Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, the crap really hits the fan.
Now what? How do you clear up a mess as big as this?
Is there any coming back from absolute chaos?
I have to believe in hope. I have to believe in my love for Death, for a future beyond this pain and drama.
But why does hope feel like such a foolish dream at this point? Damn.
An ending is coming . . .
I just hope I survive it.
Things have taken a seriously nasty turn.
Can someone please let me off this rollercoaster?
Everywhere I look, there's drama and danger ready to pounce from the shadows. Nowhere feels safe, and trust seems to be a rare commodity.
Damn. Just damn.
But the twisted forces bringing all this chaos to the table must be stopped, no matter what.
Even if it feels like I'm always ten steps behind.
At least I have the sensational kisses of my delicious Death to carry me through this mess . . .
Follow my heart and make a mess . . . That's putting it mildly.
My life has really taken a complicated turn here in Oakthorne. I keep hoping some fairy godmother will show up and offer to turn back time for me. Not too much, just enough to ease this pain. Yeah. Right.
As much as there's hurt, there's also Death. He is a complication, and a beautiful one I can't resist when I really, really should. He consumes my every waking moment, submerges me in raging desire I never want to break free from.
Damn.
On top of that messiness, there's a mystery to solve, a bad guy to defeat, and other new developments within myself to deal with.
So much to do. So much danger to face.
Where the hell is that fairy godmother?
Death is supposed to be the end. Not in my world.
The dead never move on, not since Death walked off the job and disappeared. As a necromancer, it's my job to police the spirits while they remain stuck and, well, problematic a lot of the time. Death really needs to take his head out of his backside and get back to work, wherever he might be.
After a horrible incident in the tunnels of the London Underground, my life takes a sharp turn. It's all my fault and I'm sent off to a small town, a move to keep me out of sight and mind for the time being. Shamed, reputation dragged through the dirt. I'm not getting that promotion anytime soon.
On my first day in the town, I get caught up in a strange murder case, and Death saves my life. Yes, the Death. The delectable, mysterious Death.
Goodness, he is hotness personified. But what happened to make him walk away from his responsibilities? And why is he so deliciously tempting, my desire a raging inferno every time he looks at me with those incredible eyes? I shouldn't be thinking of an immortal being like this, but with every passing hour I can't stop myself from falling deeper into infatuation.
I want him.
Resistance is . . . impossible.
