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

by Jennifer Cody

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.

People are all kinds of stupid, and you just have to find the right kind of stupid

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.

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 work for a council of pricks with sticks shoved so far up their asses that I’m sure all their food tastes like wood and shit.

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 love the way he’s looking at me. No one ever has ever looked at me like that before, and I didn’t even know what I was missing

I’m going to spend the rest of my life keeping that look in his eyes just to keep feeling like this. Like I’m important. Wanted. Desirable.

Why yes, I do think of worst-case scenario shit, because then I can plan for it.

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.