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

by Steffanie Holmes

I pause in the doorway of her old room, performing my nightly ritual of checking for monsters under her bed and bogeymen in her closet. She asked me to do that when she was six and afraid of the dark, and I’ve never stopped. I’ve stood watch beside her bed every night.

Aw

Brianna smells like tangled bedsheets and the flickering of candlelight. She smells of wild nights and fingernails dragging over my skin.

By Jupiter’s hairy butthole, I’d love to try a finger sandwich.

Lmao

I like the bookshop. It contains a lot of strong smells that make Ambrose happy – old leather, the woody tang of paper and ink, the faint birdiness of the raven, and something I can only describe as ‘hot men who like reading.’