I choked on a pretzel and died for two minutes. Now I have a demon stalker who treats me like a toddler with a death wish.
Technically, I’m supposed to be in the afterlife. But thanks to a zealous paramedic and a very sturdy ribcage, I was ripped back to the land of the living right after my soul was stamped for export.
Rax, the demon assigned to escort me to Hell, is not happy about the paperwork error.
Since he can’t return empty-handed without getting demoted to "latrine duty," he’s decided to stick to me like glue until I kick the bucket again. He’s moved into my apartment, where he spends his time aggressively baby-proofing my furniture, hissing at jaywalkers, and slapping fast food out of my hand because "cholesterol is a slow killer."
It’s annoying. It’s suffocating. It’s also… confusingly hot.
Because when Rax isn’t wrapping me in bubble wrap, he’s looking at me with hungry, ancient eyes. He’s obsessed with my heartbeat, constantly checking my pulse with hands that linger a little too long and wander a little too low.
He’s waiting for me to die. But with the way he’s touching me, I’m starting to think he’s finding plenty of reasons to keep me alive.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Technically, I’m supposed to be in the afterlife. But thanks to a zealous paramedic and a very sturdy ribcage, I was ripped back to the land of the living right after my soul was stamped for export.
Rax, the demon assigned to escort me to Hell, is not happy about the paperwork error.
Since he can’t return empty-handed without getting demoted to "latrine duty," he’s decided to stick to me like glue until I kick the bucket again. He’s moved into my apartment, where he spends his time aggressively baby-proofing my furniture, hissing at jaywalkers, and slapping fast food out of my hand because "cholesterol is a slow killer."
It’s annoying. It’s suffocating. It’s also… confusingly hot.
Because when Rax isn’t wrapping me in bubble wrap, he’s looking at me with hungry, ancient eyes. He’s obsessed with my heartbeat, constantly checking my pulse with hands that linger a little too long and wander a little too low.
He’s waiting for me to die. But with the way he’s touching me, I’m starting to think he’s finding plenty of reasons to keep me alive.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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