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Madam Reign
Jeanette Clarke (Author) · Indy Pub · Paperback
I walked out of the burning White House with a nuclear football in one hand and a dead woman’s blood on the other. I walked through the woods, starving and bleeding and carrying a secret that wasn’t a secret anymore-a baby. A stranger’s baby. A baby conceived before the world ended, with a man whose last name I learned halfway through.
I thought I’d lost everyone who mattered. I was wrong.
Silas Kane is back. My ex-boyfriend. The possessive, infuriating arms dealer I left five years ago when he tried to cage me. He’s spent every day since then protecting me from the shadows-hiring bodyguards, funding my campaigns, loving me from a distance I forced him to keep. He’s furious, he’s relentless, and he’s never stopped wanting me. And when he drops his gun in that warehouse courtyard and says my name like a prayer, I realize I’ve never stopped wanting him either.
Cade Bishop is alive. My bodyguard. My protector. The man who told me he loved me while bleeding out in a marble lobby. He lost his hand saving my life, but he hasn’t lost his fire. He’s sharper now. Harder. And the way he looks at me-like I’m still the most magnificent thing he’s ever seen-makes me believe we might actually survive this.
But we need answers. A CDC facility holds the truth about the virus-who created it, who funded it, why they unleashed it on the world-and the four of us are going to raid it together.
And then, in a gutted pharmacy on a supply run, I find him. Slumped against a shelf of baby bottles. Bleeding from a bullet wound. Looking up at me with whiskey-colored eyes and a scarred jaw that shifts into a disbelieving smile.
Levi Maddox. The stranger from the dive bar. The father of my child.
The virus wasn’t an accident. It was a coup. A radical wing of the government remains, and they’re still hunting me. But I’m done running. I’m done hiding. I have four men at my back, a conspiracy to unravel, and a baby that’s beaten every odd the apocalypse has thrown at it.
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