***ADVISORY: CONTAINS CONTENT UNSUITABLE FOR READERS UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE.***
In the year 3127, the human race faces possible extinction when a viral outbreak spreads like wildfire during a never ending cold spell. Former militia member Barrick Hardison has been forced to use his training for survival before, and finds himself doing it again…but this time for a woman he hardly even knows.
Lyza Guerrera has spent her entire life trying to hide in the shadows. It didn’t do her any good. An orphan from the former Puerto Rico region, Lyza’s foreign looks simply attract danger, including Barrick. Fortunately for her, Barrick doesn’t seem to have any interest in her, or anyone else for that matter.
After meeting under extreme circumstances, Barrick begrudgingly allows Lyza to tag along with him. Threatening his former employer and witnessing a near upheaval of his old militia camp has given Barrick the realization that circumstances are not only worse than he thought, but he and Lyza are stuck in the middle of it all.
When it seems like their situation can’t possibly get worse, the strength of the Defects seems to be growing with numbers, and Barrick’s sanity begins to waver amidst it all. Will he get Lyza and her precious cargo to safety or will his uncontrollable feelings and impending psychosis prevent him from reaching their much needed destination?
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Barrick watched Lyza as she sauntered out of the canteen back toward the infirmary. He could tell she was tired by the heaviness in the swing of her hips. She turned briefly, glancing back at him to blow him a kiss. Barrick traced every curve of her body in one swift glance. Her baby bump was noticeably larger than the day he’d met her. It also turned him on a hell of a lot more than it had back then. Barrick smirked crookedly.
“I’m a dirty, dirty man,” he said out loud. He stood statuesque for quite some time, playing with mental images of Lyza’s pregnant, glistening body draped across his own like one of his lopsided fur blankets. He loved the way she wiggled and squirmed in the throes of passion, how she made little rodent sounds when she yearned to feel every inch of him.
Somewhere amidst her forty-hour job and playtime with her son, Rachel finds time to walk the streets of worlds only existing on manmade paper. She resides in small college town Northwestern Nebraska with her son, just a few blocks away from her parents. She enjoys socializing with adults, sipping sweetened iced tea, and head banging to music that doesn’t carry a beat worth the effort of rock star hair slinging.
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