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369 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 19, 2017
“I wish I knew you better,” she said quietly, her eyelids closing again.
When he let his guard down, he could be the sweetest man she'd ever met. It was hard to reconcile that with the killer he'd made himself become to survive the pandemic.
“With you, I feel whole. Like there's hope somehow. I forgot that it even existed. In the apocalypse, you gave me hope.”






This is the best dystopia I’ve ever read with one of the most fascinating world-building and plot.
If society ends up starving in the aftermath of Scorpius, make sure you blame Greyson Storm. The asshole.
—Maureen Shadow, Notes
A deadly bacteria was released when a meteor had fallen to earth and some stupid kids decided to cut pieces off it. The bacteria, named Scorpius, was transferred by saliva, semen and blood. Millions didn’t survive and those that Scorpius attached their brains, leaving the survivors altered. Most turned stronger and smarter and managed to keep the worst changes at bay with vitamin B injections but others turned into Rippers. There are two kinds of Rippers, the first group are just mindless killers, totally out of control and the second group, the most dangerous group, are super intelligent, highly organised and basically sociopaths.
For three books now three factions has been trying to find the missing bunkers, bunkers where it’s believed the remaining scientists are hiding trying to find a cure and where more medicine, weapons and food are stored. The three factions are made up of Vanguard, the Mercs and the President, both intent on finding the missing bunkers for their own reasons.
A part of him, one darker than before Scorpius, wanted to bind her to him no matter what.
I have been intrigued by Greyson Storm, the leader of the Mercs, since the second book when he kidnapped Maureen in order to force her brother to infiltrate Vanguard and find Vivienne Wellington so that he could get to the President. The Mercs have quite a dangerous reputation and it was wonderful finding out they weren’t evil as everyone thought. And I really loved Greyson. He’s a warrior and protector who’ll do all things necessary to protect his people especially Maureen. This author likes her heroes to be all alpha and Greyson was definitely all that, bossy and domineering and seeing as Maureen had no problem standing up to him, I loved seeing them battle wills. He was also kind and sweet when he wanted to be. He also didn’t have a problem with apologising which just made me love him even more.
The only way civilization will survive is if the women just take over. Duh.
— Maureen Shadow, Notes
I loved Maureen. She’s a fighter, sassy, smart and caring. And it’s highly possible she’s the only surviving Biotechnology Engineer, the one person who can save this world from running out of food. I loved her dedication to finding more crops, more ways to ensure they won’t all eventually starve and the way she stood up to Greyson which was fantastic!
“With you, I feel whole. Like there's hope somehow. I forgot that it even existed. In the apocalypse, you gave me hope.”
The sparks that flew between Greyson and Maureen back in Shadow Falling just made me eager to more about them and I have to say they sure didn’t disappoint. I loved how this book started with going back to when Greyson kidnapping Maureen and we got to see the fireworks that exploded between them then. And then the story continues with what happened after the Mercs and Vanguard saved Maureen and Vivienne from the President and Maureen went back to Vanguard. I loved the chemistry between them, how neither could stop thinking about the other. It was impossible not to see their intense chemistry and their growing feelings and I loved watching it develop into something more.
The plot was action-packed with Greyson having to decide whether he will join forces with Vanguard or the President and it was pretty nerve wrecking not knowing if he was going to make the right decision or the wrong one. And with everyone trying to find the missing bunkers, especially Vanguard and the Mercs trying to find it before the President and his Elite force, who are definitely the villains in this story.
There are a couple of secondary characters that I’m really hoping will get their own books in the future. Damon, Greyson’s second in command and friend and I’m hoping we’ll get a book for him and April. And Penelope and Jax’s brother Marcus, who had been experimented on in one of the bunkers and doesn’t seem to be sane.
I absolutely love this captivating world and I can’t recommend it enough.
“We’re having a problem right now, sweetheart.”
She swallowed, the fine line of her delicate throat moving. “Let go.”
“I’d like to.” He lied. “But you keep pushing. Just how far do you intend to take this.”
“To make sure I’ve said this in the simplest terms, you’re mine. I’m keeping you.”
His? “I make my own choices, Greyson … You can’t have me,” she whispered.
His chin lifted, giving him an arrogant look that appeared natural on him. “Don’t challenge me, baby. Fair warning.”
Somehow, softness and fragility have survived the apocalypse. I’m not sure how to protect that.
“I’ve been working on it all morning, and I’m still trying.” Sami yelled back. “Bugger off.”
Jace looked at Tace. “Is she British all of a sudden?”
Tace shrugged. “We might’ve been role playing a bit last night.”
Jax groaned and held up a hand. “Stop. Just stop talking right now.”
To the death it is, then.
“Whatever happens, you have to know, you’re it for me, Maureen Shadow. It’s only been you, and it’ll only ever be you. I promise.”
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He grinned, showing a large gap in his front teeth. “Greyson ups the guards around the mansion and beach when he’s not around. You wouldn’t make it four yards before getting caught. And you don’t want to get grounded and not get to read again.” His faded blue eyes twinkled as he pushed the door open wide. “Come keep an old man company. We can play gin rummy.”
“You already owe me three million dollars,” Moe retorted, following the man through the house to the breakfast nook. “Is it just us in here?”
Atticus nodded. “Yeah. Damon went with Grey.”
“Where are they?” she asked, not that she cared. Yeah. She didn’t care at all. “Somethin’ going on up north,” Atticus said, shoving his stocky bulk around the table where rich people once dined. He wore a red shirt with purple pants and green socks.
“Are you color blind?” Moe asked, noting his clothes.
He nodded. “Think so. Why?”
“No reason.” Moe reached for the cards already on the table as Atticus poured two generous glasses of Pappy Van Winkle’s Family Reserve, a twenty-year-old Kentucky bourbon whiskey. “Whoa. Where did you get the good stuff?”
“So, if you want her to stay, why not make a move?” Damon asked, slowing down for what looked like a pile of bear furs.
Greyson tried to focus, but only one of his eyes was working. His body felt all right, though. “I can’t make a move. I kidnapped her, so she has no choice in anything. We’re not on equal footing, and she can’t make a fair decision.” Though man, he had to stop having wet dreams about her. She was all he thought about some days, and that had to end. Right now. “You know?”
Damon took the bottle. “I guess. Just never figured you for an equal partner type.”
Greyson turned toward his best friend. Hell. His only friend. “What do you mean?”
“Thought you’d be more of an I Tarzan, You Jane, type,” Damon said slowly. “No offense.”
Huh. Grey took the bottle and downed enough bourbon that the pain in his head finally subsided. “Only one person can be in charge in any situation. That includes personally,” he muttered.
Damon glanced his way. “Yeah, That’s what I thought” He frowned.
Greyson sighed. “You’re right. I mean, about me. But that’s after a decision is made. Maureen can’t decided to be with me because she doesn’t have the freedom to do that. Fuck, all of this talking was making his headache come back. “Enough Dr. Phil bullshit.”
“All right,” Damon said. “Let’s drink.”