My Soldier in the Zombie Apocalypse: An Erotic Apocalyptic Adventure Romance

A 14k word spicy military adventure romance at the end of the world...

When the world comes to an end, I initially stay at a camp for survival.

But, the camp is replete with rather unsavory characters, men who equate the new lawless times to permission to bring back old-world, 'pioneering' patriarchy.

Where women are nothing but chattel.

About to leave, I'm stopped only by a man of chivalry, a soldier who claims he can extend his hand of protection by calling me his woman.

Should I face the zombie apocalypse alone, or with a soldier by my side?

End-of-days, apocalyptic spicy romance. HEA guaranteed.

Excerpt

“Dax, what are you doing with that recruit?”

I stiffened, and immediately the soldier—Dax, apparently—placed a hand on my back, slowly rubbing soft circles into the coarse material of my dress.

“Just thought I’d have a little fun.”

I went as rigid as a block of wood right then. No. No! I thought this soldier was supposed to be my savior!

I tried to step out of his embrace, but he only tightened his grip on me warningly.

Footsteps echoed through the hallway, coming closer. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe.

Before I knew it, another hand was tugging me forward, out of Dax’s hold, spinning me to face its owner.

Pitch black eyes collided with my own.

The look of pure evil.

The man looked to be a figure of authority, probably even above Dax’s rank. Dark ego and menace dripped off him like the most potent of colognes. His eyes dragged knives over every bare inch of my skin, and when his lips lifted into the most cruel smirk, I swore I could make out the sharpest of fangs in his mouth.

After being stared at lewdly by this commander-in-chief, I wanted to douse myself in kerosene and light myself on fire.

Or at least wash my eyes out with bleach.

“Bring her to my quarters when you’re done with her, won’t you?”

I gasped as his rough hand flew out to grip my chin. Unlike when Dax had done that very same thing to me earlier in the inspection room, this motion lacked any similar gentleness.

Only dark possession.

Only cruel intention.

Only the callous malice one got at the end of the world where laws ceased to exist and sinister, old-world patriarchy was free to rear its ugly head again at enslaved-again females.

Want to read a part of the opening chapter? Check out the excerpt here: The Handler's Inspection.

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Originally published on August 29, 2024.

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