Spicy Little Curses (Scared Sexy Collection, #3)

by J.T. Geissinger

“You don’t know me, but I’m as stubborn as a drunk goat on a narrow bridge.” I made a face at her. “That’s the dumbest metaphor I’ve ever heard.” She pursed her lips and considered it. “How about this? I’m as stubborn as if a drunk goat and a brick wall had a baby.” “What’s with the drunk goats? You spend a lot of time around alcoholic farm animals?”

“Cut me some slack! This is the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me. Which is saying something, considering I once accidentally joined a cult because they had really good tacos.”

“The curse was sealed with blood magic. And only blood magic can unlock it.” She said that like I was supposed to know what it meant. As if I’d graduated with honors from Hogwarts.

“What’s wrong?” I laughed nervously. “Oh, nothing. Just made friends with what could’ve been a witch, ghost, or zombie.” His eyes sharpened. “Celeste?” “Yeah. She introduced herself. And she couldn’t have been more creepy if she’d tried. She suggested I kill you.” His expression darkened, his lips pressing into their default thin line. “And?” “I told her I’d think about it. I’m leaning toward yes.”