She survived by being invisible. He made her want to be seen.
Alone in a penthouse, she survived the end of the world with glitter eyeshadow, designer combat boots, and a katana. Then he fell into her life, literally.
Paris talks to kitchen appliances, wears glitter, and hasn't spoken with another living person in over a year. Her invisibility to the walking dead makes her the perfect lone survivor.
Until Knox crashes into her world, bleeding and suspicious and everything Paris isn't: tactical, grounded, dangerous. What starts as reluctant first aid becomes something neither expected in a world where trust is a luxury few can afford.
But being invisible to the dead makes her visible to the living. The wrong kind of living. When her past catches up, everything Paris and Knox have built crumbles under the weight of old sins.
Perfect for readers who crave stranger-to-lovers intensity, grumpy / sunshine dynamics, forced proximity tension, found family bonds, a touch of dark, spice, and a heroine who proves that even the end of the world can't kill your shine.
A fast-paced standalone with an HFN, dual POV, and proof that love can bloom even when the world rots. Please make sure to check the content warnings.
