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

by Alexandra St. Pierre

To everyone who’s ever had to save themselves. May you find your Ryan.

The funny thing about being raised in a cage is it makes you angry… and angry people want vengeance.

What did a mercenary and a mortician have in common?

Dead. Fucking. Bodies.

“I’m not the devil, Ryan Fairview. I’m your fucking god, and you will beg me for forgiveness,”

“That’s it, straight boy. Come for me.” “No. Fuck you!” I spat, and he chuckled. “You’re going to come, Ryan; there’s no point in fighting it. You’re going to shoot your load all over that bitch’s corpse, then you’re going to clean it up like the good boy I know you are.”

“Look at us! Pimping out our siblings for personal gain. We’re so charming.”

“Fuck being normal, Ryan. Normal is boring. I love that you see dead people. I think it’s bad fucking ass that you live in a funeral home. On top of that, I think it’s hot that you’re a freckly red-headed man who likes gardening. Everything about you is attractive to me. You’re my lil’ spooky ginger boy, and I love the shit out of you.”