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

by Jennifer Cody

Clearly my man gets his meat in bulk; like he buys beef a cow at a time.

He tastes so good, but more than that, he feels like exactly where I belong. Home. I’ve come home, and I’m never leaving again.

Soulmates are the best.

Wait just a gosh darn second. Fox doesn’t have balls. Me: Where did that cum come from? Future Husband: My dick? Me: YOU DON’T HAVE BALLS!!! Future Husband: I do.

“I’m really hard to kill, and every time someone does, it gets harder for the next person. I haven’t died in almost a hundred years. It would take a demon much more powerful than a djinn to get close. Don’t worry, your plans for a happily ever after are still safe.”

read them for yourself, but the takeaway is that you’ve basically adopted him. Congratulations. Me: I’m too young to be a father! McQueen: Too late. No take backs. I’m a grandfather now.

I grab him before he gets three steps, smack his butt, and point my finger at him, shaking my head, then point to the floor in front of us. Fox interprets for me. “You live here now, son.” Fox makes it so easy to love him. “I am not living in a house where the dining tables outnumber the actual number of residents,” Bellamy argues, deadpan.

“I’m not calling you ‘Dad.’” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Fox murmurs. “Call me ‘Oppa.’” Obviously I’m Papa. Fox nods approvingly as Bellamy looks at him with an expression of utter disbelief. “Your reputation is a bald-faced lie.” Fox taps the rim of Bellamy’s bowl. “Finish your ice cream. It’s past your bedtime.” “Please send me back to Santanos.”