In a post-apocalyptic wasteland, civilization no longer exists, and only the strongest survive. The few remaining humans must band together with supernatural beings to battle unspeakable evil-or all hope will be lost.
Kimber Treat is an ordinary woman with an extraordinary gift: she can raise the dead. As a necromancer who works with the police, she communicates with murder victims to bring their killers to justice. But after a normal session goes horribly wrong, Kimber realizes she’s summoned something dark and sinister. She’s unwittingly unleashed the apocalypse, and everyone blames her…except Duncan MacDonnough, the devastatingly handsome vampire she can’t stop fantasizing about.
As society shuts down and flesh-eating hordes close in, Duncan vows to protect Kimber. He can keep her safe from others-but not from the insatiable carnal hunger he feels for her. Now racing to reverse the chaos she’s unleashed, Kimber can’t afford any distractions. But even as she succumbs to Duncan’s seduction, she fears that he has a hidden agenda. And with the line between life and death starting to blur, his secrets might kill her-or worse…
About the author:
Cynthia Garner discovered her love for writing when her sixth grade teacher told the class to write a story that began “It was a dark and stormy night…” With that Cynthia’s love for all things paranormal was born. When she’s not working her day job as a mostly mild-mannered Human Resources Manager, she’s on her laptop writing or playing way too much Solitaire. Originally from Northeast Ohio, Cynthia now lives in the desert Southwest.
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Two nights later Duncan answered the knock on Kimber’s door. Murray stood there, just
as fragile looking as ever. “What now?” Duncan asked.
The other vampire lifted his chin, motioning toward the inside of the apartment.
“Maddalene wants to see your little necromancer again.” His face was expressionless but
Duncan caught the smirk in his voice.
He clenched his jaw. No way in hell was Kimber going back there until he and
Maddalene came to an understanding. The fact that Maddalene had overridden him and
allowed hungry vampires into his living quarters, to threaten Kimber and her friends, had
driven home the point that the sense of loyalty he felt toward Maddalene was a one-way
“Tell Maddalene to forget it,” he told Murray.
“I’m not your messenger boy, MacDonnough.” The skinny excuse for a vampire
gave a grunt and pointed to his head. “Still attached, the way I like it. You got something
to say to Maddalene, you say it yourself.” He gave a sardonic salute with two fingers and
Duncan closed the door and turned to face the other inhabitants of the apartment.
Natalie stood in the kitchen, leaning back against the counter, her hands braced on either
side. Aodhán was kicked back in the recliner, his gaze steady and calm. Kimber, his
lovely Kimber, stood beside the sofa, arms crossed and one foot tapping on the floor.
“I am not going back there,” she said.
“No, you’re not.”
“I mean it, Duncan. Maddalene wants the impossible, and I won’t do it.”
“No matter what you…” A frown dipped between her brows. “Wait. What?”
He couldn’t stop the small grin that quirked his lips. She was adorable when she
was confused. It wasn’t a look he got to see very often because she had such a sharp
mind. “I said I agree. You’re not going to see Maddalene.”
“Oh.” Her hands dropped to her sides. “Um, why not?”
Ignoring the interested gazes of Aodhán and Natalie, he walked over to Kimber
and took her face in his palms. “Because I don’t trust her right now, and I mean to keep
Her lips parted and he couldn’t stop himself from dipping his head to press a soft
kiss against her mouth. When he drew away, her lashes fluttered and swept up to show
slightly dazed eyes. That was a good sign, anyway. He knew she wasn’t indifferent to
him. If he could prove to her that he wouldn’t lose control and drain her, maybe one day
she’d trust him enough to let him close again. To let him love her.
He took a step back. Where the hell had that come from? He didn’t love Kimber.
He couldn’t love her. She was mortal. He was not. He didn’t deny he wanted her—his
lust for her was nearly a living entity on its own. But love?
He didn’t have the time for love. He didn’t have the luxury for love.
He didn’t have the right. He’d done things he wasn’t proud of. Kimber deserved
better than him. She certainly didn’t deserve the danger he’d be putting her in if
Maddalene found out he had a soft spot for Kimber. And he deserved…
He firmed his jaw. He deserved only what she gave him. But that didn’t negate
the fact that she had something he wanted—well, actually, two things he wanted: the
ability to contact the Unseen and a body he wanted to lose himself in. Both might be
within his reach if he could just get Maddalene to back the hell off.
Yeah, Duncan. Just keep telling yourself all you’re interested in is her body. You
might really believe it someday.
He turned away from Kimber. Grabbing up the tire iron from where he’d placed
it underneath the coffee table, he headed toward the front door. “I’m going to talk to
“Wait.” Kimber’s soft voice stopped him. When he looked over his shoulder at
her, she said, “Be careful.”
He gave a nod and pulled open the door. As he closed it behind him, he heard
Aodhán say, “He’s strong and he’s fast. On his own, he’ll be able to get around any
zombies out there. He’ll be fine.”
Fine against zombies, yes. Against his own heart? He wasn’t so sure.
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