Blurb: Zombies don’t belong in fairy tales….at least not those with a good chance
of a happily ever after…
Jason Prince, Charming's once-upon-a-time star jock, only attends his
Charming high school reunion to find his way into the heart of a certain
wallflower who had no date for the prom.
Shy, geeky, chemical engineer, Emma Fay has been keeping her love for Jason
a secret because she knows Jason and Rose belong together. But, when Rose Briar
pricks her finger, fulfilling a prophecy about death and a plague, she throws a
wrench into the class reunion that not even the best planning committee can
tackle.
Can Jason and Emma stop Zombie Beauty Rose before she turns their loved
ones into her undead court and sends them forth to spread the infestation to
the rest of the world? Or will human flesh become the daily special at diners
everywhere? And will there be enough left of Jason and Emma for romance to
blossom?
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Excerpt:
That’s when she saw him, and, damn—he looked better than he had in high
school. Back then, he’d been equal proportions of muscle on top and bottom, but
since then his shoulders and upper body had filled out. He looked like a
bronzed god. Even though it was fall, he still sported a tan, his blonde hair a
shade lighter than she remembered, most likely from time spent outside. Seeing
him sparked errant thoughts of finding out what he was doing now. His eyes
connected with hers.
His lips moved, but she couldn’t hear anything as he walked her way. She
rolled down the window when he reached her door and angled down to lean against
it.
“Emmaline Fay, what are you doing? Hiding in the car like a scaredy cat?”
The rich, deep sound of his voice coupled with his childish taunt made her
feel self-conscious, and a flush of heat and anger coursed her skin. She’d
forgotten about his ability to aggravate her at the drop of a dime.
“No, just trying to decide if this is a good place to park. You know how you
country boys tend to scuffle your way over and around cars after a few too
many.”
“True, but we’re men, and we have to impress the ladies somehow. You can’t
tell me a scuffle doesn’t make you smile.”
She tried to keep her expression civil even when Jason’s familiar scent
found her nose, inspiring a fresh round of stomach squirminess. “The only time
I feel like smiling is when the cops show up to make an arrest.”
Jason grinned. Even his teeth were perfect. Rose had definitely picked a
winner. He took a step back and winked. “Come on out of the car, kitty claws.
Maybe we can find a scuffle together if you’re that excited about the law.”
“Always the jokes and nicknames. You haven’t changed.” She rolled up the
window and removed her keys from the ignition. Hilarious how he riled her up
and got under her skin with only a few sentences. Keeping her distance should
be her key objective of the night. Otherwise she might lean in and sniff him
or, worse, engage in one of those arguments she loved to start. Pathetic. Maybe
her decision to stay out of the dating game was a liability.
She walked to the curb, Jason trailing behind. Glancing over her shoulder,
she saw him jerk his head up, and she stumbled on a piece of raised sidewalk.
“Whoa there. Everything okay?” He put a hand to her waist, and she barely
kept herself upright.
Her skin went hot. Everywhere. “I’m fine.” But she wasn’t.
Author Bio: Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a
sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of
the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time
with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of
giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.
Author Links:
Website: http://landragraf.com
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