Not Dead Enough: Zombie Paranormal Romance (Project Rebellion: SARA Book 1) Read Online Free

side, so anything had to come at her from the front.
    If she could see it.
    Where the hell was she? Back braced in the corner, she rubbed at her face, trying to clear the fuzziness from her mind. She’d been in town, and her tires had been slashed. She’d had to walk home, the heat blasting down on her. She remembered taking a shower…. Then her memory got fuzzy and soft, like cotton wool. She hissed in frustration. What had happened next ? Something had, because this sure as hell wasn’t her bathroom.
    More details came into view from the darkness. Opposite her, there were faint outlines like there was a door there. The sight of a door triggered a flash of memory. The door in her kitchen. Fear slammed into her, the instinctive reaction pressing her back into the rough bricks of the walls as memory returned in fits and starts.
    Buddy’s men had found her. They’d gotten in. She’d shot one. But they weren’t Buddy’s men. Unless her ex-husband’s men had taken to sporting vampire fangs. A whimper escaped her as the scene in her head changed. Being carried through the darkness over someone’s shoulder. But no one could move that fast, the ground a blur beneath them. There was darkness and pain. Her heart raced as she relived the memory. Agony slicing through her neck, the fear she was going to die. A man over her, his knee forcing her thighs apart. She’d fought him, lashing out like a wild cat. The memory of a man’s face recoiling from her blow, nail marks across his face, swam to the surface of her mind. His features twisted in anger, became something terrifying as he swung his fist back. Pain in the side of her head, her face and then nothing. Darkness.
    She whimpered, her face pressed to the cold brick as she tried to control the trembling of her body. Tentatively, she reached up to her neck. Her fingertips brushed the skin there, searching carefully. She winced. Dull pain at the touch warned her that all was not right. A bruise maybe? She searched the borders, and worked her way across the tender spot. Two scabs nestled in the center.
    “Shitshitshitshit.” Her brain didn’t want to comprehend the facts. She hadn’t been bitten. She couldn’t have been, because Vampires didn’t exist. So if they didn’t exist she couldn’t have been bitten. But if they didn’t exist, who had kidnapped her?
    Putting the question aside, she moved her hand down. Over her ribs and her stomach. Her thighs quivered, fear of what she’d find taking root. A hand between her legs, she pressed gently. And closed her eyes in relief. Everything felt normal. No soreness. She hadn’t been raped.
    A soft snuffling sound broke through her thoughts, dragging her head up to listen. Was that someone crying? A frown on her face, she lifted her hand. Her cheeks were dry. Okay, it wasn’t her. So that meant there was someone else down here.
    She launched herself across the room, reaching the door in less than a heartbeat.
    “Hello? Is there anyone there?” Mouth against the lock, she called out, then put her ear against it to listen.
    The snuffling became soft sobs. She’d been right. There was someone down here with her. New purpose filled her, chasing away her fear.
    “Hey… hello? Who’s that? I’m Julia,” she called out, pitching her voice to carry but not too far. Her discovery she wasn’t alone was tempered by the fact that she and whoever else had been brought down here on purpose. The kidnappers could be listening.
    The sobs stopped. Shit.
    “Hey… talk to me. Who are you?”
    Silence. Julia cursed softly under her breath and ran her hand over the door. It was wooden, with iron bands across it. A crude handle jutted from the surface to the left. Grabbing it, she rattled the door. It was locked. Further investigation revealed a barred window near the top. On her tiptoes, she managed to look out and could just make out what looked like a corridor, more doors like her own lining it.
    “Be quiet. They’ll come