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After an out-of-control spell triggers the zombie apocalypse, Lizzy Addams is left in the ruins of Chicago with only the slightly unhinged commentary—and endless erotic appetites—of her inner demon for company. Her blood supply dwindling, she is forced to find survivors to feed from, or die trying.
Officer Angela Kinney was on duty when hungry corpses overwhelmed the city. The survivors look to her for leadership, but nothing prepared her for a beautiful monster who offers safety in exchange for blood.
Sean MacMillan never expected to see Lizzy again after she rejected his attempts to lure her back to the vampire fold. But with his flock threatened by the horde and his murderous vampire brother, Lizzy is the only one he can trust to keep them safe.
The veil of secrecy shrouding the supernatural world torn apart, humanity’s only hope is to forge an alliance with vampires, werewolves, and things that go bump in the night. Though accepting their aid could be a devil’s bargain that puts humans at the bottom of the food chain.
Warning: Contains vampire orgies, angsty demon sex, a frisky lesbian werewolf, light kink, and enough sex toys to start a store.
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Excerpt: Truth or Dare with the Undead
“Still don’t trust us?” she asked, feigning hurt.
I shrugged. “Can’t trust the living. They always turn on you. One moment it’s all ‘oh,you’re pretty cool for a vampire, Lizzy’ and then bam! Out come the wooden stakes. Happens every time.”
“Paranoia is just another word for longevity,” I quoted. “Besides, that priest is just waiting for an opportunity to end me.”
“He doesn’t know you like I do.” Angie grinned, and something fluttered through my chest. She had a gorgeous smile.
I cleared my throat. “I’m not real good at dealing with normal people. I talk more to the dogs than I do to the staff. Or at least I did, before.”
“I think you’re doing a great job.”
“Careful. Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Will it?” Angie’s smile turned wicked, and I laughed. “Want to play truth or dare?”
“What are you, twelve years old?”
“Come on. It’s quiet and we’re getting nowhere. It’ll be fun,” she said. “Besides, we can’t play strip poker without a deck of cards.”
She had a point, so I nodded. “Okay.”
“Good. I’ll go with truth first.”
Great, now I had to think of a question. Elizabeth wanted to know what color her panties were—an intriguing topic, but I opted for something safer. “Why’d you become a cop?”
“Police officer. Cop is offensive,” she corrected.
“Please. I don’t ask to be called living impaired.”
Angie chuckled. “My dad was CPD. His dad too. He would’ve been happier to have had a son to follow in their footsteps, but it was just me and my sister. I joined the Army out of high school and did a tour in Afghanistan, but after that I came back here. Guess I never really wanted to be anything else but this.”
“Do you like it?”
“That’s two questions,” she pointed out. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” my demon volunteered. I coughed at the slip, and Angie tilted her head as she pondered for a moment.
“Kiss me,” she said.
“What, now you want to play spin the bottle?”
“I’m curious. Just a kiss, not a bite. I’m not sure I’m ready for that again.”
“Again, or ever?” My voice had dropped to a sultry purr, and I was simultaneously amused by Angie’s startled expression and irritated at Elizabeth for being chatty.
“That’s a question,” Angie countered. “For the record, I don’t have an addiction problem and I think you’re cute.”
I blushed. “All right. Kissing will have to wait for later, because we’re on the clock. Truth or dare?”
This time I chose a more interesting but still pretty standard question. “What is the strangest and/or most exciting place you’ve ever had sex?”
“With a vampire in a penthouse?” she replied.
“Yes, please.” I laughed as I cut Elizabeth off from voicing that opinion. “A real answer.”
“I may have made out with a former girlfriend in the back of a squad car. Off duty.”
“Were handcuffs involved?” I asked, quirking a brow.
“Nice. Mistress Elizabeth would approve.”