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Addison Longwood survived the plague that struck down almost everyone around her. She survived the hazardous trek into the countryside to find shelter within a group of like-minded individuals led by a man she can actually respect. Settled and contributing, she allows herself a sense of hope.
From the remaining military, Captain Jesse Forbes is charged with locating survivors in order to rebuild the country. His initial impression of Addisonâs band isnât positive and he sets his sights on the young woman in order to infiltrate, and assess her leaderâthe end justifying the means, or so he assures himself.
But there are far greater dangers lurking, threatening the very existence of the survivors. Alliances are forgedâand tested. Betrayal cuts deep, lives are lost and others changed forever.
Who are the good guys anyhow?
Wrapped in an old piece of towelingâanother item to add to the shopping listâshe was squeezing the moisture out of her mane when Jesse Forbes came through the door. One of her guys lingered just outside, guarding the man, but every molecule of her being told her to run, far and fast before she put some steel in her spine and managed a nod.
âMorning. I see youâre up ahead of most everyone else too,â he said.
Making small talk in the showers, with him fully clothed and her â¦ not, sucked. To his credit, aside from one sweeping glance down her body, he looked at her face.
âSeems like it.â She edged around him, catching his amused stare and grabbed up her clothes. âExcuse me.â
âI wondered how long your hair was.â
She blinked, and despite herself, her hand rose to finger the wet tangles. Not particularly vain, sheâd left her hair to grow, finding it easier to tie up and out of the way instead of fighting with the unruly curls. Especially now she could keep it clean and avoid the critters that tended to infiltrate dirty hair, particularly among close quarters. It had been carefully secured and out of the way on the mountain that day so he couldnât have known.
Deciding not to answer, she ducked into the tacked-on separate room, no more than a tent, thank goodness for the temperate climate. She rubbed furiously at the dampness still on her skin and then yanked on her jeans under the cover of her towel. She pulled on her shirt, only then using the toweling to wring more moisture from her hair.
âSorry. Again. I seem to put my foot in my mouth around you. And Iâm not yet privy to the rules around here.â His smooth baritone sounded too damn close and she wheeled around, cursing the fact sheâd turned her back on him. And he was between her and her rifle.
She hadnât been mistaken about his size and breadth, although refused to feel intimatedâor anything else. Besides, his guard was close by. Her brain processed his educated comment. Sometimes he sounded like an average Joe, then next, a college professor. Privy? Her obsession with books allowed for the interpretation, but stillâ¦
Forcing herself to project calm, or whatever felt close to that, she said, âAre you asking about segregation? Of the sexes?â And why had she used the word sex in his vicinity?
âThat, among other things.â
âMitchell, I mean, the Colonel, will apprise you.â She thought she saw a glimmer of intrigue in those strangely colored eyes but it passed too quickly to be certain.
âHe said heâd assign someone. As a guide. Aside from my armed escort.â
âThen youâll be set. Excuse me.â
âIs there a time thatâs better for meâand the guysâto shower?â His hands went to the collar of his T-shirt and he tugged it over his head.
Addy had seen enough torsosâand other man partsâin her life. How could she not, given her history and where she now slept? So Jesseâs cut chest and chiseled abs shouldnât have had any effect on her. And they didnât, her excellent self-control surging to the fore. They. Did. Not.
âNo set times,â she said, infusing her voice with casualness. âThis shower is communal for the fighters. The camp defenders, Iâd guess youâd call us. Thereâs another, larger one for the rest of the camp. The guys make allowances for us four womenâme, Marcia, Denise, and Lauraâfirst thing. I woke up earlier today.â
Was that a knowing look? She fought a blush. He was getting under her skin and she had no doubt he knew it. Probably knew women inside and out, had lots of experience with them. Well, she had lots of experience with men, too, and none of it positive.
âI slept fine,â she lied. âI woke early, is all. So if you hurry, you wonât be disturbed by the other women when they arrive. Unless it wonât bother you.â For sure it wouldnât bother Denise and probably not the other two.
âIâll just be quick then.â His long fingers reached for the button on his khakis. It didnât escape her notice he didnât remark on being disturbed by the women.
Refusing to look as though she was fleeing, Addy folded her towel before turning on her heel and stalking out, dipping to snatch up her rifle. The glimpse of his naked, sculpted butt and strong legs was emblazoned on her retinas, but she blinked the vision away. Add arrogance to his confidence. Not necessarily a nice mix.
About the Author:
She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance.
A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid and coauthor, as of April 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones, with others in the works.