Heaven for Us by Beth D. Carter

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Those Who Survived, prequel

The world has been devastated by a virus…

Jo was one of the lucky ones. She survived. Now she searches for a sanctuary in a ruined world. She trusts no one, keeping to herself, until she meets Luke and his daughter, Casey.

Suddenly she’s involved, and emotions she thought she had iced over long ago invade her self-imposed isolation. The more time she spends with Luke, the more she wants him, leaving her conflicted. Does she stay with him? Or will she continue her trek to find a heaven among the apocalypse?



“How’re you feeling?”

“My side fucking hurts,” Luke replied.

“Well, that’s the unfortunate side effect of being shot and not taking pain pills. You could, I don’t know … pull over, let me drive, while you chill out in the back?”

“I’m not exactly straining myself sitting here,” he said. “Hell, I’m not even stressed, because I don’t have to constantly be on the lookout for speed traps.”

“Not quite the same as propping your feet up and resting,” she replied. “How many times have you been shot?”

He pointed first to his front side. “One,” he said, then pointed toward his back. “Two. I bet two times more than you.”

“Technically, that’s one shot, but that’s still one more than me. However, I’ve patched up ten times more bullet holes than you currently have, so I win on experience. Believe me, you do not want to pop your stitches.”

“Scout’s honor, all I’ll do is sit here and look pretty.”

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“I’m going to go out on a limb,” he said, “and guess you were in the medical field before this shitstorm happened.”

“Little bird tell you that?”

“Well, either that or you were a seamstress. It was a toss-up.”

“Not a seamstress,” she said. “I was an ER nurse, but you have one on me because I have no clue what you could’ve done before the apocalypse.”

“No? Am I that hard to read?”

She narrowed her gaze as she assessed his body. “Stripper?”

He chuckled and then gasped, pressing a hand to his side. “It hurts to laugh.”

“I was being serious.”

“Thanks, I think, but no. No Magic Mike am I. Mechanic, pure blue-collar.”

“If you say so,” she replied. “But I think you missed your calling.”