emphatically.
“Good,” Cal responded as he positioned her across his lap. Jenny was grateful he was only using his hand and that he began with moderate swats. Her gratitude waned as his hand fell harder and faster.
“Shit, Cal. Not so hard!” she demanded.
The next two swats were harder still and landed on her thighs. “Son of a bitch! Stop,” Jenny shouted.
Cal paused to make sure Jenny could hear him. “You keep up the cussing and this could last a while. You made the decision to break the rules, you take the consequences. And I’m telling you, cussing during a spanking is never going to be a good idea.”

Author Bio:
Meet PK Corey
After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-five-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 
 I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.
 My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.
I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at
Other books by PK Corey:
Cassie’s Space Series
Cassie's Space (book one)   
Cassie's Tale (book two)                       
Cassie on the Move (book three)          
Cassie's River Living (book four)        
Cassie's Conflict (book five)
Cassie's Influence (book six)
Cassie's Ordeal (book seven)
Cassie Corralled (book eight)
Cassie's Road Trip (book nine)
Cassie's Life (book ten)

    Cal's Law Series
Cal's Law (book one)
Becoming Family (book two)
PK Corey’s Reading Room
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Saturday, July 14, 2018


Arianne’s just a regular girl pushed into a corner and desperately looking for a way out.
Two O’clock with the Billionaire is Daryl Devoré’s latest hot romance. A contemporary romance sweetened with a bit of vanilla sexcapades.
Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage. The perfect way out? Hire a courtesan. While partying with his buddies he places an online ad that reads – Woman Wanted.
Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone and answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.
Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit it. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title A Kept Woman.

Excerpt (R)
Deciding to chance it, she led him to the bedroom then set her bag at the foot of the bed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Arianne placed a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Facing him, she removed his suit jacket, walked to the closet and hung it on a hanger. Tugging at the knot she released his tie and draped it over her shoulder. One at a time she undid the buttons of his shirt and released his cuff links. Sliding her hands up his bare chest, she slipped her hands over his shoulders and pushed the shirt off his body. It dropped to the floor. She picked it up, placed it and the tie on another hanger and the cuff links on the dresser.
With the same care, she removed his shoes, socks and dress slacks, leaving him in his boxers. She pointed to the bed and signaled for him to roll onto his stomach. She kicked off her shoes then reached into her gym bag and took out a bottle of musk scented body oil. Pouring a quantity into her palms, she cupped it until it had warmed, then dribbled it around his back and shoulders. Using her fingertips, Arianne spread the oil over his bare skin. Kneading the shoulders and upper back she felt his muscles loosen. She worked her fingers down his muscled shoulders and arms. She worked until his brow relaxed and his breathing calmed. “Roll over.”
He tucked his arm under and flipped onto his back. Arianne pulled two long silk sashes out of the gym bag.
His eyes widened as he raised his brows.
She patted his stomach. “Trust me?” Grasping his right hand, she tugged until he got the message and sat up on the pillows. Arianne could see Derek’s curiosity, as well as his libido, were becoming aroused when she secured his hands to the bedpost—not with blood halting knots, just silken restraints, like the material of the sashes. His focus remained on her as she repeated the same maneuver to his legs using the longer sashes.
When he was secure and unable to move his limbs, Arianne stood next to the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the material opened revealing a sexy, black, lace bra. Placing the palms of her hands on her breasts, she alternated between cupping her breasts and squeezing them. She slipped her right hand along the white fleshy mound of her breast. Derek’s gaze focused on her fingers as they disappeared underneath the dark lace and fondled her nipple. She eased her left hand inside and teased her other nipple. Pulling her hands back out, she dragged her fingers under the bottom band of her bra and slide it up over her breasts exposing them. With her breasts free, she cupped and squeezed, rubbed small circles and rippled her nipples between her fingers.
Her voice was breathless and low. “The skin is so soft. And my nipples are so round and firm, and pink. Do you know what they like?” Her actions matched her words. “They like to be rubbed ever so lightly. Like this. And they love to be teased—twisted between my thumb and finger—like this. They also adore pain. Pulling the nipples like this, stretching just enough to cause pain, but never enough to make me cry. See what it does. It makes them grow firm. Hard as marbles against my soft flesh.”
Mesmerized, Derek’s gaze never left her breasts. Arianne doubted he’d even blinked. She climbed onto the bed near his feet and knelt. Her breasts hung a breath away from his legs. “Besides being caressed they also like to stroke things.” She bent down until her right nipple grazed the skin on his left shin. Moving back and forth, languorously and sensually, she let it slide against him, and then moved over to his right leg. “Can you feel how hard my nipple is? A perfectly firm nipple to slip between two soft, wet, hungry lips. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“You are going to let me play, right?” His voice was husky.
Bio and Social Media
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

