Today we have the release day launch of The Future Without Hope by Nazarea Andrews. I am so excited about this sexy zombie romance. Nazarea is sharing an exclusive excerpt and a awesome giveaway. Be sure to enter and check out all the book details!!
The Future Without Hope Synopsis:
Separated from Finn, captive of the Order, Nurrin has no hope left. But she has survived twenty years of zombies--and she has the unshakable faith that Finn will find her. But Finn is a long way away. The Order's influence runs deeper than was ever suspected, and politics are shifting--and zombies may not be the most dangerous thing she's facing. Finn always thought the war stripped him of all he had to lose. But with Nurrin missing and doors closing in his face, he realizes there is always more for the world to take--and he will drag the remains of civilization down with him before he gives up on the only promise that matters.
Part 2 of a 4 part short story. Follow the blog tour to find out what happens to Finn and Kelsey
The Battle for the East (Part 2)
I wake up cold. The night watch let the fire burn down. Which means they’re either eaten, or asleep, and either way—we’re exposed. I roll out of my sleeping bag and to my feet, snatching up my gun. Movement across the camp stops me, and I watch as the giant black man prowls through the early morning gloom. Even in the dimness and the distance, I can see anger written on his face.
The night watch are asleep by the perimeter, and I allow myself one brief moment of pity for them before he kicks them awake. “What the fuck are you doing?” Omar growls.
“Sir.” One of them is scrambling to his feet, pale and terrified. “We did perimeter sweeps. The area is Clean.”
“Nothing is ever fucking clean, you dumb shit. We’re in a war zone.”
“We’re in rural Virginia.” That’s from the other solider as he rolls to sit, and his face is creased with skeptisim. Riggins. I haven’t liked that man since Kelsey and I joined the company, six months ago. He’s cocky and disrespectful and he watches Kelsey more than I like to think about.
“And right now, rural Virginia is a war zone, solider. Might not be the sandbox your used to, but it’s still a war zone.”
“Then why the fuck do we have those kids with us?”
His gaze flicks to me and I tense. I knew some of the unit resented us. Some have welcomed Kelsey with open arms, because of who she is. They tolerate me because I’m a fixture in her life, an arms length away.
I can remember life before Kelsey was my center. But it’s like life before the change—distant and not quite real. It belongs to someone else. Since the change—Emilie sitting up and eating that morgue attendant, and the horde clashing with the Army, the bombings—she’s been my gravity. She keeps me grounded and focused. As long as she’s here, I know what I’m here for.
That’s important, in a world that doesn’t make much fucking sense.
“We’re here because I’m the best sharp shooter in 1, and because your commander decided we were an asset to his team.”
Her voice is cool, almost cold. She grew up in the White House—being trotted out for the campaign trail and the cameras, and she learned early how to hide her emotions. This cold reserve she perfected when we were evacuated from Washington DC.
“Don’t need another sharpshooter.” Riggins spits. Kelsey glances at him, and then to Omar. The lines of authority are usually clear and clean—Omar outranks the president’s daughter and she follows his orders.
But that’s not always true, and though she hasn’t flaunted her position before, I can see it in her eyes, the slight stiffening of her spine.
She could be standing anywhere—a ballroom in the White House, the Oval Office, our tiny hideaway in 1—she’s fucking regal and untouchable. “Exile him.”
Nazarea Andrews Bio:
Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She is the author of the University of Branton series, Neverland Found series, and Edge of the Falls. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog. You can follow her on Facebook and Twitter.