The Trouble with Trying to Date a Murderer (Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees #1)

by Jennifer Cody

I’m basically his responsibility at this point. I’ll bring joy to his deadly life and he will protect me, and that’s a totally fair exchange.

I’ve read that it’s almost impossible to kill your fated mate, so I’m pretty confident I’m safe from you.

The hobo look isn’t sexy, but your confidence is. I’d do you. I’d do you for the rest of our lives.

Damn, I’m going to be so spoiled living here. And yes, I am moving in even though Fox and I haven’t discussed living arrangements yet. I don’t see the point in beating around the bush. I am going to marry the man, and yeah, maybe we haven’t even kissed yet, but that is going to happen and then we’ll move on to hand jobs and eventually fucking, and between all that physical stuff we’ll get to know each other and fall in love, and he’ll give me the biggest diamond engagement ring I’ve ever seen and we’ll get married and live happily ever after. So I don’t see the point in trying to live apart when we’re destined to cohabitate for the rest of our lives.

I’m almost sorry that I already decided to marry Fox. I’d be your sugar baby in a heartbeat. Can I call you Daddy anyway?

I’m beginning to think I might have a kink for watching my man work, and if he was a baseball player, that would make sense, but since he’s apparently a Reaper, that’s probably something I should talk to a therapist about.

“Sassy, beautiful, and smart. I’d marry you even if you didn’t come with a red-headed step-child.”