Friday, June 29, 2018


Bound To Submit

Book 4 Miami Masters        
by BJ Wane

How far will he go to keep her safe?

Hope Wallace left Atlanta after being betrayed by her family and friends in the worst way. Now, running a homeless shelter in downtown Miami, she was finally doing what she wanted with her life and working at putting the past behind her.  The only thing marring her happiness was the constant desire to explore the BDSM lifestyle her new friends enjoyed so much.  She had tried that once, and it led to disaster and losing everything, but the urges kept pulling at her until she finally succumbed and braved going to a club.
Miles Cavenaugh fell for Hope the minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a friend and resident at her shelter.  His violent childhood kept him from forming relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone harming an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick with his close friends for companionship.  But when he hears Hope is at a local BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds in Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.
Unable to continue keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her interest out of her system.  But an unknown person is determined that Hope not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.  

Excerpt (adult)
Miles went to his knees before the carnal feast of Hope’s pussy, pulled her labia open and didn’t bother with wasting time admiring the swollen, glistening pink walls of her vagina.  He swiped his tongue up her opening then delved deep with a quick thrust.  Her muscles contracted around his tongue, but he fought their pull and found her g-spot.  Teasing the sensitive area with tongue-lashes, he added a finger to build the pleasure faster.  It took a lot to rattle Miles but seeing the puckered wound of a bullet marring her soft skin left him shaken in a way he hadn’t experienced since the night he failed to save his mother.  He wanted nothing more than to give her the pleasure she deserved then send her home so he could make sense of his volatile reaction to that scar and its implication.
Pulling back, he continued to finger-fuck her as he growled against her saturated flesh, “Come for me, Hope.  Now.”  Pursing his lips, he sucked on her clit, drew on the small bundle of nerves with taut suctions and small nibbles until her inner walls clamped around his finger and tongue.  Her juices gushed into his mouth as she came apart, her muscles quivering with the strain of her climax, her mewling cries music to his ears.  
He didn’t let up after just one, driven to give her as much pleasure as he could wring from her body.  As soon as the strong convulsions of her climax dwindled to small pulses, he went for another.  Tongue and teeth tormented her clit as he added a second finger to pummel her depths.  He took a moment to nip at the plump fold of her labia before returning to the swollen nub.  She gasped with each erotic bite, whimpered with every stroke toward another orgasm and screamed with the onslaught of the next release.  By the time her third climax rolled through her, cold water trickled from her rectum and the melting ice cube but did nothing to douse the fiery heat of her responses.

Miles was as exhausted as Hope looked when he rose and helped her off the stool.  His lips were numb, his tongue coated with her cream and his nostrils filled with her earthy scent.  Undoing the ropes, he knew he needed to get her home and get his act together before deciding where to go from here.
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I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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Friday, June 22, 2018


Six of the Best
British Spankings
Assume the position and prepare for Six of the Best!

Six SCORCHING stories from USA Today and number 1 bestselling British authors! This is the 100% British historical anthology you've been waiting for. So, grab a cup of tea and make sure the smelling salts are to hand, then settle in as our heroines re-write the rules and earn SIX OF THE BEST for their outrageous antics. This dance across history sweeps from the Restoration to Victorian times and will leave you panting almost as much as our naughty ladies.

Publisher's note: These stories are HOT. Hotter than an oven full of muffins in a well-known British cake show. Domestic discipline and other indoor sports feature heavily in them, so if that's not your cup of tea, this is probably not the set for you. Don't say we didn't warn you!

The King’s Vice by Felicity Brandon
You cannot resist the King’s command.

