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

They long ago desecrated the croquet lawn. Now they ripped strange blobby hedges out of a formal garden to one side of the house. Mason worked with the other gardeners but managed to keep to himself. No one appeared to notice or care. Mason wasn’t renowned for his ability to converse. He helped with hard labour like this when not running for supplies because he had the muscle, and the work kept him from thinking too much.


When a woman came by with refreshments, stopping to kiss the man in her life to a chorus of approval and amusement, Mason didn’t know what to feel except too much—too many emotions to latch on to one. Jealousy, sadness, and anger. Worst of all longing. He returned to ripping apart neat, ordered shrubs, converting them into a facsimile of the world’s chaos with zeal.


Chapter 25