Savage
Jade C. Jamison
Release date 3/31/15.
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Blurb
Kill or die...
From erotic romance author Jade C.
Jamison comes a story about second chances and learning let go and
find oneself again.
Nina Hardwick has had a rough life
since leaving high school, but inside she is still the girl looking
for a silver lining. The past several years have left their toll on
her psyche, and just as she feels like she’s climbing out of a deep
abyss, her life and the lives of millions of others fall into
shambles as a virus overtakes the country and leaves a plague of
undead armies scouring the land.
In a desperate attempt to get away from
the infected, Nina and some neighbors speed out of town, nearly
killing a man on a motorcycle. When they stop to rescue him, Nina
realizes that he is the one man from her past she never got over, the
guy who should have been her high school sweetheart until she messed
it up. But this unrequited love, Kevin Savage, says he doesn’t
even remember her. Or does he?
Nina, Kevin, and her neighbors head to
the wilderness and fight to survive not only the plague but also
hunger, cold, their inner demons…and even each other. Will they
survive and, more importantly, will her heart?
Excerpt
All those thoughts were in my head,
whether buried or at the forefront, as the tears began to stream down
my cheeks. I hardly registered when Kevin pulled me into his chest
and held me tightly as I sobbed, letting it all go.
Once my crying jag was over, I marveled
at the man holding me. It wasn’t too long ago that he had said he
never knew what to do when someone was crying. So I swiped at my
face and nose with my hand, realizing his coat had absorbed a lot of
the teary evidence, and looked up at him. “You did just fine,” I
said.
He started laughing. “So did you.”
Then I laughed hard. Between that and
the tears, I was beginning to feel like a whole new woman. “No, I
didn’t mean this,” I said, waving my hand toward my back,
indicating the fully dead bodies in the snow behind me. My voice was
softer when I said, “With me crying. You said you never knew what
to do when someone started crying.”
“Oh.” Kevin was a quiet man,
speaking less now than he had when he was younger, but I believed I
had rendered him mute.
“What you did right there was
perfect.”
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