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Chasing Shadows
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Complete, First published Aug 18, 2015
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Newly infected and trying to survive in a crumbling world ravaged by disease, Emery Stanton comes face to face with the one person she never expected to see again: long-lost childhood best friend, Porter Haywood. He's the last person she wants to be stuck facing the end of the world with, especially after what he did to her. Porter, though, sees this as his last chance to make right his wrongs. Emery must decide if letting go of the past is something she's willing to do with the little time she has left, while Porter must find a way to not only gain Emery's forgiveness, but a way to keep her alive.
  
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