A grand passion in an apocalyptic world. A love beyond reason and without boundaries.
He’s a warrior, a bounty hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s a target, a creature of dark magic. His job is simple. Kill the target. Her goal is more complex. She must stay alive until she finds and destroys the source of death magic staining the twenty worlds. But the passion burning within them may be their undoing. It’s going to take an apocalyptic will to overcome the distraction their bodies are creating…and not lose themselves in the process.
Redz World Reviews: “…reminiscent of Romeo and Juliet with a post world war feel. Even the secondary characters were unforgettable… Tall, Dark and Apocalyptic by Sam Cheever will engage you on multiple levels; many you won’t even realize until long after you finish the tale.”
Booked Solid With Virginia C: “Tall, Dark & Apocalyptic is an involving adventure, a passionate love story, and a fascinating look into a fantasy-fueled future world.”
“You don’t need to run from this, Yeira,” he told her. “In fact, you can’t run. You’re scared and confused because you want me, beyond thought, past caring.”
Yeira shook her head. “You can’t know…”
His lips found her shoulder—pressed a lingering kiss there—and she shivered under its power. “I know, because I feel exactly the same. I’ve been trying to deny it since first laying eyes on you. But it’s impossible. You and I aren’t just a man and a woman. Our bodies are tuned to each other in an almost magical way. When we’re apart I can barely think of anything else. I haven’t looked at another woman since I met you. My mind has tried to explain to me that you and I are at cross purposes…that we aren’t suited in any way…but my body doesn’t care about reason. It only cares that your skin is impossibly soft.” He ran a hot, lightly calloused hand up her belly, skimming the swollen curve of her breast. “—that your scent turns my brain to mush and stiffens my cock. I know now that I won’t be able to shove you out of my mind until I’ve tasted you…”
Hope flared in her breast. “Do you think that will work? That we can push these feelings aside if we just give in and have sex?”
His lips trailed up the side of her throat and he nibbled her jawline. One hand encompassed her breast and the other slipped downward, to skim beneath the waistband of her battle leather. “What you and I will share won’t be just sex, Yeira. It will be an exorcism…a purging.”
He easily stretched the leather away from her lower belly, sliding his hand past it to cup her sex. Yeira gasped, fire coiling in her belly. She knew he was right. She’d known it for some time.
In that moment it seemed impossible to resist what he was offering. Worse, it seemed utterly stupid.
She turned in his arms and arched into him, her hands lifting to twine through his midnight hair. “Then so be it. Let this be the start of our healing…and the end of our obsession.”