Jax and the Beanstalk Zombies
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
“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.
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.