Excerpt (spanking):
One stride and he is right against me, his breath hot over my face, laced with the expensive wine we consumed earlier in the evening. “Yes, Lady Jane,” he answers. “This is where you shall be bared and spanked.”
Bared? I know my eyes widen at the word. “I am to be bared, Your Majesty?” I say, forcing the words from my mouth in a rush of anxious excitement. “All of me?”
He breaks into a low laugh. “There is a choice,” he replies, pushing my shoulders gently downwards, so that my bottom falls to the soft bedding below me. Now he towers over me, and as I raise my head to see him, my eyes meet his groin. I still at the sudden proximity to the place I know conceals His Majesty’s passion, my gaze lingering longer than it has right to, before rising slowly to meet his delicious brown eyes. His grin widens, acknowledging the brazen nature of my thoughts, and unbelievably I blush again, grateful for the shadows which may just hide my shame.
“A choice, Your Majesty?” I manage, my chest rising and falling faster with each passing moment.
He lowers himself in front of me, so that our eyes are at the same level. “A choice,” he agrees, pressing himself forward over my body. I gasp as he shifts his weight, his dexterity taking me by surprise. The sudden appearance of his face forces me backwards, and I find myself pinioned beneath his body, my legs splayed awkwardly under the skirts of my gown.
“There is always a choice, Lady Jane,” he murmurs, the strands of his dark curls hanging about my face.
I bite my lip, confusion and arousal at my change of circumstances, combined with my restricting bodice making it hard to breath. “What is the choice, Your Majesty?” I gasp.
The smile on his face is sin itself, and in this moment, I know that I have walked straight into his trap, although whether I have done so willingly or not is not even clear to me. “You can either be upturned over my knee, your skirts hoisted high over your back so that your delicious bottom is exposed to my palm, or…” He pauses, angling the weight of his stare over my face.
My mind, filled with the image he has just painted of me, reels at the silence. Is he expecting me to reply? What is the etiquette for such moments?
His expression shifts into a low chuckle as he appraises whatever constitutes my expression at this moment, and fortunately he once again takes pity on me, his humble servant. “Or, you can be stripped entirely.”
This time I cannot conceal the audible gasp which escapes from my lips. “Entirely, Your Majesty?” I repeat, as though surely his words cannot be real. Although of course I know them to be true, having only just left four naked ladies in the prior room.
“Yes, dear Jane,” he muses from over me. “A lady can only truly be admired in her own, natural form.”
I contemplate him, this man—my monarch—who has captured me so easily into his delicious game. “No one has ever seen me bare, Your Majesty,” I whisper, the words an admission of my innocence—a fact I have already articulated.
He nods. “I know,” he replies. “And I assume that until this night no man has ever claimed your sweet mouth, spoken to you of such lewd subjects, or pinned you against his bed?”
His brow rises as he speaks, the small gesture releasing a flood of moisture from between my legs. I am not absolutely clear what it is about him which is so alluring, but he most certainly has it. Yes, he is the King, and yet it is so much more than that. He is the devil in disguise, a debauch and beguiling demon, sent forth to worship and corrupt me. The thought makes me smile, in spite of my shame on the subject.
“You’re correct, Your Majesty,” I say with a small nod. “You are the first, on all counts.”
Smiling at the acknowledgment, he lowers his face into mine. Those full lips graze my mouth, parting my lips in an instant as my eyes slip shut. I want him to kiss me, to claim me, to own me. I desire it in a way I have no right to do. I demand it.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018


Love at the End of the World
C.L. Scholey, Jaye Shields, Beth D. Carter,
Ashlynn Monroe, Imogene Nix 

