What are the must haves for your apocalypse bunker?
Thanks to our fascination with the zombie apocalypse, I’m sure we’ve all imagined what we’d take with us if the world ended. Here’s what I’d want in my dream creepy cramped bunker. Of course, this list assumes all my loved ones are safe and I have access to the survival basics (food, water) so I have time to focus on my must haves!
1. Chocolate - Yes, I might have access to food already but without chocolate is there really any reason to resist zombification?
2. Something to write with - Be it a forever working laptop or a good old fashioned journal and pen, I need to be able to write. Even if there is no one to read what I create. But hey, maybe zombies like getting romance novels read to them as a goodnight story. We don’t know.
3. Music - I am a sucker for a good tune. A world without music is far too bleak. I’ll take an ipod or cd player please.
4. Duct tape - Yeah, I’ve watched the movies. Duct tape saves lives.
5. Pack of cards - It’s going to get boring in the bunker and this can entertain the family. By the time we get out, I’ll be a Texas Hold’em champ.
6. Zombie killing spray - I’m assuming the bunker will be perfectly safe but as we’ve seen, something always goes wrong. Just in case, I suppose we should have a back up plan.
7. Travel - Yes, I know I can’t actually travel in an apocalypse but it is such an ingrained part of who I am and I need a way to remember it. I want a picture book of the world or a slide projection show of other places so I can remember what outside the bunker looks like.
8. Piano - I’d settle for a keyboard. I love to play to de-stress and I’m assuming this would be a high stress time in my life.
9. Ear plugs - For my family while I pound away at the piano. I probably I’ll get good eventually but until then I’ll provide an alternative for my family. Plus, if anyone snores it’s not like we can move to another room.
10. Books - I saved the best for last. What better way to escape the tedium of a bunker than through the words of other writers? One endless supply of books please.
So that’s my top ten must haves to stay sane in an apocalypse. What would you grab?
by Victoria Davies
November 9th 2015
Fated Match has spent centuries pairing supernatural mates together. Witch and matchmaker, Chloe Donovan, takes pride in helping her clients find their happy endings. But when werewolf alpha and millionaire playboy Kieran Clearwater stalks into her office, she may have finally met the one man she can’t help.
Kieran has no intention of finding his mate. Love is a weakness he can't afford. But with his pack growing more concerned over his single status he, needs to assure them all is well. What better way to do so than to hire a fake girlfriend he can parade around at the annual pack retreat?
Chloe is coerced into becoming the wolf’s temporary mate, but she’s determined to keep their agreement professional. But her seductive partner in crime has other ideas, and his considerable charm makes it difficult for her to keep her eye on the prize. While these two burn hot when they’re together, behind-the-scenes politics work to rip them apart.
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Kieran has no intention of finding his mate. Love is a weakness he can't afford. But with his pack growing more concerned over his single status he, needs to assure them all is well. What better way to do so than to hire a fake girlfriend he can parade around at the annual pack retreat?
Chloe is coerced into becoming the wolf’s temporary mate, but she’s determined to keep their agreement professional. But her seductive partner in crime has other ideas, and his considerable charm makes it difficult for her to keep her eye on the prize. While these two burn hot when they’re together, behind-the-scenes politics work to rip them apart.
Excerpt
The click of heels on the stairs reached his ears, and he downed the last of his drink. Setting the glass on the bar cart, he went to meet her. Tugging his black cuff into place, he strode into the entrance hall.
And forgot how to breathe.
That was definitely not the dress he’d so carefully selected. Usually he farmed out such tasks to an assistant,
but this time he’d spent his lunch break perusing women’s fashion until he’d found a dress he thought would do her justice. An outside observer might make the mistake of thinking the action was uncharacteristically sentimental, but he preferred to think of it as being prepared. Every detail of this night needed to be perfectly planned, including every inch of his date. He’d tried to give her a dark color that would help her avoid the spotlight, knowing she was nervous enough about this outing as it was. Every decision about that dress
had been made to help her blend into her surroundings without stealing the show.
