"Multitalented Ware’s world is gritty and hardscrabble, yet always filled with new hope, all of which adds up to great entertainment." --Romantic Times BOOKclub
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The world they knew is ashes. The world that remains is in peril. These extraordinary survivors are humankind's last, best hope.
His family lost forever in The Change, Wyatt is a man with nothing left to lose. But just when he thought he’d never feel anything again, Remington Truth came into his life. Knowing the bold beauty would face unimaginable dangers on her quest to safeguard the mysterious crystal in her possession, he joins her on her journey, never expecting her to find a way past the wall he’s built.
Remy’s a woman with everything at stake. While protecting the powerful crystal that is her family’s secret legacy, she dares not trust anyone. Yet once she recognizes the ravaged heart beneath Wyatt’s stony facade, she’s willing to risk it all. Together they battle the forces of darkness, their very survival at stake.
Until Remy is forced to make a terrible decision that could destroy them…and the rest of the world.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / General“What are you doing here?”
Wyatt looked at Remington Truth, who was pointing her gun at him, and thought, Christ, sweetheart, I’ve been asking myself that for a damn year.
If I’d never gotten on that damned plane to Sedona…
Instead of answering, he walked over to the fire she’d built for her overnight camp in the woods. She wouldn’t shoot him. Not yet anyway.
Not that she hadn’t already tried.
“How the hell did you find me?” Remy asked, lowering the gun. Even in the dim light, he could see thefury in her eyes. “Dantès showed up early yesterday, so I know you didn’t follow him.”
He hadn’t expected a particularly warm welcome. After all, it was almost butting up to midnight. He was surprised she wasn’t sleeping, and even more surprised she was camping out in the open like this. Damn good thing he’d decided to track her down and make sure wherever she was going, she got there in one piece.
But Dantès was glad to see him. Wyatt crouched by the fire as Remy’s large dog, a German shepherd/wolf mix, greeted him with soft, ecstatic whines and crazy licking kisses.
“Hey there, bud,” he said, shoving his hands into the thick, warm fur around the dog’s neck and massaging. The dog was so enthusiastic, there was a danger he’d knock Wyatt into the fire, so he shifted from his haunches onto his ass. “Glad to see you again too.” It was true. Dantès was one of the few things that made his new life somewhat bearable.
He glanced over at Remy, then around the small encampment. “You’re a sitting duck for zombies here—or worse. I thought you’d know better than to be outside and on the ground at night.”