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Five stories of couples who just might find love at the end of the world. That is, if they can survive.
His Bounty by Jaye Shields
After the nuclear war decimated much of the population, causing widespread infertility, the Stork Company became a billion-dollar industry. Caleb Black is the company's top bounty hunter, bringing in healthy men and women to contribute to the breeding program and put babies into the hands of wealthy citizens. Few people willingly sign up to be a breeder, so hunters need to be tough and devoid of emotion. But Caleb's newest target cracks his hardened heart.
Aurora Jones grew up in the Alaskan bush. Adept at living off the land, she's thrived when others have failed to survive life post-nuclear war. She spends the majority of her time alone at her cabin, so when a handsome stranger shows up, curiosity gets the best of her. And it quickly turns into desire.
Caleb falls for the beautiful woman and decides he'd rather die than turn her into the Stork Company. But when she finds out who he really is and why he's in Alaska, will the betrayal end the only chance he's ever known of love?
Heaven for Us by Beth D. Carter
Jo was one of the lucky ones. She survived the virus that decimated eighty-five percent of the world's population and now searches for a sanctuary in a ruined world. She trusts no one, keeping to herself, until she meets Luke and his daughter, Casey.
Suddenly she's involved, and emotions she thought she had iced over long ago invade her self-imposed isolation. The more time she spends with Luke, the more she wants him, leaving her conflicted. Does she stay with him? Or will she continue her trek to find a heaven among the apocalypse?
Heart of Survival by Ashlynn Monroe
McKaye Tanner lost everything when the world ended. She grew into adulthood without anyone she could trust. She's not sure what's left of civilization, but from what she's seen, it's not much.
Reece Rogers has worked hard to keep his small band of survivors alive. He doesn't take any bullshit or risks. But when he sees a young woman running from a group of the contaminated he can't turn his back on her and takes a gamble to save her.
Can two battle-scarred, lonely people find love in a world that wants to destroy everything good about being human?
The Reset by Imogene Nix
Elaine is just an ordinary woman, but when the apocalypse occurs, she must find a way to survive in an increasingly hostile world. Enter Liam, the policeman who saves her at their first meeting and provides assistance as they try to cope with the zombie outbreak brought about by an unknown infection that's spreading out of control.
Together they form a community, trying to save as many lives as they can, a place where people can be safe. Even in the throes of disaster though, emotions creep up, taking both of them by surprise. Who knows? They might just get their happy ever after…if they can survive.
The New Era by C. L. Scholey
By the twenty-third century much of Earth was destroyed. Mother Nature played a significant part, but so too did the numerous meteors that slammed into the world. The Superiors, a self-aware intelligence, went online soon after their creator, Jason Superior—a kind man who abhorred violence or suffering of any kind—sent a signal to a lone satellite. The system's intelligence grew as Jason continued to add his own ideals until his passing.
The Superiors began to take control of the world and the few remaining survivors. Their approach to saving life was to destroy those who were capable of misguided influential acts. Only the innocent were allowed to live. Until they became not as innocent. This is their story.
Content Warning: these stories contain sexual content