But Chloe wasn’t a woman for the sidelines.
There would be no missing her in the fire-engine-red gown she’d selected instead. Nor would anyone who saw her doubt why he’d pursued her. Not with silk accentuating every curve until all he could think of was blowing off the show and taking her to bed. He’d peel the red silk away from her delicious body, running his lips over every inch of creamy skin he uncovered. Those soft curls would be tangled around her face as she writhed beneath him, her luscious red lipstick smeared as she begged him for one more kiss.
And those sky-high black heels? Hell, they could stay. He bit back a growl as he imagined them digging into his skin as she locked her legs around his hips.
She stepped off the stairs and glided toward him. Kieran couldn’t help his smile when he noted her raised chin. His lovely fake lover was ready to fight.
Chloe stopped before him, looking up, even in her heels.
Knowing she was waiting for his judgment, Kieran took his time allowing his eyes to rake down her body then slowly back up to her face. Not what he’d planned, perhaps, but definitely worth the detour.
“I’m going to have to fight off challengers tonight,” he said finally.
She blinked, as if expecting far different words. “Why?”
He reached out to wrap an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Because, sweetheart, every man there
will want you for his own.”
Her sharp inhale when her body collided with his pacified the wolf pacing within him. It whined in pleasure
when he stroked his fingers down her bare arm.
“Be serious,” she huffed, trying to appear unaffected even as a telling shiver gripped her body.
“Trust me, Chloe. I am.”
And forgot how to breathe.
That was definitely not the dress he’d so carefully selected. Usually he farmed out such tasks to an assistant,
but this time he’d spent his lunch break perusing women’s fashion until he’d found a dress he thought would do her justice. An outside observer might make the mistake of thinking the action was uncharacteristically sentimental, but he preferred to think of it as being prepared. Every detail of this night needed to be perfectly planned, including every inch of his date. He’d tried to give her a dark color that would help her avoid the spotlight, knowing she was nervous enough about this outing as it was. Every decision about that dress
had been made to help her blend into her surroundings without stealing the show.
But Chloe wasn’t a woman for the sidelines.
There would be no missing her in the fire-engine-red gown she’d selected instead. Nor would anyone who saw her doubt why he’d pursued her. Not with silk accentuating every curve until all he could think of was blowing off the show and taking her to bed. He’d peel the red silk away from her delicious body, running his lips over every inch of creamy skin he uncovered. Those soft curls would be tangled around her face as she writhed beneath him, her luscious red lipstick smeared as she begged him for one more kiss.
And those sky-high black heels? Hell, they could stay. He bit back a growl as he imagined them digging into his skin as she locked her legs around his hips.
She stepped off the stairs and glided toward him. Kieran couldn’t help his smile when he noted her raised chin. His lovely fake lover was ready to fight.
Chloe stopped before him, looking up, even in her heels.
Knowing she was waiting for his judgment, Kieran took his time allowing his eyes to rake down her body then slowly back up to her face. Not what he’d planned, perhaps, but definitely worth the detour.
“I’m going to have to fight off challengers tonight,” he said finally.
She blinked, as if expecting far different words. “Why?”
He reached out to wrap an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Because, sweetheart, every man there
will want you for his own.”
Her sharp inhale when her body collided with his pacified the wolf pacing within him. It whined in pleasure
when he stroked his fingers down her bare arm.
“Be serious,” she huffed, trying to appear unaffected even as a telling shiver gripped her body.
“Trust me, Chloe. I am.”
Victoria Davies’s passion for writing started young. Luckily she had a family who encouraged believing in magic and embracing imagination. From stories quickly scribbled in diaries, her love of storytelling developed. Since then her characters may have evolved and her plots may have grown decidedly more steamy but she never lost her love of the written word. Writing is not only a way to silence the wonderful voices in her head, but it also allows her to share her passions with her readers.
Currently she writes from Toronto, Canada. While she has a healthy love for the unknown, this corner of the world will always be her home.
Currently she writes from Toronto, Canada. While she has a healthy love for the unknown, this corner of the world will always be her home.
