"For those of us who like our paranormal romance on the urban, edgy side, [Colleen Gleason] delivers!" --Lara Adrian
'[Colleen Gleason's] vision of the future is dark, complex and sharply original." --Nalini Singh
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The world is ash, destroyed, and now controlled by Strangers. Survivors live in constant peril. But in the heart of Envy, resistance grows…
Somehow Bruno “Fence” Washington survived the apocalypse, emerging from a Sedona cave into a strange and terrible new world...fifty years later. Now, scouring the ruined earth for answers about the malevolent Strangers, the former extreme sportsman encounters an Amazonian beauty who calls to his every desire, but whose secret could mean his end.
Ana grew up in the ocean, diving far beneath the waves to the remnants of a world she never knew. Try as she might she can’t resist the man who tempts her in ways she never knew possible...whose touch elicits truths she swore never to reveal. But the passion between them won’t be denied–even if it means facing a new evil, rising from the roiling waters to blanket the world in darkness...
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralFence took a healthy gulp of beer. That was, at least, one thing that hadn’t disappeared since the Change. Man hadn’t forgotten the important things in life.
As beer went, this was pretty damn good too. Ice cold, solid and dark like he was, bold and strong—like his sense of humor. Fence grinned to himself and took another drink. Damn, I’m a fucking comedian.
It had been a year. An entire year since he and Lenny led a bewildered group of men from deep in the caves into a world straight out of I Am Legend.
A world complete with zombies, and Fence playing an even more ripped, and bald, Will Smith. No shit. And if the glances from that table of fine looking women on the other side of the Pub were any indication, they’d appreciate it if he’d do a few pull-ups. Shirtless. Just like his man Will had done in the movie.
“What can I get you?” asked the waitress, leaning in close so she could make eye contact and provide what he called a glimpse of Happy Valley: a good, solid view right down her shirt. To be fair, Cindy also had to get close to be heard over the live music coming from the stage next to them, but her girls looked as if they were dying to pop out and say hi.
“Depends what’s available, sugar,” Fence told her, giving her his long, slow grin. An old girlfriend had told him it was like sliding into a steaming hot tub. Cindy giggled and ogled back at him.
“Oh, just get her number and be done with it,” Elliott said with a roll of the eyes and the twitch of a smile.
Easy for him to say. Elliott’d been shacked up with Jade, the smoking hot redhead currently singing an old Bonnie Raitt song, within two weeks of their arrival here in Envy.