His Bounty Excerpt:
Caleb contemplated taking the gun back from her, which would have been like taking candy from a baby, but then he'd have to take his hands off her butt—which he really didn't want to do. The round curves filled the palms of his hands nicely and he was quite content to leave them where they were, even if the woman did have his gun in her hand.
"I don't think you're going to shoot me. I think you want to finish what we've started." Caleb didn't blink, challenging her to assert otherwise.
He knew she'd been trying to search him in the beginning, but the way her body responded to his couldn't be faked. And the soft moans that had escaped her during the kiss sounded real enough.
"It was just an act to disarm you." Her viridian eyes challenged. "Which worked."
In an easy move, Caleb drew the other gun he had hidden on his person. He offered the barrel to her. "Trust me now?"
She took the weapon, but he didn't miss the blush that crept into her cheeks. Apparently, the woman wasn't used to being caught off guard. She cocked the gun he'd just handed over, and Caleb had two revolvers aimed at his face.
He almost smiled. "I'll take that as a no." His draw hand returned to her bottom so that he could hold her once more with both hands.
"Put me down…gently."
"Of course. You don't think I would be gentle with you?" As if he had something to prove, he eased her down so softly that her feet didn't make a sound when they touched the floor.
"I don't know you."
"We can change that," Caleb proposed.
Heaven for Us Excerpt:
"Look, thank you for protecting her, but you don't know anything about us," he said.
"You're right, I don't know anything about you two, but I do know what it means to survive. Turn her from your daughter into your son, if you really want to protect her."
Jo shook her head and started to march past him to leave the alley, but he grabbed her arm, stopping her. It was the first time in a long time that a man had touched her, and instinct had her trying to pull away, but the small spark of electricity when their skin met confused her so she stopped her struggle.
Instead, she glared at him. "Let go of me."
The man stared at her, hard, and when their gazes met, butterflies fluttered in her belly. "You're a woman," he finally said, surprised.
"You don't have to sound so shocked."
"I'm not. I mean…you're a pretty good aim…" His voice trailed off, as if he knew exactly how sexist his words were.
Jo was quite aware of how she looked. She'd cut her once-long hair off and deliberately kept her face a little dirty to disguise her rounded features. His disbelief was warranted, but instead of pissing her off his unease amused her.
"I'm a pretty good aim…for a female?"
"It sounded better in my head."
"I'm sure it did."
"My name is Luke," the man said. "And this is my daughter Casey."
"I'm Jo."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," Casey blubbered through tears. "I didn't mean any of it!"
Casey's shaky voice jolted Jo, and she took the opportunity to pull her arm out of Luke's grasp, stepping far enough back so he couldn't touch her again. Despite herself, she was curious about Casey's words, so she waited for Luke to explain.
"We had an argument," Luke said over Casey's head. "She said she wished it had been me who died instead of her mother."
"Ouch," Jo said, wincing.
"I didn't mean it!" Casey wailed.
"Keep your voice down," Jo said. "Sorry to hear about your mom, Casey, but this new world sucks and girls like you are worth a lot of money, so try to put the teenage angst behind you in order to survive this fucked-up world. 'Kay?"
Casey nodded.
Jo turned to the dad. "Now, the chance of someone not hearing those gunshots are about zero to nil, so I suggest you skedaddle and forget about—"
Before she finished what she was saying, the sound of another gunshot ripped through the alley. Luke gasped and grabbed his side, stumbling forward into her and trapping Casey between them. As a shrill whistle pealed through the night, Jo instinctively raised her gun and fired, causing the whistle to abruptly end, followed by the dull thud of a body hitting the ground hard. For a split second, Jo couldn't believe she just killed one of the haven guards.
Heart of Survival Excerpt:
McKaye's lungs burned and her legs ached as she ran. She'd stayed in good health considering most of her life she'd lived in the apocalypse, but she'd never exactly been a marathon runner. Her endurance hit the wall and her mortality rushed at her like a freight train. She would die.
Terror gripped her—and so did a hand. Shrieking, she fell helplessly through a doorway. Gazing up, she stared into the gray eyes of a dark-haired male. His graying beard was dark against his gaunt but beautiful face. He was gorgeous. Thick lashes framed his eyes. He held her around her waist with one arm, and she realized his other appendage was missing below the elbow. His clothing was tattered, but clean.
Slack-jawed, she lay like a mindless fool as he pulled her inside the building and closed the door. He let her go, and then held his finger to his lips as the sound of sicks running past the building made her breath catch. She lay in his lap, still stunned, while the loud rumble outside began to lessen.
"Who are you?" McKaye whispered.
He held up his finger again, and she waited with him until the rabble outside had moved farther away.
"I'm a friend. I have to lead those contaminated in another direction. Follow me, and trust me."
It took her a second to realize he was talking about the sicks. Trusting a stranger seemed as stupid as messing with that herd of trouble that just passed by. "Why?"
"I have people at the warehouse. I need to keep the contaminated away long enough for them to get away and go home."
"Home?" She felt like a parrot, and not a very smart one.
"Yes, we have a safe place. You're welcome to come with us if you haven't been touched by the contaminated."
"I haven't. Besides, if I was, you are too now."
"Fair point. Do you have people?" he asked.
"Not anymore."
"I'm sorry." His condolences sounded genuine.
She nodded. "Thanks. It was a long time ago."
"When I noticed you at a distance I thought you were a child."
"Gee, thanks."
