Calling on the Reaper (The Reapers #1)

by Haley Tyler

Just because I was a Reaper didn’t mean I was heartless—well, technically, I was, but I wasn’t an asshole. Well, actually, I was that, too.

“You’re such a dirty, freaky little bird, aren’t you?” he gritted out. “Needing to be choked so you can come on your Master’s cock.” He squeezed my throat, and I smiled brightly at him.