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.

If there’s one thing I really hate, it’s when someone underestimates my intelligence. Especially when that someone is male and inconveniently hot.

It’s a time-tested truth that the best-looking men are always the absolute worst.

She tasted like sweet dreams and bad decisions. And I was already in too deep.

“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 only thing worse than a smart-ass woman was a smart-ass woman who was right.

I’m not the killing type. Unless you’re talking about the ungodly amount of carnitas platters I’ve murdered in my lifetime, because if we’re counting those, I’m a serial killer.”