Don't Hex and Drive (Stay a Spell, #2)

by Juliette Cross

“I do not have the talent of conversing easily with people I have never met before.”

That was me. I was Mr. Darcy. Introverted, shy, and nervous in large crowds and around strangers. Except the difference between me and Mr. Darcy was that I had no desire to grow outside my small social circle. Content with everyone on this side of my comfort zone, I definitely had no interest in expanding it to include this vampire.

Men just didn’t compare to the joy of hyacinth in bloom, sorry to say. Not in my experience anyway.

She laughed, her head tossing back a little. “She’s laughing at my pain,” I said to Ruben. “Been there. Done that.”

She smiled at me. And my heart nearly plummeted into my stomach. Christ. One smile, and I was devastated. Lost. Swimming in an ocean of what-the-fuck.

“What do you see?” “A lovely woman who knows the meaning of humility and kindness and true beauty.”

If someone had told me I’d let a guy teach me to drive after he’d once hit me with his car, I’d have told them they’d lost their damn mind.

There was nowhere he could go that I wouldn’t find him. Find her.