Spotlight And Guest Post: Only Love Survives

                                                                     
                                                                       PARANORMAL ROMANCE

BLURB:
Amidst an epidemic ravaging the world, all Megan Fletcher's hopes for the future lie in getting to Las Vegas where newscasts reported scientists were gathering to search for a cure for the modern plague. After rescuing her from a rooftop surrounded by Zombies, Sam Woods appoints himself her escort.  While he knows she is determined to get to Vegas no matter the cost, he doesn't know her secret. And with his hatred of all things Zombie, she doesn’t dare tell him the truth. The more he kisses her, the harder it is for Megan to hide her growing feelings…and the bite-shaped scar.

But Vegas is not the haven it was promised to be, and when Megan’s immunity to the disease is discovered, she realizes her future and her heart belong to Sam, if he will trust her.  An idealistic school teacher and ex-corporate mogul manage to find love despite a looming worldwide catastrophe. Can their love survive while everything around them is dying? Will they learn that when facing the end of the world, Only Love Survives?

EXCERPT:
A storm that spelled danger flashed across Sam’s face. He advanced on Megan so fast, she backed up against the side of the Suburban. Planting a hand firmly on each side of her, he pinned her with his arms as well as his gaze.

“What I want? Are you so hard headed you can’t tell what I want?” He covered her mouth with his lips and crushed her clever comeback with an assault on her senses.

Megan pushed him, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he continued to kiss her until her heart raced and cheeks flushed with need. All resistance melted and she succumbed to the warmth of his embrace. Her arms wound around his neck of their own accord pulling him closer while her tongue sought his in a passionate dance, completely ignoring what her heart wanted.

When he finally broke away leaving Megan breathless and wanting so much more, Sam put his forehead to hers and watched her mouth like a drunk watches amber liquid poured into a glass. “You,” he rasped. “I’ve wanted you since I found you hanging from that damn roof, and all our little encounter in the river did was add fuel to the fire.”

 

Bio:
Author, Renee Charles believes all love is legendary. Being the only female in a house full of giants (husband and two teenage boys) she tends to lean toward the strange and unusual, but inevitably the softer side shines through.

Whether life leads her to a snow covered mountain top, sun dappled forest, or the bottom of a ravine (yes, ditches happen) she always has a pen and note pad ready so wherever the next adventure takes her, she can take notes.

Her own romance began in an insane asylum. Luckily, both she and her husband only worked there. But it makes sense her romance novels have strange beginnings that lead to passionate endings. Romance with a dark twist.

In the face of zombies, werewolves, and big foot she always seems to find a happily ever after to leave you with a sigh at the end.

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Guest Post:

Are you ready to “Bug Out”?

Zombie believer or not, everyone should have a “Bug out” bag.

When we moved from the San Francisco Bay Area to the Great Northwest ten years ago, you could say I suffered from a bit of culture shock. One of the first things my husband did was add emergency kits to our cars. Not the jumper cable, road flare ones we all carry now and dread pulling out. He added survival kits.

Now before you roll your eyes, because trust me I did when he added them, follow my (his) line of thinking. The first backpack contained a first aid kit, an extra sweatshirt for each of us, beef jerky, a box of granola bars and some water bottles. The idea being if we got stuck on a back road somewhere we would make it through a night before help came.

We picked up a new hobby, snowmobiling. And with that came survival classes and knew knowledge of what it really takes to survive in different circumstances. Our packs evolved over the years and are universal regardless of the season. We keep them in the house and when we go on a road trip the teenagers know to grab their pack and throw it in the back of our car. 

Three years ago near our city, a woman ran off the road and down an embankment on her way home from work. The bushes closed around where the car had left the road, leaving no sign of where she’d gone. Her husband looked for her. The authorities looked for her and no one could find her. The authorities began to suspect foul play. The husband never gave up. And three days later an off duty emergency worker on a hunch walked the road and found the place where she gone off. She was still alive, but unable to leave the vehicle. I don’t know the details of her survival, but watching her husband’s desperation on the news, I finally understood my husbands need for our family to be prepared. 

Here is a peak of what I carry with me. I have an extra pair of beat up tennis shoes and socks. They are not fancy, just a pair I was going to throw away when replaced, but instead put in the net behind my seat to easily reach. I commute in heels and if I were to break down or veer of the road I would hate to try to climb out in girl shoes. My pack has a shovel with a saw in the handle; a metal cup to boil water; a flint to start a fire (and yes the hubby made me practice in the fireplace after which he also made me add a pack of water proof matches); 2 MREs, which are emergency food ration packs from the military that have anywhere from 2,000 to 2,500 calories each (they can be bought at a military surplus store); emergency whistle; small first aid kit; two light sources (I use head lamps because you can strap them to stuff); since I wear contacts, I keep a pair of old glasses in the pack, not my current prescription, but better than being completely blind; extra pair of dry socks; and of course a sweatshirt and long johns.

Each person’s kit should vary dependent on their environment and habits. I hope me sharing mine will help people think about what should be in theirs. Weather zombies attack or not, emergencies happen every day. There is nothing wrong with being ready for them. There is also nothing wrong with including an emergency book, just in case the tow truck is two hours out.

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