The Trouble with Trying to Date a Murderer (Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees #1)
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Once upon a time, a mute boy fell in love with an unapologetic murderer.
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And that’s how I ended up boxing up a murderer’s breakfast and possibly falling in love, because even though he wasn’t particularly handsome or incredibly charming, he was competent and self-possessed, and if no one ever told you that confidence is sexy, then allow me to be the first: confidence is sexy.
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The man spins, immediately spotting and completely disregarding me. I mean, I don’t blame him. I’m not all that memorable, but still. My hopeful, little, romantic heart gives a twinge at being so easily forgotten. Ouch, Future Husband. Ouch.
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Looking around at the bodies I hang my head and shake my fist at Fox. If he weren’t the love of my life, I’d be a bit more piqued, but I guess I’m just glad he’s alive.
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I mean, I haven’t done anything wrong, except maybe now I’m aiding and abetting, but that’s just how the cookie crumbles when the love of your life is so good at killing people.
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The man is—let me just get a napkin for my drool—lithe.
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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.
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He stares at me without moving until I get to my feet, then he stands, crowding close, and dips down, kissing the corner of my mouth as he entangles our fingers. “Definitely a keeper,” he murmurs, watching me with covetous eyes.
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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.
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since we’re going on a date after he kills a man, I want to feel like I look my best.