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

by Steffanie Holmes

Pax is casting his eyes around, desperate for something to stab that will solve the problem.

“I’m fine,” I lie. “I have something in my eye.” “You do,” he nods in agreement. “You have sadness. But I will find a way to make it better.”

I am not good with women. I am a champion stabber, a world-class Druid slayer, a brilliant brawler, and a passable tenor. But when it comes to romance, I come from the ‘throw them over your shoulder and fuck them until their legs turn to jelly’ school of seduction.