The Last Woman After the Apocalypse

Deep Ink Paranormal

The sky bled red for seventeen minutes. When it stopped, every woman on earth was dead.
Except her.
Calanthe Barnaby crawls through the ruins with a murdered child still leaving her body and a city full of men who are no longer human. The Crimson Veil has turned the survivors into predators. They can smell the last living woman from miles away, and they are coming.
Then a wolf takes her.
Alpha Emmerick does not ask or negotiate. He calls her mate, carries her into enemy territory, and swears he will never claim a human… while his body and his beast demand exactly that.
He is only the beginning.
Two more monsters have already caught her scent. A Vampire Lord. A Dragon Lord. Ancient enemies who have hated each other for centuries. Now they will burn the world down for the right to own the last woman left breathing.
She is the last cunt standing. And every nightmare still walking wants to ruin her.
***
Author’s Note: Before you start this book, I need to be very clear with you. The Last Woman After the Apocalypse is dark. I mean extremely dark.
It’s a filthy, apocalyptic reverse-harem book, with extremely explicit and frequent s*x. Heavy b**m, power exchange, restraint, and pain. The characters are not always kind. The men are territorial, instinct-driven, and often cruel. The heroine is strong, but she is put through hell.
If any of the above is a hard limit for you, please step away. There is no soft version of this story. I wrote it exactly as dark and filthy as it needed to be.
Read at your own risk.

Unfold