...Sneak Peek Sunday...

Sneak Peek Sunday is upon us again, weehoo, and this week I'm going to share a snippet of book II in the Dead Rapture trilogy, Love at the End of Days.

In this scene, Vanessa is trying to find sleep when Finn, the decorated fighter who is training her to be a guard, shows up in the middle of the night. As you'll see, her respect for higher authority is a little lacking.

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     It wasn’t a spinning room or splitting headache that kept Vanessa awake that night. Sure, she drank too much as a sober Eloise laughed and looked on. And she’d danced on the rickety bar top and sang terrible karaoke minus a karaoke machine. But as she lay there in the comfort of her bed, with the crackling wood-burning stove sending waves of heat behind her, it wasn’t a hangover that kept her eyes from closing.     Imagination could be a terrible thing. Before the end of the world, creativity was cultured and nurtured, fleshed out until a talent was revealed. In current times, imagination was a tiny pinless grenade laid deep within the brain tissues in the darkest hours of night. So morbid were her imaginings, she couldn’t close her eyes against the world if she tried. Scenes of Deads clawing at her legs, or of her hiding in a small, dark place as moaners scuffled just outside, or the team being taken and leaving her all alone played across the backs of her eyelids anytime she blinked. No way was she inviting the kinds of nightmares that danced just beyond the edges of sleep.     The knock on the door in the middle of the night would’ve pissed her off a lot more if she were anywhere near hibernation. Thick, flannel pajamas shielded her from the offending bite of the wind as she opened the door. Finn stood there, a stark and giant silhouette against the star cluttered night sky.     “No thanks,” she said blandly. “I’m trying to cut back on my booty calls.” She tried to close the door but Finn shoved his foot in front of it.     “Vanessa,” he growled in a hoarse and sleep-filled voice.     “Fiiine,” she groaned. “But no kissing. I can’t have you falling in love with me.” She couldn’t be positive in the dim moonlight, but she was pretty sure his eye twitched.

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Book I in the Dead Rapture series, Love in the Time of the Dead, is now available through Omnific Publishing.



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