Rafe’s mother received a bad dose of flu vaccine that turned her into a ravenous zombie. Now she prefers her meat so raw it talks back. Rafe’s only hope for an antidote has vanished with a mysterious Internet prophet of doom. The only man who seems willing to help is a short-tempered alpha werewolf named Vaughn, who acts as though he might bite Rafe’s head off—and Rafe doesn’t want to be headless. If it weren’t for Vaughn’s steamy hot brother Kayne, who can smell Rafe’s attraction to him, life would be completely hopeless. But when things go from bad to worse, and Rafe finds himself smack in the middle of a zombie conspiracy, will there be anything besides Kayne’s love worth living for?
Genre: Paranormal romance, fantasy, futuristic, GLBT, shapeshifter
Heat level: 3
Word count – 62k
Cover art by Stella Price
There’d been a second when Kayne was changing from a wolf back to human when he’d looked like a kid in big trouble and about to get caught. But now, he had the look and feel of a warrior on guard, and all I could think of was how it would feel to be in his strong arms.
“Our world is different, Rafe. Kayne has a lot of learning to do, but if he keeps up with it, I let him court.”
“You’ll enjoy being my mate,” Kayne said. “Most Wulfs in my place get sent to a Protector but—”
Vaughn interrupted. “We don’t have time for that. How’s security at the webmaster’s?”
Kayne switched back to warrior mode in a second. “Blacked out,” he said. “Nothing shows. But it’s a shadow.”
The hacker talk went right by me. They could have been talking in Egyptian.
“Pack your laptop.” Vaughn was already by the door. “I’ll be in the car.”
I went after Kayne while he picked up pieces, tossed them aside, stuffed others into a backpack. “I’m your first human?”
He closed his laptop, unplugged it. “Yeah. Am I your first Wulf?”
“You’re my first anything.”
Kayne’s face became still, thoughtful. “You’ve never mated?”
I looked away from his penetrating eyes, and tried to think of something funny or at least not embarrassing to say, but nothing came.
“I didn’t mean to make your cheeks red again.” He laid a gentle hand on my arm. “My brother’s right. Our world, it’s different, dangerous.” He brushed his lips over mine. “Don’t be scared. I won’t let you die.”
I wondered if he’d rescue me with a kiss.
Ryssa Edwards is a writer who loves the excitement of creating characters her readers fall in love with. She currently resides in Texas where the long, hot summers leave plenty of time to write sultry stories.