Bitten by Death (#1)
Kissed by Death (#2)
If you saw his face, you’d have a death wish too.
My life sucks. More accurately, I suck—blood.
I woke up on a cold slab in a morgue, two weeks ago, with no memories, and a new drinking habit that seriously cramps my ability to make friends.
Now I’m hunting for answers in Sin City about my past and who I was, but someone else is hunting me.
When Death, himself, comes to collect me, I find myself facing the most magnificent, terrifying being imaginable. Who knew the grim reaper wore a tailored suit, and ran the most exclusive hotel on the Vegas strip?
He wants to hold me prisoner? Fine, I will rattle the cage and make his life a living hell until I get my freedom.
And I absolutely cannot, under any circumstances, let him know his hand is wrapped around my soul.
“So you agree, it is a bad idea to dig into your past?”
“What? No, that’s not what I’m saying. More than ever, I need to know who I was. And then when I find this bastard who changed me, I’ll make him pay. Because he either robbed me of my chance at the glorious afterlife, or I’m a sadistic psycho and it’s in my nature to seek revenge. Hello, my name is Vivien. You stole my afterlife. Prepare to die.”
She squinted at an imaginary foe and made jabbing motions with her hand.
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“Remember what I told you in the limo. No one is to be trusted, and be careful what you do and say in there.”
The angel from hell saluted me. “Aye aye, captain.”
I’d give it five minutes before all hell broke loose.
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Oh gods, I would do anything for this woman. I’d rake down the stars and fashion them into a collar she could wrap around my neck if she just let me kiss her, worship her.
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