Title: The Safe Zone
Series: The Survivors #2
Author: Amy Marsden
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 03/05/2024
Heat Level: 1 – No Sex
Pairing: Female/Female
Length: 91500
Genre: Horror, Lit/genre, horror, action, post-apocalyptic, interracial, bisexual, gay, paramedic, PTSD, soldiers, photographer, Paris, found family
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Description
When Jennifer and her group of survivors arrived at the castle, she thought they were safe at last. With strong walls and strong soldiers surrounding them, the threat of infected became negligible, and she could finally relax for the first time in what felt like forever. But the need for a cure outweighed Jennifer’s personal comfort, and the castle didn’t have the facilities needed to synthesize a vaccine from her blood.
She should have known safety wouldn’t last.
Back out in the world plagued by infected, Jennifer and her group head to Paris, where they could begin to find a cure for the virus that decimated humanity. But things don’t go according to plan, and they are left scrambling to get away with their lives.
Determined to find a safe place to hunker down and ride out the worst of the apocalypse, Jennifer and her broken but hopeful group return to the UK. Once there, they soon find that the infected aren’t the only threat.
A story about found family and overcoming the odds, The Safe Zone is the thrilling conclusion to the Survivors duology.
The Safe Zone
Amy Marsden © 2024
All Rights Reserved
She half-sat, half-lay on her bed while Alexia lounged in a chair at the desk. Why she needed a desk, she didn’t know. Jennifer had been given a room all to herself. She knew from Victoria that most others had to share, except for the scientists and officers. Probably due to the bites. No one wants to share a room with me. They’re scared.
Not that she was complaining, really. Her room was nice. The low ceiling and dim lighting made it seem cramped, but Jennifer knew she had it better than most. She’d thought about giving the room to Riya and Aarav, but she didn’t think Aarav would accept. It contained a single bed, the desk, and a chair, and they’d all been given a bag with spare clothing in it when they arrived, which she’d dumped in the corner by the door.
Jennifer had been nervous about chatting with Alexia, but the conversation flowed naturally. She knew she didn’t have the best track record with talking to her crushes. I think I’m being pretty smooth, though. At least I hope so. She gave coherent responses, and she had only gotten lost in Alexia’s eyes once. She was doing well.
“Everyone knows carrot cake is the best dessert, I don’t know why you would say anything else.”
Jennifer laughed. “Cheesecake all the way. I love cheesecake.”
“Cheesecake is the worst, Jennifer.” Alexia pulled a face. “Think of your poor taste buds.”
Jennifer felt a rush whenever Alexia said her name. She wanted her to say it more often. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to agree to disagree here. I’m right and you’re wrong.”
Alexia fake pouted, and Jennifer had to suppress the urge to kiss it away. Hold your horses, you don’t even know if she likes women. She would have to bring up past relationships, and that was something she did not want to do. I can’t just outright ask her, though. Who does that?
“Do you at least like carrot cake?”
“Nope, it’s disgusting.”
Alexia shook her head. “I feel sorry for you.”
Jennifer laughed again. She did that a lot in Alexia’s presence. God, too much? What if Alexia thought she laughed too much? What if it grated on her nerves? What if—
“You have a nice laugh,” Alexia said, and Jennifer’s brain stopped working. “It sounds…free.” Alexia chuckled. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“No, no, I get it,” Jennifer said. “You have a nice laugh too. Musical.”
Alexia grinned at her, and heat diffused through Jennifer’s face. God, why did she blush at every little thing? “Merci. That is kind of you to say.”
“It’s the truth,” Jennifer said simply. They smiled at each other, holding eye contact. Jennifer was about to turn away—her face was in danger of burning off—when she saw Alexia’s eyes dip to her lips. Holy shit. Butterflies rose up, and Jennifer had to look away lest she do something stupid like giggle. Ugh.
“I like horror films,” Alexia said, changing the subject. “What about you?”
Jennifer fake shuddered. “I’m a wimp. I found Jurassic Park scary.”
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As a child Amy loved reading and writing, so naturally she graduated with a degree in biomedical science and has worked in a microbiology laboratory ever since. Her passion is writing however, and she started her first novel while still at university. When she is not writing about surviving apocalypses, exploring space, and conquering magic—all featuring LGBTQ characters—she can be found reading or playing games about those very things. She lives by the sea with her wife and fifteen-year-old cat who still runs around like a kitten.
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