Dark romance fan? Tribe of the Undead 3 book series is twisted, sexy, and dark...but its not a romance.

“You don’t understand yet, do you? Let me explain. You belong to me now. Until I’m done with you, that is.”

Hayden ground his teeth, trying to crush the sensation in his jaw, but couldn’t pull his gaze away from Mattie’s glistening, exposed body. Tiny icicles clung to the tangles of her hair and flakes of snow dotted her thighs, bare above the edge of the tights.  

“The guy I work for thinks they’re a great tie-in to the zombie stuff—my piece, the comic convention and the opening of Zombie Rites. And all that stuff about zombies—”

“Roaming the streets?” she cut in, grinning as she dropped her hand to smack snow off her limp skirt. Once she got the clumps off, she ran her fingers across the hem, inching it up her bare thighs.

Hayden glanced at the apartment. Rachelle was not peering out the window, watching for him. He shifted back. Hayden found himself watching the flicker of her stubby black fingernails as she inched up the hem of her skirt. He knew she wasn’t wearing panties. 

He took a sharp step forward, ready to shove her out of the way if necessary. She grabbed his arm and jerked him close enough for her nipples to brush against him.

“My girlfriend is waiting for me,” he said, pointing to the third story of the brownstone.

Mattie tossed back her mass of hair, exposing a small black device tucked into her ear. “I know. ‘Don’t make me wait.’ Isn’t that what she said?” A cruel smile tugged on the corner of her full mouth as she took in his expression. “You don’t understand yet, do you? Let me explain. You belong to me now. Until I’m done with you, that is.” She forced one of her legs between his thighs. “I’m liking you more and more, so we may be together a while.”

Hayden jerked his arms free and reached for her pale throat. The skin beneath his palms was wet, slick, smooth. And cold, lifeless.

“Go up there, do your girlfriend,” she said, then shoved him away and moved toward the wall of the row house. She propped her booted foot on the cornerstone and lifted herself. She slithered up; her hands clutching the frost-covered bricks, then paused about ten feet from the ground. “And make it hot. Because I’ll be watching.” And with that, she crept up to the third-floor window and nestled under the eave.

(This excerpt edited for content. Text in the book is more graphic.)

Servant of the Undead, Book 1

Having sex with an ice-covered, smudgy-eyed woman in tattered fishnets and a barely-there mini-skirt is Hayden Thomas’ first mistake. His second: thinking he’s in control of what happens next.

The city of Boston is hostage to Snowmaggeddon and rumors about zombies roaming the streets, looking for human flesh, drift among the citizens. Hayden Thomas, tabloid newspaper writer, is out to get something fresh about the phantastic creatures. At the Boston Public Library, he uncovers some dubious research suggesting that some zombie tribes use human sexual energy, not flesh, for sustenance. The next thing he knows, he’s tangled up with a brutal woman who is as merciless as she is demanding.

In a city frozen by fear, there is no escaping the punishing depravity of the tribe.

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