Morbidly Yours (Love in Galway, #1)

by Ivy Fairbanks

Callum’s reluctant smile was like lightning in a thunderstorm. Brief yet brilliant.

“Of course. Lark, was it?” Standing in the doorway, her eyes narrowed on the parked hearse, then flitted over to my companion. “I’m not ready to go with the undertaker just yet. Even such a handsome one.”

“He is an undertaker, dear,” she said. “You can’t expect the lad to go around saving lives and undermining his own business.”

“Now lean on that gravestone, drop your hip, and give me a saucy wink over your shoulder like this,” I joked, demonstrating a Bettie Page–worthy pose. “Come on. We can start our own website, call it MournHub.”

Holding a grudge is poison for your soul.”