You're So Dead to Me (Grimdale Graveyard Mysteries, #1)

by Steffanie Holmes

As your prince, I order you to go straight to your bedroom, lock the doors, put on a really skimpy nightdress, and await my next instructions.”

“Albert, you’re dead now,” Edward says in his haughtiest, princeliest tone. “So the good news is that you’ll never get syphilis from a Covent Garden floozy.”

But now, when he’s looking at me like he wants to eat me for breakfast, my stomach flips, and I think I might just let him.