Plague Series by Imogen Keeper (1-2)
Requirements: epub/azw3/mobi reader, 336 kb
Overview:Hi! Call me Immy!I've got a stupid-rampant imagination for all things silly, sexy and sordid. It's hard to keep it all in, so I write down my day-dreams and my night-dreams into the form of big alpha heroes and the ladies who love them.
Genre: Romance


Part 1 - THE WORLD LOOKS DIFFERENT when you know you are going to die. Not in a vague death-will-eventually-find-us-all-so-YOLO kind of way, but in an immediate tunnel-vision-inducing-sweaty-palmed-kick-to-the-babymaker-this-is-not-a-test-and-I-don’t-want-to-die kind of way.
And the world looks even more different when you know everyone else is going to die, too.
Everyone.
Soon.
The whole of humanity sits on the precipice of total annihilation.
That’s some heavy sh*t right there.
And worst of all, do you even want to be one of the survivors? If 99% of the population dies, that still leaves 1%, and they’re all grieving, scared, stressed and capable of anything. Plunged into an apocalypse without government, without laws, no one to enforce them anyway, where there are no rules but one: might makes right.
Frankie would rather stick her head in the sand and ignore it all as the world burns around her. Yorke has no doubts and little fear, just a strong conviction. If anyone’s going to be making the rules in this strange new world, it’ll be him.
Part 2 - THE WORLD ENDED. It just forgot to take me with it.
Those of us still alive are the leftovers, the forgotten ones. We're grieving. Lost. Traumatized. Or some of us, anyway. There are others gathering guns, hoarding supplies, shaking people down, especially interested in children. And then there's me, responsible for a defenseless little boy who looks at me with gray-green eyes so full of trust, I have no choice. I'm his whole world. I'm the only thing that stands between him and the gun hoarders.
IF SOMEONE had asked me to sit down and draw up a list of all my stellar post-apocalyptic skills, the things that would make me an asset to any group I hoped to join, my sheet would be empty.
I've got nothing.
I'm not strong. I'm not a fighter or a farmer or a chef. I can't rig up electrical lines or plumbing lines or engineer a better light bulb.
I'm useless.
I'm an artist.
I can hardly fight off the growing army with my paintbrush and a hopeful heart.
SO WE SET out into the city, looking for people--decent people, willing to let us join them. And what do we find?
Yorke, a man uniquely designed for this world. Tried and trained to survive. He's big and brave and strong, and he wants to train us to be brave and strong too.
There's just one problem. He wants me. And I want him.
AND THAT can't ever happen, because my heart is not my own. It's buried in a shallow grave on Capitol Hill beside a man named Jimmy, and it won't ever beat again. I won't let it. And Yorke, for all the hot and hard and handsome of him, he deserves more than a heartless rebound lay from a woman with one foot in the grave.
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Requirements: epub/azw3/mobi reader, 336 kb
Overview:Hi! Call me Immy!I've got a stupid-rampant imagination for all things silly, sexy and sordid. It's hard to keep it all in, so I write down my day-dreams and my night-dreams into the form of big alpha heroes and the ladies who love them.
Genre: Romance
Part 1 - THE WORLD LOOKS DIFFERENT when you know you are going to die. Not in a vague death-will-eventually-find-us-all-so-YOLO kind of way, but in an immediate tunnel-vision-inducing-sweaty-palmed-kick-to-the-babymaker-this-is-not-a-test-and-I-don’t-want-to-die kind of way.
And the world looks even more different when you know everyone else is going to die, too.
Everyone.
Soon.
The whole of humanity sits on the precipice of total annihilation.
That’s some heavy sh*t right there.
And worst of all, do you even want to be one of the survivors? If 99% of the population dies, that still leaves 1%, and they’re all grieving, scared, stressed and capable of anything. Plunged into an apocalypse without government, without laws, no one to enforce them anyway, where there are no rules but one: might makes right.
Frankie would rather stick her head in the sand and ignore it all as the world burns around her. Yorke has no doubts and little fear, just a strong conviction. If anyone’s going to be making the rules in this strange new world, it’ll be him.
Part 2 - THE WORLD ENDED. It just forgot to take me with it.
Those of us still alive are the leftovers, the forgotten ones. We're grieving. Lost. Traumatized. Or some of us, anyway. There are others gathering guns, hoarding supplies, shaking people down, especially interested in children. And then there's me, responsible for a defenseless little boy who looks at me with gray-green eyes so full of trust, I have no choice. I'm his whole world. I'm the only thing that stands between him and the gun hoarders.
IF SOMEONE had asked me to sit down and draw up a list of all my stellar post-apocalyptic skills, the things that would make me an asset to any group I hoped to join, my sheet would be empty.
I've got nothing.
I'm not strong. I'm not a fighter or a farmer or a chef. I can't rig up electrical lines or plumbing lines or engineer a better light bulb.
I'm useless.
I'm an artist.
I can hardly fight off the growing army with my paintbrush and a hopeful heart.
SO WE SET out into the city, looking for people--decent people, willing to let us join them. And what do we find?
Yorke, a man uniquely designed for this world. Tried and trained to survive. He's big and brave and strong, and he wants to train us to be brave and strong too.
There's just one problem. He wants me. And I want him.
AND THAT can't ever happen, because my heart is not my own. It's buried in a shallow grave on Capitol Hill beside a man named Jimmy, and it won't ever beat again. I won't let it. And Yorke, for all the hot and hard and handsome of him, he deserves more than a heartless rebound lay from a woman with one foot in the grave.
Download Instructions:
https://www.upload-4ever.com/e1545zd05gf7
(Closed Filehost) http://chedrive.com/nvyrc6bil6hr