"No offense meant. I have a lot of questions for you before I take you to my people, but those will have to wait until that herd you've brought are taken care of."
She didn't like how it sounded as if he was blaming her. She wasn't someone who would have brought danger to strangers purposefully. "I wasn't trying to endanger your people."
He shrugged. "Of course. Come on."
He stood, and she followed him. Her body still ached from her dash.
He looked outside, then motioned for her to follow him out the door. She didn't even know the man's name, but she went with him across the street, and she noticed they were a few blocks behind the sicks.
He rushed to the old bank building and grabbed the fire escape ladder, pulling himself up and climbing. Arm strength wasn't one of her survival skills, but she took a running jump and managed to pull herself up enough to get her foot in the bottom rung. The guy climbed with one arm, so she could at least try since she had two.
Something about this guy made her trust him. At this point following a stranger seemed like as good a plan as any. So she climbed.
The Reset Excerpt:
The supermarket was empty, and shelves of food were scattered on the floor as Liam picked his way along the aisles. No one could have expected something like this outbreak to occur, and food was a priority. Scanning the shelves, he grabbed the items he needed, thrust them into the trolley, and moved as quickly as he could toward the end of the aisle.
A groan stilled him. He'd already seen the results of those infected, the way they set upon victims, the dripping, bloody teeth. If that moan was anything to go by, he was no longer alone in the shop.
"Get back!" The startled words of a woman almost had him jumping.
"Hello?" He cursed inwardly for now making himself a target as the sound of shambling footsteps echoed, moving in his direction.
"He's heading your way!" the woman yelled as the gray man turned the corner, eyes blank, mouth slack through dripping trails of scarlet. The outstretched hands moved toward him.
The handle of the trolley was just in reach and Liam tugged it backward, braced his legs, then ran in the direction of the shuffler. The trolley hit the creature in the chest, and it went down, legs and arms waving frantically until it rolled.
Liam reached out, his hand curling around the nearest can. Saying a silent prayer, he aimed and threw. The crack of heavy metal on bone and the spray of blood as the man went down without a whimper gave him momentary pleasure, but not before the woman from the next aisle scurried around to him.
"There's two more," she screamed.
He didn't glance at her, merely grabbed another tomato soup can and lobbed it. It hit without the power to cease the onward march. "Dammit!"
"I've… There's some kitchen string here. Would that help?"
He turned briefly and acknowledged the beautiful, curvy, red-haired woman thrusting the plastic-wrapped item at him, but he shook his head as they stumbled backward.
"We're going to need something a little more useful." He considered what might be here in this tiny store as the woman disappeared before returning with two long, metal-headed rakes.
"What about these?" she asked.
He laughed, grabbed one out of her hands as the walkers came within reach, and thwacked it down hard on the head of the nearest one. The rake dropped with a thud and rolled under the shelving unit.
She made a sound, rather like a moan, and turned away as he snatched the other implement and used it to push the other shuffler back.
This time he lined up the male, sidestepped its attempt at grabbing him, then swung this new rake like a bat. The infected individual fell to the floor, and he brought the rake down on its head. She turned and retched while he waited.
"They're… Those were humans! Why did you—"
"No, they aren't humans anymore. They were zombies, and they'll kill you as soon as look at you. Now grab what you need so we can get out of here."
He glanced down one last time at the remains he'd left on the floor. He felt bad about what he'd had to do, but sugarcoating the truth wouldn't make it any better. The only thing they could do was stock up and get back to safety.
The New Era Excerpt:
A small memory nagged her. She remembered her grandmother being pinned to a wall by her grandfather as he demanded to know why humans couldn't even make love to their spouse.
It was an odd concept to Infinity. Why would a woman want the weight of a man on top of her, pinning her? She shuddered and let the thought go. It would never happen to her, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
She smiled at Greyson and they walked further into the city, ignoring the moving sidewalks. Many couples were about the grounds, enjoying the day. Each smiling as she was. Some were situated in the abundant outdoor restaurants. Other couples sat in numerous shaded areas, watching colorful images dance to a sweet tune.
Flowers of various colors were located in many places. They were allowed to pick the flowers for their hair, and when she snapped a purple one she asked Greyson to place it behind her ear. As he did so, he was awkward; he normally was. For a second she imagined he lingered too long and muttered the word 'silky'. But there was no reason to want to touch her hair. Although he had been acting a little strangely today. Earlier he had mentioned that she smelled wonderful.
Infinity would have liked to put a flower in his shoulder-length, dark hair. But he would simply laugh at her. His dark eyes flickered for a second when she gazed up at him to thank him. He shifted suddenly, as though embarrassed or worried about something. He glanced down at his lower extremity and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. She wondered if he needed to relieve himself.
"We can stop if you need to use a privacy chamber," she said.
"No, I'm fine."
A bee flew up to her, and Infinity held out her hand. The beautiful blue insect changed colors to make her smile. The bee seemed to study Greyson for a few seconds then winked at her and flew off. Infinity knew the bug must have sensed her fear for a split second and had come to find out if she needed assistance. She didn't, but she loved those little flying insects. And she reminded herself a man would never lay on top of her.