Zombies

Getting chased by three REAL monsters through a graveyard isn’t how I expected this Halloween masquerade ball to go. When the tall, brooding guy in the vampire costume can’t stop talking about how he wants to suck my blood, I think he's playing it up—until he sucks a little too hard. As I run off, an even taller, musclier guy in a werewolf costume catches me, claiming I'm his mate. I’m into the roleplay—until he bites me to mark his claim. I finally run outside to catch some air, tripping over a hunk of a guy dressed as a zombie. He practically drools over me, hanging over my every word—until it turns out he's actually hungry for my brain. When all three of them start fighting over me, it becomes clear none of them are in costume. These three REAL monsters are fighting over me like the last piece of Halloween candy... But I just hope they learn to share. \~\~\~\ A Monstrous Mistake Multi Author Series On Halloween night, the lines between fantasy and reality blur as the monsters come out to play. Meanwhile, our human leading ladies are trying to celebrate the holiday in their favorite way—and enjoying some hot men in costumes. But what they don’t know is that the fur and fangs on their sexy dates are entirely real. Can a human woman really find love with the creatures of the night, or have these women made a monstrous mistake?

'R' is a zombie. He has no name, no memories and no pulse, but he has dreams. He is a little different from his fellow Dead. Amongst the ruins of an abandoned city, R meets a girl. Her name is Julie and she is the opposite of everything he knows - warm and bright and very much alive, she is a blast of colour in a dreary grey landscape. For reasons he can't understand, R chooses to save Julie instead of eating her, and a tense yet strangely tender relationship begins. This has never happened before. It breaks the rules and defies logic, but R is no longer content with life in the grave. He wants to breathe again, he wants to live, and Julie wants to help him. But their grim, rotting world won't be changed without a fight...

The house looked right, felt right, to Dr Louis Creed. Rambling, old, unsmart and comfortable. A place where the family could settle; the children grow and play and explore. The rolling hills and meadows of Maine seemed a world away from the fume-choked dangers of Chicago. Only the occasional big truck out on the two-lane highway, grinding up through the gears, hammering down the long gradients, growled out an intrusive note of threat. But behind the house and away from the road: that was safe. Just a carefully clear path up into the woods where generations of local children have processed with the solemn innocence of the young, taking with them their dear departed pets for burial. A sad place maybe, but safe. Surely a safe place. Not a place to seep into your dreams, to wake you, sweating with fear and foreboding...