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 wiped a hand over his face, amazed not to find tears. Enough of this, but try as he might, his mind had other ideas and dragged him back.


Riots, plague. Where were the police? The armed services? Where was the protection he paid in hard-earned taxes to the government to take control in such a calamity?


Of course he presumed the mayhem was an insurrection of living, breathing human beings with skewed thinking. How could he have believed otherwise? Antonio’s glance of incredulity as he rolled away from the corpse changed to horror as the dead man moved and flung itself on top of prime half-English, half-Italian descent, biting him.


Chapter 13