Spicy Little Curses (Scared Sexy Collection, #3)

by J.T. Geissinger

Unfortunately, I’m a sucker for the tall, dark, and devilish type. The more red flags and pitchforks they’re waving, the better.

Because the second my mouth claimed hers, it seemed inevitable, as if it had been written in the stars long before we met.

What can I say? I’m a sucker for feisty women.

“You’re so lucky I’m not a flowers-and-foreplay girl.” I growled, “And you’re lucky I’m not a man who minds sass.” “Mind it? Are you kidding me? You love it, Sunshine. Now shut your pretty mouth and make me forget I don’t like you.”

She wasn’t a stranger anymore. Or an adversary. Or even the key to unlocking a curse. She was mine.

There was no going back now. I’d kill to protect her.

It figured I’d fall for a witch. My taste in women always ran toward the feral ones.