Mason’s more scared of love than he is of the walking dead.<br><br>Mason is facing more than one apocalypse. The darkest hours are those spent alone, when memories surface and the touch of his lost love can make the most erotic of dreams horrifying. He’d rather face danger than recollect how he loved Antonio and what he was prepared to give up for him. He’s never going to fall in love again ... a vow that wavers when he rescues Kyle.<br><br>Although Mason is certain luck had more to do with saving Kyle than anything he did, now he fears something more than the walking dead. He’s afraid giving in to lust may lead to love, if homophobic hatred doesn’t murder them first.

A Not So Hollow Heart

He got up, circling round to the tables, placed his empty can with the rest of the rubbish and helped himself to a couple of sausages and another beer. A feast fit for a king these days. He sauntered further into the darkness, glancing at those he did talk to on a regular basis. He focused on Skit.


The man’s darting eyes and dipped head suggested embarrassment as two of the women set about teasing him. The man was often incredibly shy around the opposite sex, which led to harmless joking, and, in some cases, serious flirting. Skit’s reaction to this created a never-ending circle of behaviour only likely to cease if he found the right woman.


Chapter 12