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

Not that Mason would say so. Not his problem but if they stood around arguing it would soon be an issue for everyone. The street remained empty for now but he didn’t like the way the noise echoed off the nearby walls. He gauged the chances of escape if zombies happened along in more than one direction but soon gave up trying. Enough of this.


Mason opened his mouth to interrupt when Cat jumped in. “Twat! Keep this up and you’ll bring more dead down on us. These men aren’t going to rape your sister. They want to fuck, they’ve got me.”


Her tone was all challenge and her stance all bravado—clearly she goaded a reaction—but still, Mason closed his eyes for a second. Way to go, Catherine.


“Better than pimping out a girl as zombie meat,” Cat shot back. Mason almost cheered her.


Chapter 16