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

by Steffanie Holmes

THE WORLD IS A BOOK, AND THOSE WHO DO NOT TRAVEL READ ONLY A PAGE.

“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.

The police couldn’t organize a piss-up in a brewery.

“Do you believe me now? Do you believe that I haven’t chosen Edward over you?” “I believe anything those pretty lips want to say to me. Tell me that the stars revolve around the sun—” “—they do—” “—or that the Romans are weak, or that the gods don’t exist, and I will defend your lies to my dying breath.”

“Lovey, I’ll always be with you. Not even death can separate us. I’m your man for eternity.”