325 days ago, the dead rose.

65 days ago, my sister disappeared.

1 day ago, I set off a series of explosions in a desperate attempt to find her.

Today, those explosions brought three men, and they don’t plan on leaving.

I was surviving on my own, with one mission: find my sister. But desperation led me to fire, and fire brought them.

Jace watches in silence, all restraint and rough edges, like he’s one wrong touch away from ruining me. Mars is a protective force with a soldier’s precision and a mission-driven heart. He’s always followed orders, but now he follows me. Caspian is...

325 days ago, the dead rose.

65 days ago, my sister disappeared.

1 day ago, I set off a series of explosions in a desperate attempt to find her.

Today, those explosions brought three men, and they don’t plan on leaving.

I was surviving on my own, with one mission: find my sister. But desperation led me to fire, and fire brought them.

Jace watches in silence, all restraint and rough edges, like he’s one wrong touch away from ruining me. Mars is a protective force with a soldier’s precision and a mission-driven heart. He’s always followed orders, but now he follows me. Caspian is a shadow-dweller with sharp eyes and a softer edge he hides from everyone except me.

Each one pulls me in for different reasons. Each one complicates my world. And each one might be the difference between finding my sister… or falling apart.

Now I’m tangled in heat, danger, and the kind of loyalty that feels like a slow, sweet burn. And as the world crumbles around us, they’re becoming the only thing holding me together.

The dead walk. The living lie. And trust might be the most dangerous thing of all, because some things, once lit, don’t stop burning.

**Ghosts Of The Dead is a standalone novel in a zombie apocalyptic romance featuring a strong, fire-happy heroine with a heart she swore she’d guard, three dangerously devoted men with secrets of their own, and a journey through the ruins of survival, desire, and heartbreak at the end of the world. When the world ends, love doesn’t die. It just gets louder.

*The dog lives. The dog will always live.