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Trust in Tomorrow by Dana Sweeney

Sleepwalking let them survive a nightmare. Desire woke them up. Demetri When the world ended, I came to the Stronghold and joined their military. Even made it to the helmet corps with the best and brightest. Life in the barracks is a nonstop party, everyone living like there's no tomorrow. Let's face it, there probably isn't. When my friends joined a resistance movement against the rich jerks who run this place, we needed a place to meet. The library would be perfect if it wasn't for the librarian being a total snoop. I offered to chat her up for the greater good... and because I can't stop thinking about her. Save the world, get the girl. Win-win. Stella I arrived in the city weeks before the world ended. I thought I was living a fairy tale, engaged to a prince… but the fantasy was dead even before the dead started to rise. Officially in mourning for my fiancé, I run the library and try to avoid attention. Yet somehow, I’ve caught the eye of a handsome soldier. He makes me long for freedom, control over my fate. But this elite society considers me an asset; they will never let me go without a fight. How do I know so much about the Stronghold? I helped build it.

Lust for Tomorrow by Dana Sweeney

Submission is freeing… Love is a trap. I’ve never seen his face. But I ache to feel his body. My fellow soldiers call him Alpha. It’s an insult, mocking his macho bravado, his aggressive arrogance. I’ve heard the snark, seen the rolled eyes. Alpha. It’s a joke. But when I hear him speak… His rich, deep voice. His lush British accent… I guess the joke’s on me. Since the zombies came, civilization fell, and new social structures arose, I’ve known that my independence relies on my disinterest in any particular man. The powers that be haven’t resorted to forced procreation… at least not yet; they still expect we’ll fall in love and walk into the trap willingly. My resistance requires that I avoid emotional connections. My existence requires that I avoid distractions, that I stand and fight. But every time this man speaks, I want to fall to my knees, offer myself to him. However he’ll have me. Lust is a distraction I can’t afford, but it’s not love. As long as I don’t fall in love, I’m safe. And who could possibly fall for Alpha?