Spicy Little Curses
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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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If there’s one thing I really hate, it’s when someone underestimates my intelligence. Especially when that someone is male and inconveniently hot.
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“Luce.” “As in Lucy?” “No, as in Lucifer. Don’t pet her, she’s allergic to people. And I do mind. Like I said, Petra, we’re closed.”
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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.
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It’s a time-tested truth that the best-looking men are always the absolute worst.
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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.
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She tasted like sweet dreams and bad decisions. And I was already in too deep.
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Her lips were soft, but her kiss wasn’t. It was wild, urgent, the kind of kiss that proved she wasn’t afraid of curses or consequences. Instead of pulling away like I should have, I instinctively dragged her closer, my fingers digging into the curve of her waist. I slid a hand into her hair, fisting it there, holding her still as I drank deeply and took what she was offering.
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“You don’t know me, but I’m as stubborn as a drunk goat on a narrow bridge.”
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The only thing worse than a smart-ass woman was a smart-ass woman who was right.
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“One must be lost for the other to be free.”
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“The grave is open. The headstone is already carved. Only one thing remains, Descendant of Ash—sacrifice.”
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It figured I’d fall for a witch. My taste in women always ran toward the feral ones.
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“Well, shit. I might have to rethink my whole snark-and-bark attitude and start being nicer to you.” I rolled over, took her face in my hands, and smiled down into her eyes. “Don’t you fucking dare.” When I kissed her, she was laughing.