My Life as a White Trash Zombie

hand and pulled me to the kitchen, yanked the fridge open and removed a bowl of what looked like tapioca. He handed me the bowl, pushed the fridge door shut, and snatched two spoons out of a drawer.

“This isn’t tapioca, is it?” I said, taking one of the spoons.

Marcus shook his head, a sly smile on his face. “I think a better name for it is ‘foreplay.’ ”

The pudding lived up to its name. And nothing fell off that wasn’t supposed to.

Also by Diana Rowland:

SECRETS OF THE DEMON

SINS OF THE DEMON¹

^{1 Coming soon from DAW Books}