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

by Jennifer Cody

Fox’s brownstone is beautiful and clean, and my man has some kind of obsession with tables because there are at least five flat surfaces of some kind in every room. Even the hallway has a couple of thin wall tables. The bathroom has one built to sit over the back of the toilet and one directly across from it. Now I’m not one to judge. A man wants to decorate his house with tables, that’s his business, but it’s not like he uses them for anything. They’re purely some kind of messed up idea of decoration because he doesn’t put anything on them. Not flowerpots, not mail, not even lamps. They just exist in his space. Ok, it’s a weird obsession. I can admit that, but it isn’t unlivable. I can learn to live with his strange collection of furniture-mesas. The sacrifices I’d make to ensure the happiness of the love of my life are almost endless. I’d probably stop just short of actual human sacrifice. Probably. I mean, it’s not like I have a problem with his profession, so if I suddenly discovered he was killing all those people as a ritual, I might not stop at human sacrifice… Nah. He doesn’t ritually kill people. They attacked him first before he justifiably defended himself with extreme prejudice.