Lost: A Post Apocalypse Romance Saga
Book 2:
After the Plague
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"TOP NOTCH and FAINTLY TERRIFYING. Imogen Keeper has done it again! Frankie and Yorke are ELECTRIC!!!! I'm holding my breath for Book 3."
THE WORLD ENDED. It just forgot to take me with it.
Those of us still alive are the leftovers, the forgotten ones. We're grieving. Lost. Traumatized. Or some of us, anyway. There are others gathering guns, hoarding supplies, shaking people down, especially interested in children. And then there's me, responsible for a defenseless little boy who looks at me with gray-green eyes so full of trust, I have no choice. I'm his whole world. I'm the only thing that stands between him and the gun hoarders.
IF SOMEONE HAD ASKED ME to sit down and draw up a list of all my stellar post-apocalyptic skills, the things that would make me an asset to any group I hoped to join, my sheet would be empty.
I've got nothing.
I'm not strong. I'm not a fighter or a farmer or a chef. I can't rig up electrical lines or plumbing lines or engineer a better light bulb.
I'm useless.
I'm an artist.
I can hardly fight off the growing army with my paintbrush and a hopeful heart.
SO WE SET OUT for the city, looking for people--decent people, willing to let us join them. And what do we find?
Yorke, a man uniquely designed for this world. Tried and trained to survive. He's big and brave and strong, and he wants to train us to be brave and strong too.
There's just one problem. He wants me. And I want him.
AND THAT CAN NEVER HAPPEN, because my heart is not my own. It's buried in a shallow grave on Capitol Hill beside a man named Jimmy, and it won't ever beat again. I won't let it. And Yorke, for all the hot and hard and handsome of him, he deserves more than a heartless rebound lay from a woman with one foot in the grave.
This is the second book in the After the Plague Series and should not be read out of order.
THE WORLD ENDED. It just forgot to take me with it.
Those of us still alive are the leftovers, the forgotten ones. We're grieving. Lost. Traumatized. Or some of us, anyway. There are others gathering guns, hoarding supplies, shaking people down, especially interested in children. And then there's me, responsible for a defenseless little boy who looks at me with gray-green eyes so full of trust, I have no choice. I'm his whole world. I'm the only thing that stands between him and the gun hoarders.
IF SOMEONE HAD ASKED ME to sit down and draw up a list of all my stellar post-apocalyptic skills, the things that would make me an asset to any group I hoped to join, my sheet would be empty.
I've got nothing.
I'm not strong. I'm not a fighter or a farmer or a chef. I can't rig up electrical lines or plumbing lines or engineer a better light bulb.
I'm useless.
I'm an artist.
I can hardly fight off the growing army with my paintbrush and a hopeful heart.
SO WE SET OUT for the city, looking for people--decent people, willing to let us join them. And what do we find?
Yorke, a man uniquely designed for this world. Tried and trained to survive. He's big and brave and strong, and he wants to train us to be brave and strong too.
There's just one problem. He wants me. And I want him.
AND THAT CAN NEVER HAPPEN, because my heart is not my own. It's buried in a shallow grave on Capitol Hill beside a man named Jimmy, and it won't ever beat again. I won't let it. And Yorke, for all the hot and hard and handsome of him, he deserves more than a heartless rebound lay from a woman with one foot in the grave.
This is the second book in the After the Plague Series and should not be read out of order.
Release date: June 30, 2020
Publisher: Mindless Muse Publishing, LLC
Print pages: 195
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