Zombie Island by Samantha Hoffman

Author:Samantha Hoffman
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: romance, action, survival, zombie

In the morning, Tobe makes breakfast of scrambled egg and bacon. The eggs are spongy and the bacon is soft, but it tastes like bacon and eggs, so I don’t complain. Anything is better than canned tuna day after day, whether it’s perfect or not.

Ryder and I finish our breakfast quickly, and I head back into the bedroom I share with Tobe to change for the day. I step into my “town outfit” that kept me alive and uninfected for so long in Louisville that I feel it brings me good luck.

It consists of a long sleeved thermal t-shirt, which is tucked into my faded blue jeans and black boots. Then I pull on a turtleneck shirt to avoid any bites or scratches on my neck. Golfer’s gloves come next, to protect my hands while allowing full range of motion.

Lastly, I tie back my long hair into a ponytail and then pull a headband on to keep my bangs out of my eyes. I don’t have sunglasses anymore; I lost them in Louisville, so I’ll have to be extra careful when it comes to my eyes.

Surprisingly, I’m ready before Ryder is. I’m not sure what’s taking him so long, but I don’t feel like waiting. If I had to get up early to go on a dangerous trip with him, the least he could do is not hold us up like this.

I pound on his bedroom door, and I hear him sigh. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

The door opens, and I find myself eye-level with his shirtless chest. His body is damp from a recent scrub, and he smells of something that might be vanilla soap. I knew that Ryder was fit, but his chest makes him look like a perfectly sculpted statue, and I don’t feel bad about ogling him.

Not only is he incredibly muscular, he also has an interesting tattoo that I haven’t seen before. It’s a line of beautifully ornate Celtic knots, and it runs across his lower abdomen from hip to hip, just underneath his navel, marred only by the thin trail of hair that leads into the waistband of his jeans. My eyes widen a little, and he clears his throat.

“Um…” I force my eyes up to his, and find a bemused look on his face.

“Like what you see?” he asks, not for the first time. His smile is arrogant and confident, but it sadly doesn’t make him any less attractive. I realize that I’m leaning towards him, and quickly pull away.

“Aren’t stomach tattoos kind of girly?” I ask, immediately deflating his overblown ego.

He clears his throat again, this time more embarrassed than cocky. “Well, I uh, didn’t exactly pick it out myself.”

“Did a girlfriend?” I ask with a smirk. I just knocked him off balance, and I’m not about to let up. “Or did you lose a bet? Because there’s no way any man’s man is going to get a tattoo in that area.”

“Actually, I was wasted when I got to the tattoo shop, and I don’t really remember that night all too well.

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