Hungry for Your Love: An Anthology of Zombie Romance
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Romance ain't dead...it's undead. In this thrilling zombie anthology, horror fans will finally get their fill of zombie-on-zombie action, zombie-human love, and zombie smut. Because why should vampires have all the fun?
This collection of never-before-published short stories includes:
--"Revanants Anonymous" by Francesca Lia Block: two zombies meet at a Revanants Anonymous meeting and when sparks fly they wonder how "dead" they really are
--"I Heart Brains" by Jaime Saare: a widow and a dead man get a second chance at love
--"Captive Hearts" by Brian Keene: zombie plagues can't stop a woman from caring for the man she loves
--"Everyone I Love is Dead" by Elizabeth Coldwell: what happens when your true love comes back from the dead--after you've already moved on with a new man?
--"Last Times at Ridgemont High" by Kilt Kilpatrick: an electrifying zombie romp
--and many more!
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face. I looked like a monster. I knew it. But now I found myself wondering if anyone else would notice. I decided a little concealer would do the trick. With a little luck, I might even be able to fool the partygoers next door into believing I was one of them. With a few dots of makeup, I seemed revitalized. I dug deep in my drawer and even found a little color for my cheeks. Just a small dash of blush gave the illusion of real life glowing under my deathly pale skin. I could pretend to be
about him—but it was nice to feel wanted by someone new. It was nice to feel the dizziness of excitement as we talked to strangers who desired us. I remembered a time when we were dating that Dan and I felt like this all the time. I wondered if we could find a way to get that back, or if all of our quiet evenings alone would continue to feel dead. Just then, Jessica noticed several guests preparing to leave. Despite the loud chatter and boisterous dancing from some couples present, it was
a fireball flared on the horizon, briefly lighting up the room with a bright orange flash. “Jeremy?” she said abruptly, looking up at me in fear. “It's okay, I think there was an explosion on the other side of town. Maybe a gas station or something.” She nodded, and looked down at her hand on my chest. She left it there, and ever so slightly traced tiny circles with her finger. “ Do you think there's anyone else left?” “I honestly don't know.” She sat up and watched the fire burning off in
time. If anything, I'd held her up. “Later,” she'd said, smiling in the way that showed she meant it. “Later, and for a long time, my man.” I turned from locking the door to see her standing on the pavement outside the house, looking perfect in her white dress, looking happy. As I walked smiling down the steps towards her she skipped backwards into the road, laughing for no reason, laughing because she was with me. “Come on,” she said, holding out her hand like a dancer, and a yellow van came