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Ad Noctum (Mena Thrace)


Ad Noctum by Mena Thrace

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It's been over a year since the fall of humanity and the rise of the dead.

Boring, predictable, easy living is a thing of the past. It's all about survival.

Garland has narrowly escaped a horde of the undead that wiped out most of her group. She is desperate to find her twin, and will do whatever it takes to reconnect with him.

Nathan has narrowly escaped a madman that wiped out most of his group. He is desperate to find his remaining people, and will do whatever it takes to keep his son safe.

They are brought together by unrelenting terror and tragedy, believing the worst to be behind them. It isn't. The worst has yet to come.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Boruma Publishing    Published: 7 / 2015

No. words: 16000

Style: Paranormal Erotica, Supernatural Erotica

Available Formats: Palm  MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  Sony Reader (LRF)  PDF  MS Reader  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


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Description:
It's been over a year since the fall of humanity and the rise of the dead.
Boring, predictable, easy living is a thing of the past. It's all about survival.
Garland has narrowly escaped a horde of the undead that wiped out most of her group. She is desperate to find her twin, and will do whatever it takes to reconnect with him.
Nathan has narrowly escaped a madman that wiped out most of his group. He is desperate to find his remaining people, and will do whatever it takes to keep his son safe.
They are brought together by unrelenting terror and tragedy, believing the worst to be behind them. It isn't. The worst has yet to come.
Excerpt:
She enjoyed the chaos bad boys brought with them. She liked the rush. She loved the chase.
And Morgan was the baddest of all her bad boys.
The man was dangerous. One minute she was petting a kitten and the next she was looking into the eyes of a tiger.
Being in the room with him was like being in a room full of snakes. Some of them were venomous, some of them weren’t; either way she was going to be bitten. There were far worse things to be bitten by and there was nothing like snuggling with a cobra to keep one’s mind from obsessing about the end of the world.
She had cleaned most of the blood from his chest and back when she had first cleaned and sewed up the wound. Thankfully it had not been too deep; whoever had stabbed him had not aimed well at all. When she had first found him she had thought the wound was much larger and nastier than it turned out to be. It was going to hurt him like hell until it healed up completely and it for sure was going to scar but that wasn’t so bad. He was able to pull off a sexy scar.
She wiped the last of the blood from his broad torso and let her gaze linger on his bare chest. She wasn’t shy about looking and it would not have bothered her if he knew she was checking him out. She openly admired his body all the time. It was hard not to. The man was toned. She could tell he had kept himself in shape before the zombies had went from fiction to fact; they never talked about their old lives but she could tell he had not been a slouch.
He was tall; that was another thing Maura liked. Tall and strong. Masculine. Sleek.
She bit on her lower lip as her eyes trailed over him. Darkness had crept into the room, barely held back by the flickering candles. The faint glow highlighted all that was right with his tall frame.
She had to touch him.
Her eyes slowly moved back up over his body to his chin. He had such pouty, kissable lips.
It would be a shame to not give them the attention they deserved.
She glanced up to see his dark eyes locked onto her. The shadows shifted over his face as his lips curled in the faintest of smiles.
“You have the most kissable lips, darling.” She whispered as she caressed his cheek.
“Oh, do I?”
“Mmmm.”
“Show me.”
“My pleasure.”
She leaned in to press her lips into his as her hand caressed down his cheek, trailing down his stubbled throat.
She coaxed his lips open as her hand moved slowly down his muscled chest, her nails gently grazing him as she headed lower and lower.
The kiss deepened as her hand smoothed over his flat abdomen. She was rewarded with a hitch of his breath as her fingers slid under his jeans.
“I cannot get enough of you, darling one of mine…” She broke the kiss to stare into his dark gaze, both of them breathing heavier than before. Maura moved so that she was between his long legs, nudging them apart with hers before settling over him with a predatory smile.
“You’re mine, Morgan.”
He grinned at her, his gaze shadowed.
She leaned down for another kiss. This one was demanding, forceful. She nibbled on his lower lip before kissing down to his chin. Her lips trailed down his neck as she slid her body just a little lower, an inch at a time. She let her kisses follow her hand from before, looking up at him as she kissed and licked down his body.
“Allow me to show you just how much I cannot get enough of you…”
Keywords:
post-apocalyptic serial, erotic horror, possessive alpha male, erotic zombie apocalypse, dystopia, suspense, survival erotica, end of days, adventure, dark fantasy, paranormal romance, supernatural


Author Information

Mena is a hedonist who loves writing, books, cats, music, vodka and caffeine. She also likes naughty tales- writing, reading and sharing a naughty tale pleases her to no end. The best thing in her world after writing something wicked is to share it with like-minded deviants.

An addicted wordslinger, she was the most hell her mother ever raised; digging into the darkest corners of her imagination and seeing what she can polish and present to others is the reason she was born.

Mena also loves M&Ms, thunderstorms, colored strands of lights and the works of Stephen King. Oral is nice, too.

She loves hearing from people who dove into her work so please don't be shy- reach out to Mena at MenaThrace@gmail.com. She doesn't bite (often or without provocation) and would love to read your thoughts!

 

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