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

by Alexandra St. Pierre

“Fuck no. I don’t have any kids.” Yet. Visions of little ginger babies danced before my eyes, and I blinked. Woah. Where the hell had that come from?

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

“Listen, it’s okay to mourn the loss of someone and still not be okay with everything they did while they were still here with us. When people die, we tend to try to focus on the good in them so we can remember them fondly, which is nice. But grief is complicated. Just because someone has passed, it doesn’t wipe away the times that they might have hurt us.”