Fangs for Nothing (The Nevermore Murder Club and Smutty Book Coven 1)

by Steffanie Holmes

And brilliant. And quite funny. And with an arse so fine, Geralt of Rivia comes to him for workout tips.

I am a mess, and I just kissed my boss, and he ran away like he was Nosferatu and I was a garlic salesperson.

“Bloodsucker or no,

that man should be cleaning out your cobwebs with his womb broom.”

I must taste like potato and cheese, because he moans into my mouth as if the flavour of me is the most exquisite thing on earth.

I'm dying I can't >.<

Loving her will destroy me utterly. But I am more than ready to be ruined.

Hot like a lovechild of Aragorn and Geralt of Rivia.

I could drown in her ambrosia and call it the sweetest death.