The first two books in The Serial Survivors Series.
Signed Paperbacks.
 
Caitlyn~
Since when did surviving the apocalypse become a good thing?

Caitlyn was doing okay before the end of the world. She had a decent job, dated around, and there was nothing a glass (bottle) of wine couldn't fix. When a Halloween haunted house proves to have real-life monsters turning everyone into creatures with black goo for blood, she manages to survive a few months on pure luck. The thing is... she doesn't want to anymore.

Riley doesn't leave people behind. It's not in his nature to give up, so when he finds a woman bleeding out in the woods, he stops to help. It's only when she wakes up the next day, furious that she isn't dead, that he realizes she didn't want to be saved. The duo are complete opposites who can't stop arguing with one another about how to survive, or if they even want to anymore.

It's not just the lack of heat, clean water, and tampons. This new world is horrible for those left alive. People have become more dangerous than the beasts they are running from. Who would want to live like this? But day after day, and despite all odds, Caitlyn and Riley keep going. They start to wonder if the lack of every modern convenience combined with the threat of impending doom isn't all that bad. They have each other, and maybe, that's enough.
 
Myra~
She’s running on kindness. He’s running from zombies. Together, they might just survive the apocalypse.

Myra survived the end of the world by being too nice to die. She shares everything with everyone and trusts other survivors way more than she should. When her safe haven begins to fall apart, the people she’s helped repay her kindness by taking advantage of her. She still smiles through it, kind of, until Cade shows up. Covered in black goo, running for his life, he collides with her quiet, crumbling existence.

Cade doesn’t want to be anyone’s problem. He’s just trying to get back to his brother. He didn’t mean to stumble into a half-starved commune full of suspicious survivors, and they aren’t about to let another one into their midst. When Myra sneaks him in, it’s not the worst decision she’s ever made, but it’s close.
Now the two of them are on the run, dodging bloats (the disgusting, goo-filled, ex-human variety of zombie), sketchy survivors, and their emotional baggage.

She’s never had a home. He just wants his back. Falling for each other wasn’t the plan, but neither was the apocalypse.

Disgusting zombies, ill-timed romance, and a hilarious and happy ever after.