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What I didn’t expect was him. 5 Dax Rousseau.
Dax? Really?! 🫤
If there’s one thing I really hate, it’s when someone underestimates my intelligence. Especially when that someone is male and inconveniently hot.
😆
A new line of ink, bold, fresh, and burning white-hot like a brand, had appeared on the inside of my wrist. It was her name.
It’s a time-tested truth that the best-looking men are always the absolute worst.
The point is, I don’t get spooked.
You sure?
I couldn’t sleep that night. My insomnia was due, in part, to how creepy my room at the Lafayette Hotel was.
You just said you don’t get spooked?!
“You shouldn’t be asking these questions. Some things should be left alone.” “Like what things?” I pressed. His voice all smoke and midnight, he said, “Bad things.”
🤦🏼♀️ if she’s aiming for ominous here, she’s falling short
“You want to know what I am, Notebook? Fine. I’ll tell you what: the same thing the entire Rousseau bloodline is.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, warning rumble. “Cursed.”
Oh come on 🙄
“Oh no, a mysterious family curse! How original. Do you turn into a werewolf under a full moon? Or maybe your great-great-grandfather made a deal with a swamp witch?”
Same old genetic Geissinger sass in her FMC 😑
I had to go and get tangled up in something much worse than a ghost story. Namely, feelings.
Feelings? You’ve known him for what, two days? I know this is a novella but come on!
Not that I was falling for him, mind you. I barely knew the guy. I was just . . . mildly obsessed with figuring him out.
🙄
“I warned you to stay away,” he said in the kind of voice that sent people running. But I wasn’t running. Because, despite the threat in his tone and the fury in his eyes, there was something else in his gaze too. Something dangerous. Desire.
Oh 🤦🏼♀️
“What you’re asking for, smart-ass, is a spanking.” A jolt of lust rocked my body. Wide-eyed and breathless, my heart pounding, I stared at him. Spanking? Yes, that sounded like an excellent idea.
A guy you just meant wants to spank you and you’re salivating at the idea? Alright. You do you 😖
“I’m two feet away, Sunshine. There’s no need to holler.” “I think there is, Notebook, because you’re not hearing me!”
These two 😖🙄
You know what I think this means?” Glowering, I muttered, “Can’t wait to hear it.” “I think it means this was meant to be.”
My eyes hurt from all the eye rolling I’m doing reading this 🙄
“That thing in the shop. He only appears to women who . . .” He trailed off, jaw tightening. “Who what, Dax?” I pressed, heart pounding. His throat worked as he swallowed. “Who fall in love with a Rousseau man.”
Oh come on, man! Y’all just met!
“Just like I don’t believe in the Loch Ness Monster, I don’t believe in love, okay? It’s a fairy tale. What people call romantic love is just hormones. It doesn’t exist.”
😮💨 🙄 this fucking FMC is gonna be the death of me
“He also said that a sleeping lion is still a lion, and I should take care not to step on its tail or risk waking it up.” I thought about that riddle for a moment. “So Celeste could be dangerous.” “He wasn’t talking about her,” Dax responded quietly. “He was talking about you.”
Sure he was 😑 cause her sass makes her tough
“Kill the tattooed devil before he kills you!” Great. She wanted me to unalive Dax. I’d admit the thought had crossed my mind more than once, but that was beside the point.
We lay stunned and silent together on the leather sofa in the dim light of the library, our masks discarded to the floor, the musky scent of sex and old books wrapping around us like a spell.
I’m sorry, but JT Geissinger gave us a fade to black?!
I stood frozen for a moment, shock and fear turning my muscles to stone. Thankfully, my temper kicked in and saved me from being a total wimp. “You know what?” I shouted, jabbing a finger in his creepy direction. “I won’t be intimidated by a faceless, undead weirdo! You and your boneyard stank can go suck an egg!”
My god 🤦🏼♀️
“Here goes nothing,” then spread her hands in front of her and addressed the tomb. “Open sesame!” “Petra,” I snapped, mystified by her nonchalance. “This isn’t a joke!”
Ffs 🤦🏼♀️ 😆
It figured I’d fall for a witch. My taste in women always ran toward the feral ones.
🙄 you and every other Geissinger MMC
My feet carried me forward.
As opposed to???
