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

Cat…Who would think a woman like Cat would be one of the rare commodities able to make him smile. She shared cigs and chocolate when they found any because Talbot made it a rule, preventing her from stashing the lot under her mattress. Not from greed either; more like addiction. One vice Cat didn’t care for was alcohol because she didn’t like the flavour. Another…Well, he heard the rumours. She loved sex almost as much as or more than chocolate. Good for her. If he were straight Cat was the sort of woman he’d hook up with. Probably better for everyone he wasn’t interested. Something told him they’d be dynamite together and not entirely in a sparkling way.


Mason didn’t spare her any more thought, and swung his gaze around to check their safety as Talbot’s back stiffened and he snarled, “Stupid fucks.”


Chapter 14