You know there’s trouble ahead when zombies aren’t your
biggest worry.
The treasure hunter... Veronica Kwon is determined to be the
only person in control of her destiny. After surviving a broken engagement and
turning her back on her wealthy manipulative father, she’s started a treasure
hunting company and is ready for the adventure of a lifetime.
The ex-fiance... Jax Taylor is a Southern charmer with
enough sex appeal to melt the polar ice caps. He disappeared three months
before their wedding and swore he’d never cross paths with Veronica again.
The magic beanstalk... Brought together again by their dying
mentor, who has found three enchanted beans, Veronica and Jax agree to an
uneasy partnership. Together they’ll climb a magic beanstalk to the cloud
kingdom, but will their destiny be the riches they so desire, the passion they
thought dead...or will the undead get them first?
CONTENT WARNING: Fans at the ready, please. Graphic sexual
content bound to steam up your e-reader!
A Lyrical Press Fantasy Romance
Excerpt:
“It can’t be,” Veronica said. There
had always been stories. Her cousin Lulu had whispered the tale to her late at
night as a test of pre-pubescent courage. No one ever had experienced an actual
sighting--well, and lived to tell the tale. The proof, however, lay dead in a
heap at their feet.
Veronica glanced up at Jax.
“Zombie,” they said together.
Somewhere out in the darkness another giggle sounded.
Then, another.
They snapped off their flashlights.
The world turned inky black.
She strained in an attempt to pinpoint the zombies’ location
by hearing but that information remained elusive. Fear settled in her stomach
like a bad Mexican dinner, making her queasy and clammy.
“We have to get Antoine and get the hell out of here,” Jax
whispered.
God, yes. All she wanted to do was run screaming for the
beanstalk. But they couldn’t. She squeezed his forearm. “Agreed, but we need to
be smart about this. We can’t attract their attention.”
“I know you like to make a plan for everything, but we have
about two minutes before we’re lunch,” he snarled.
