AFTER | Book 3 - After Tomorrow

"Don't be fooled by the bleak canvas upon which the love story is painted–this is a character-driven romance full of yearning, struggle, and steamy scenes." - Amazon review

BOOK 3

The world is still ending, but now winter is closing in and it’s deadlier than ever.

Sandford’s party girl, Kat Tenor, isn’t about to let something like the apocalypse ruin her fun. The Sy-V virus may have decimated the world around her, but it hasn’t dimmed her charisma. If anything, she’s even more determined to see the best in a critical situation.

But when old secrets and new enemies challenge her at every turn and an impulsive act leads to devastating consequences, everything she’s fought to hold together begins to unravel.

Quinn Brent, guard for the new Sanford, has admired Kat’s tenacity from afar for too long. He knows that beneath her bubbly, messy exterior lies someone who’s fiercely loyal and kind. So when the unthinkable happens, and Kat’s light dims too much for him to handle, Quinn has no choice but to step out of the shadows and take on a rescue mission of his own. To find the girl he loves and save her from herself.

With brutally cold weather and their enemies closing in, the stakes are higher than ever… Can love survive the end of the world?

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MAIN TROPES
➡️ Virus apocalypse
➡️ Found family
➡️ Opposites attract

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After Tomorrow is the third book in The After series of interconnected standalone post-apocalyptic romance novels. If you love reading stories by Kate L. Mary, Kate Morris, T.L. Payne and Kyla Stone, then you will love this series.

This is a standalone story with no cliffhangers and a HEA, however will be enjoyed further by reading the other books in the series. This is mature content written for 18+ readers ♡

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Enjoy this sample of After Tomorrow

The apocalypse had its advantages.

A lack of internet, postal services and, quite possibly, all the people who worked in finance, meant no one was going to be bothering Kat Tenor about overdue credit cards any time soon.

She ran a hand through her shaggy pixie cut and grinned at herself in the age-spotted mirror on the wall. She didn’t miss the instant despair that came with checking her online bank balance the morning after. And the amount of alcohol consumed last night would definitely have meant a diet of ramen noodles until her next pay.

“What time did you get in?”

Kat turned to find her best friend Chloe Brent-Maxwell awake and yawning. Flopping down onto the mattress, she threw an arm around her. “No idea. But holy shitballs, we had fun. You should have stayed.”

A prim throat clearing had Kat rolling her eyes as she glanced over at their other roommate, Maureen Park, who was sitting on the edge of her single bed.

Maureen was in her fifties and single, and Kat took secret delight in knowing she’d stolen her gnome from her front garden, and he was now happily residing on Chloe’s back deck.

“Ladies shouldn’t curse.” Maureen’s mouth pursed unattractively and Kat forced herself to bite back a comment about feline assholes.

“First, fuck you,” Kat said. “And second, I’m not a lady. In fact, none of us are. You know how I know that? Ladies do not smell like we all do. Ladies definitely shower more than once a week, which is all we’re allocated thanks to Jim-bloody-Boston.”

“Jim Boston is the only thing holding Sanford together right now,” Maureen replied haughtily, pulling on her shoes and opening the door to their shared room above The Strumpet. “And you’d do well to remember that.”

The door slammed behind her.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Kat shrugged at Chloe.

“Kat…” Chloe sighed, slumping back against her pillow. “You need to… tone it down a little, okay? Everyone’s struggling at the moment.”

The smudges under her friend’s sunken eyes seemed even darker than the day before, and Kat’s stomach tightened with remorse.

Two months ago, the world’s population was decimated with the outbreak of Sy-V–the Syrian Virus. The United States military had bombed whole cities in an effort to contain the situation, telecommunications had ceased, and the population of Sanford—their hometown—dropped from a few thousand to less than one hundred.

In just days, society had fallen.

Sanford had become a ticking time bomb with misogynist assholes running the show, and it was only after Kat and her friends had staged a coup and taken control that things had improved for the townspeople.

That was a month ago. A month in which Jim Boston had taken it upon himself to run their community, charming everyone with his ‘good old boy’ persona.

Kat knew better.

Not that anyone would believe her. She was the chaotic, spontaneous extrovert who made turning up late an art form.

Sometimes even her very best friends didn’t take her seriously.

Resolutely, she pushed the oily hopelessness back into the pit of her stomach. It was a practiced reaction, and something she’d managed for years. However, the current state of her life was giving the oiliness cause to thrive. It was getting harder and harder to drive down and ignore.

Guilt at her own self-pity washed over her, hot and prickly, and she swallowed.

“I’m sorry, Chlo. I know things are hard. Are you still feeling off?”

“I don’t feel sick anymore. I’m just really tired, even when I’ve had a full night of sleep.” Chloe sighed, and Kat picked up her thin hand.

“You’re not eating enough.”

“No one is eating enough,” Chloe replied.

“Jim has to do more than ration our food.” Kat got off the bed and began pacing. “We’re going to starve before the end of winter if he doesn’t authorize groups to go scavenging!”

“Kat…”

“No! Don’t ‘Kat’ me. You know I’m right. Rach is his second-in-command, and I can’t believe she hasn’t said something already.” She bit her tongue.

She was genuinely happy for Rachel that she’d worked things out with James, but they were spending so much time behind closed doors that Rachel had lost focus of how precarious Sanford actually was at the moment.

And with Chloe deep in mourning for her lost husband, and Mackenzie–their other ride-or-die platonic soulmate–still in the honeymoon phase of her relationship with Jake, Kat was… something. Her throat thickened with the promise of tears.

“I hate that we have to room with Maureen,” she pouted. “I wish it were Mac or Rachel. Or better yet, both. I don’t even mind that Mac comes with Dex, and that dog stinks.”

“God no!” Chloe tossed a pillow at Kat. “Then I’d have to listen to Mac have sex with my brother.” She gave an exaggerated shudder. “And Rachel and James haven’t learned to keep it down. They’re worse now than when we were teenagers.”

“Noise-cancelling headphones and Spotify are high on the list of things I miss about life before.”

“I miss…” Chloe paused to think and Kat froze, cautious her friend would slip into another crying jag. Ash, her husband, had been out of town on business when the Sy-V outbreak hit, and Chloe hadn’t heard from him since.

“… clean hair. And putting on makeup. You used to get us the most amazing beauty samples to play with.” Chloe’s wistful tone brought back the lump in Kat’s throat.

“Yeah, I miss YouTube. And the product perks.”

“What about the money?”

Kat threw the pillow back at Chloe.

“What would I do with money now? And you know I didn’t keep any of it.”

“I forgot you were always broke.” Chloe grinned and some of the worry eased from Kat.

“I miss having my own supply of sanitary products, and not having to ask whoever’s in charge of the storeroom for tampons.” Kat picked up her puffer jacket and shrugged it on. “Do you need anything while I’m there?”