right?”
His arms squeezed me tight. “No.” His voice was serious, refusing to play along with my teasing. “Because of you. You make me happy. Zombie sex or not. You're so beautiful, and I love you.”
I turned to face him and brought a hand up to his nonzombie cheek. “I love you too, Bo. So much.”
I lifted up on my toes and kissed him. My words had been the truth. The love Bo and I had for each other was unfathomable. Nothing short of a zombie apocalypse would stop me from making him happy every day for the rest of my life. And I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, he felt the same way.
Bo broke our kiss and inclined his head toward a waiting taxi. “Let's go home, zombie girl,” he said and swatted my butt.
“Home.” I smiled. My heart and my home were with Bo, and that was never going to change.
The End
Note from the Author:
A million thank-yous for downloading and reading Beyond Definition. I am humbled that out of all the books available to you, you chose mine. I hope you enjoyed reading Ivy and Bo's story as much as I did writing it. If you could take a moment to leave me a review on Amazon, I'd be forever grateful.
Thanks!
Jenni Wilder
Acknowledgments
My beta readers, Betsy, Heidi, Holly, and Sarah - Your help and feedback is immeasurable. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
My friends and family - Your support means so much to me! Thank you for not laughing in my face when I told you “So I kinda wrote a book...” :)
And as always - my sister, my best friend - I can't tell you how much I appreciate you. The best writer on the planet wouldn't be able to come up with the right words to tell you how much I cherish you as my sister. I love you!
All Of You
Chapter One
I stood in the corner of the heated tent holding a Styrofoam cup of hot chocolate. My gloved hands wrapped around the cup in an attempt to leach the warmth into my fingers. The tent was crowded but even with all the body heat the organizers had to bring in space heaters to keep those of us in the tent warm but they only marginally helped. Still, it was better than being out in the elements. I felt bad for those outside the tent standing on the curb. They lined the street as far I could see but there wasn’t anything I could do for them. I didn’t want to be here in the first place but my boss had twisted my arm.
I had been told the New Year’s Eve Razzle Dazzle Parade was something I wouldn’t want to miss. The annual event was the culmination of the holiday season and you could almost taste the anticipation from the crowd. Twinkling lights, colored lights, Christmas trees and light up banners made the entire downtown area glow. There were semitrucks covered in strands of multicolored lights and a giant glowing palm tree that you could see from blocks away. Even the marching band and the parade walkers had lights attached to their clothing and powered by battery packs so they flashed and glimmered as they made their way down the parade route. Even if I didn’t want to be here, I had to admit the atmosphere was exciting.
The parade itself was a free event organized by the tourism office in an attempt to draw everyone and anyone to the downtown area for New Year’s Eve. People from all over the Chicago area bundled up and braved the cold, lining the street for blocks, trying to stay warm and get the best view.
The warmed tent I currently occupied, on the other hand, was an exclusive area for top donors and important people. Three sides of the tent were normal tent walls, but the fourth wall, the one facing the street, consisted of huge see-through Plexiglas that allowed for unobstructed parade viewing.
Men and women in winter clothing stood around the sides of the seating area, laughing, talking, and, I’m sure, making business and political deals of some sort while the parade passed by. Even with the layers of winter clothing, it was easy to see the affluence surrounding these
His arms squeezed me tight. “No.” His voice was serious, refusing to play along with my teasing. “Because of you. You make me happy. Zombie sex or not. You're so beautiful, and I love you.”
I turned to face him and brought a hand up to his nonzombie cheek. “I love you too, Bo. So much.”
I lifted up on my toes and kissed him. My words had been the truth. The love Bo and I had for each other was unfathomable. Nothing short of a zombie apocalypse would stop me from making him happy every day for the rest of my life. And I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, he felt the same way.
Bo broke our kiss and inclined his head toward a waiting taxi. “Let's go home, zombie girl,” he said and swatted my butt.
“Home.” I smiled. My heart and my home were with Bo, and that was never going to change.
The End
Note from the Author:
A million thank-yous for downloading and reading Beyond Definition. I am humbled that out of all the books available to you, you chose mine. I hope you enjoyed reading Ivy and Bo's story as much as I did writing it. If you could take a moment to leave me a review on Amazon, I'd be forever grateful.
Thanks!
Jenni Wilder
Acknowledgments
My beta readers, Betsy, Heidi, Holly, and Sarah - Your help and feedback is immeasurable. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
My friends and family - Your support means so much to me! Thank you for not laughing in my face when I told you “So I kinda wrote a book...” :)
And as always - my sister, my best friend - I can't tell you how much I appreciate you. The best writer on the planet wouldn't be able to come up with the right words to tell you how much I cherish you as my sister. I love you!
All Of You
Chapter One
I stood in the corner of the heated tent holding a Styrofoam cup of hot chocolate. My gloved hands wrapped around the cup in an attempt to leach the warmth into my fingers. The tent was crowded but even with all the body heat the organizers had to bring in space heaters to keep those of us in the tent warm but they only marginally helped. Still, it was better than being out in the elements. I felt bad for those outside the tent standing on the curb. They lined the street as far I could see but there wasn’t anything I could do for them. I didn’t want to be here in the first place but my boss had twisted my arm.
I had been told the New Year’s Eve Razzle Dazzle Parade was something I wouldn’t want to miss. The annual event was the culmination of the holiday season and you could almost taste the anticipation from the crowd. Twinkling lights, colored lights, Christmas trees and light up banners made the entire downtown area glow. There were semitrucks covered in strands of multicolored lights and a giant glowing palm tree that you could see from blocks away. Even the marching band and the parade walkers had lights attached to their clothing and powered by battery packs so they flashed and glimmered as they made their way down the parade route. Even if I didn’t want to be here, I had to admit the atmosphere was exciting.
The parade itself was a free event organized by the tourism office in an attempt to draw everyone and anyone to the downtown area for New Year’s Eve. People from all over the Chicago area bundled up and braved the cold, lining the street for blocks, trying to stay warm and get the best view.
The warmed tent I currently occupied, on the other hand, was an exclusive area for top donors and important people. Three sides of the tent were normal tent walls, but the fourth wall, the one facing the street, consisted of huge see-through Plexiglas that allowed for unobstructed parade viewing.
Men and women in winter clothing stood around the sides of the seating area, laughing, talking, and, I’m sure, making business and political deals of some sort while the parade passed by. Even with the layers of winter clothing, it was easy to see the affluence surrounding these
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