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

A strange keening reached his ears—his own scream, Mason hampered by the covers, unable to get enough leverage to push the zombie away and stop it turning on Kyle…who was…he didn’t know…somewhere in the room still, and why was that? What the fuck was Kyle doing, and how the hellhad the damn thing got in?


Footsteps thumped across the floor. Had help arrived? No. Couldn’t have yet. Those teeth continued to snap half an inch from his skin and he daren’t pay any sound his attention. Was no one going to help?


Another noise came through…akin to a golfer hitting a ball. The terrible weight of the creature eased, the head spinning to the left with the force of the strike, blessed distance between its teeth and his flesh, and by instinct more than decision, Mason shoved the walking dead man off, scrambling away as he did. The zombie hit the wall. Kyle swung his cane again; thwack, a perfect strike, and the body went down, sliding, sitting, head hanging.


Chapter 33