Coffin Up Love
This vampire bites.
But wait till he sees that I swallow…
As a baker on the run from the mob, I've got a new name, new home, and one smoking hot vampire neighbor.
Emile's fangtastic bod has me hungry for a taste.
But I can’t let him distract me from dodging the hitmen who think I'm six feet under. How do you tell a drop dead gorgeous vamp that you aren't who he thinks you are?
With every lie I feed Emile, our sizzling bond burns hotter. I hate the deceit, but one slip of the tongue could cost everything.
Good thing I know of a way to keep our mouths occupied.
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