The Mercenary and the Mortician (The Silent Hollow, #1)

by Alexandra St. Pierre

What did a mercenary and a mortician have in common? Dead. Fucking. Bodies.

It seemed I had a brat on my hands, which was literally my favorite. I loved it when they fought back. I got to punish them and teach them their place.

Now I was the fucking judge. I was also the jury and the mother fucking executioner.

You were trying to protect him, Cal. Because that’s what you fucking do. You try so hard to protect and help everyone around you, but who’s protecting you?”

I loved being the reason he smiled like that.

“What the fuck did you just call me!?” I snarled as Ronan beat me over the head with the highland cow.

Cal was the dark angel I’d been waiting my whole life for. He was here, and he was broken.

I was in love with this beautiful, dark, broken angel that had forced his way into my life, and there was no going back now.

“Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Fuck being normal, Ryan. Normal is boring.

“This world is shit enough without you thinking you’re anything less than perfect, just the way you are.”