My Final Thoughts:
*4 Death Never Looked So Good*
Oh.my.word. I am in love with a reaper , gone is all sanity and I'm lusting not only after a fictional character but a ghost at that and not any ghost oh no cause that's too simple but a frigging reaper. This smutt like Halloween treat should be bought ASAP cause it'll probably be of your finest investment , admit it Janice that vibrator really didn't break you just lost it.
The sexy story of a how a reaper named Mathieu Tobias Gindriel Halcyon Scythian lets just go with Matt is knocked into his own perusal hell *pun intended* when his mundane job of capturing souls gets a bit tricky.
I get extravagant pay for my reaping duties, plenty of vacation days, and all the demon harlots I can dick, but it’s not the same as what the humans have. Intangibles, I suppose.
All in all Death is a blue eyed stud muffin whose 7 feet of swoon and that's not the only thing that's 7 *wink wink* , Buy it now and fall in love with death.
This job. Boring is too colorful a word for it. I’ve been escorting humans to the afterlife for millennia. I’m over it. But when you’re the son of the two greatest reapers of all time, reaping is in your blood. My latest appointment is with one Annabelle Lyric, a twenty-eight year old New Orleans party planner. Snoozefest. But there is one bonus to this assignment: it’s Halloween night. In New Orleans. And she’s attending a posh party whilst unaware of her impending demise. I’ve been tasked with taking Annabelle’s soul right after the masked ball. The good news? I’ll fit right in with all the costumed partygoers. The bad news? That hits me when I realize Annabelle is much more than my next victim, she’s my fated mate.
Note: This is a short, sexy Halloween tale of true love.
Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.
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