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Unfortunately, I’m a sucker for the tall, dark, and devilish type. The more red flags and pitchforks they’re waving, the better.
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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. And I knew without a doubt that this woman who walked out of my dreams and into my shop on a rainy October night was always meant to show up. Because, somehow, she was part of the curse too.
It’s a time-tested truth that the best-looking men are always the absolute worst.
Weirdest of all was that Dax’s ink had moved. I’m not a believer in things that go bump in the night, but I saw it with my own eyes. I saw it. It twisted and coiled like a living thing beneath his skin. That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t even paranormal. That was terrifying.
Oh, except for the fun fact that any woman who fell in love with a Rousseau man was doomed to a tragic death. So that was perfect. Nothing says “great idea” like falling for a man who might be my own personal grim reaper.
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“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.
She tasted like sweet dreams and bad decisions. And I was already in too deep.
“You don’t know me, but I’m as stubborn as a drunk goat on a narrow bridge.”
The only thing worse than a smart-ass woman was a smart-ass woman who was right.
“It didn’t start off as a curse. These things never do.” “Then how did it start?” “With the root of all evil: greed.”
I was beginning to see why his personality was so bad. He wanted to make sure nobody else fell victim to the curse again, not if he could help it.
Dax’s expression was one of anguish. The way he stared at the mark on my wrist left no room for doubt about what it meant: my impending doom. Guess I’d have to cancel that upcoming mani-pedi.
Blood magic ran in Petra’s veins. It figured I’d fall for a witch. My taste in women always ran toward the feral ones.
