265 days ago, the dead rose. 245 days ago, my colony formed. 67 days ago, someone I trusted stole our supplies and let the dead in. 2 days after I leave my colony in search of life-saving medication for my best friend, I woke up in the trunk of a car, put there by three men claiming to have saved my life. Time is running out to save my friend, made more difficult by my three self-appointed overbearing bodyguards who think they saved my life when they unknowingly ruined my mission. At least I have Buddy, the one-eyed dog I rescue from someone who shouldn’t care for animals. Griffin has the air of a leader, and the gall to handcuff himself to me in order to keep me with them. He says it’s for my own safety, but I suspect it’s really because I tried to steal their car and destroyed their food supplies in the process. It’s not my fault he left the keys in the ignition. And now I don’t even get my own tent. William is the kind, sensitive type with the gentle touch who becomes my rock. He’s almost too sweet for his own good, but can become the deadliest man alive especially when danger has a habit of finding me. Max is the wild card and the craziest man I’ve ever met, running on adrenaline and bad decisions. It combats with my own non-adrenaline and impulsive actions. They drag me across dangerous lands and protect me like I’m their own. They force themselves into my mission even though they’re better off leaving me to the rotters. I need to go, but I want to stay. Yet I can’t seem to get away from them, even when I try. And time is running out.

305 days ago, the dead rose. 30 days ago, my colony burned. 2 days ago, I was captured. No one is coming to save me. No one even knows I’m here, except for the three men in the cells next to mine. I’ve never seen their faces, only heard their voices: Damon’s steady commands, Cole’s cryptic whispers, and Benji’s teasing humor that somehow makes me smile in the dark. Then there’s Avery. A dreg. Part of the nightmare I can’t escape. But his touch lacks the cruelty of the others, and his watchful gaze leaves me questioning everything—including the dangerous pull between us. The bright light in this? The mixed labrador puppy who saves me as much as I save her. With each passing day, my hope fades. Escape feels impossible. And yet, the men in the dark, the ones I can’t even see, might risk everything for me. The dead may have destroyed the world, but it’s the living who will break me. And the most dangerous threat of all? Falling for four men I might not survive. \\Whispers of the Dead is a standalone novel in a zombie apocalyptic romance featuring a strong heroine, tormented yet overprotective heroes, and the bitter truth that just might destroy them. Find out what happens when the dead bring them all together. \*The dog lives. The dog will always live.