Six on Sunday - WET, Aftermath Book 2, an Apocalyptic/Post-Apocalyptic Romance

 

Six paragraphs from WET, Aftermath Series Book 2, an Apocalyptic/Post-Apocalyptic Romance

1. They trudged through the flow as they tried not to step on something that would make them slip and fall. Their lamps gave them some light, but only enough to see a couple of feet in front of them. What hampered them the most was the torrent that continued to pound the top of their heads and shoulders. As the raindrops hit the water in front of them, it splashed up, striking them with a force that made it feel like they were being barraged with hard little pellets.

2. Realizing what he was about to tell her might not be suitable for all ears, he took her hand and led her over to the far side of the living room, next to the fireplace that now warmed the contents of a couple of pots. He sat on the floor next to the hearth and waited for her to do the same. “Bud and the others believe the world as we know it may be gone, and people, what’s left of society, is breaking down.”

3. Easing them away from the building, Wylie glanced up at the condo, hoping to catch one more glimpse, perhaps a final glimpse, of Harper. She’d never kissed him like that. Not in all the time he’d known her while he was dating Gwen. All the kisses she’d given him back then had been quick. Chaste. This last one, though, had been neither. It was almost as if she believed she’d never see him again, and had wanted him to know…

4. “Yeah! Bud took a couple of shower curtains and made a little place out on the patio. There’s a stool with soap and shampoo. The rain is perfect. Cold, but, hey, beggars can’t be choosers. And it takes a while to wash off, but I promise you’ll feel so much better afterwards.” She tapped his arm. “After you do, I’ll medicate and redress those wounds to make sure they don’t get infected. I think that’s where you might have picked up that bug that made you sick.” Taking a deep breath, she also looked out the window. “This place is a haven. Tull brought some of our supplies in, so we’re eating off of them and what we found here for now. No one knows how long it’ll take before the water level rises to the point where we’ll have to leave again, but for now, it’s nice to be back on dry land.” She stifled a yawn, and he realized how tired she was.

5. The memory of discovering his father’s body so soon after the man had been gunned down returned in a whirlwind of darkness and pain. Wylie winced, gritting his teeth to keep himself from breaking down. Despite his best effort, hot tears welled up in his eyes and slid across the bridge of his nose and down the side of his face and temple. Fortunately, Harper turned onto her side, away from him, and he spooned up behind her to weep in silence.

6. Speaking of… Wylie’s gaze went to the bow and the two red five-gallon containers of gasoline the man had stolen from the boats at the hotel. By unanimous agreement, they’d decided not to fire up the engines unless it was critically necessary. Which was why for the past several days they’d been aimlessly drifting. With no particular place to go, what would be the sense in it?

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