Kylie, the awesome creator of this blog, asked me to write a post about my post-apocalyptic m/m romance, Bitter Harvest.
Last year, the world was supposed to end this coming December. Yay for the Mayans! So, as you do, I started thinking about the end of the world and what would happen after.
I took the idea that's scaring me the most right now, and it's probably an odd one. Not for me, comets from space or flood and fire devastating the planet. Nope, I'm with Donna Noble and I'm worried about the bees disappearing.
We have about four years as a species when they're gone.
So I had some people in Switzerland try to rectify this problem. Create an AI whose business was to build the perfect disease-free and pesticide-resistant bee using nano-technology. What could possibly go wrong?
Now I can get to the title of this post.
The AI, after it perfected bees, decided to perfect another species and chose--naturally--the human race. The nano-virus either kills or turns the host into one of the infected, a pheromone-thick, sex-fuelled zombie.
Yes, my zombies have no interest in brains. They want to fuck every uninfected human they can find to pass on the virus and add more to their hive. And making one of my heroes a survivor of this infection caused all sorts of dark fun as though he has free-will, his mind no longer subject to the AI and his hive, he still has his very fixed obsession with sex. I write erotic SF romance. I needed to get the sex in *grin* ...but creating--or deconstructing--the world and the change in how sex was viewed was fascinating to work out.
Oh and I set it in the White Tower as I've always wanted to wipe out London...
It's 2050, and humans are an endangered species. Lieutenant Robert Sutton has survived the collapse of civilization by luck, his wits, and a chance mutation that makes him immune to the nano-virus that has wiped out millions. Now, his compound of survivors is surrounded by the infected, who are driven by the need to spread the contagion through sex. It is only a matter of time before they attack. So when Sutton is assigned to interrogate a prisoner who claims to have overcome the infection, he immediately suspects a trap.
Nicholas Rider may have survived the virus, but he's a changed man, ruled by his desires. But his need for Sutton is different. Rider craves an end to his overwhelming needs, and Sutton could be the man to do it.
Secure in his belief that he's invulnerable, Sutton can't understand or resist his intense attraction to his prisoner. Will Rider be his downfall--or his savior?
*And the bee. The little models the artist--Southerndrawl--creates are fabulous.