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

“No. No. Of course not. I don’t mean that. I…I don’t know what I’m saying. Forget I said anything.”


They stood on guard for several minutes until Cat broke the stillness.


“Everyone thinks I sleep around because I find it easier, and they ain’t wrong…entirely.”


She sounded decided until the final word, spoken in a voice belonging to a different woman. Mason fought not to stare at her face, waited for her to continue.


“You’re wondering whether being alone makes this world easier or harder. I can tell you. Doesn’t make a bit of difference.”


His brow twitched fighting a frown. “But…you’re not at risk of losing anyone.”


“I’m at risk of having no one. Same difference.”


Chapter 15