The Kiss Curse (Ex Hex, #2)

by Erin Sterling

Gwyn had no doubt that whoever he was, his ancestors had absolutely once stared down the business end of a guillotine. You didn’t get cheekbones like that without oppressing some peasants.

“How is it that I stay up here all the bloody time, no woman in sight, and yet I’m smarter about this shite than you and Rhys? Fucking riddle me that, mate.”