Killing Me Softly With His Scythe

I never expected to fall for Death.

Not the poetic kind. Not the metaphorical kind.

The actual Grim Reaper.

The first time I saw him, he looked like something pulled straight from my darkest fantasy. Towering. Silent. Draped in black. A bone-white skull mask hiding whatever expression lurked beneath. The kind of man who could steal every ounce of common sense from your body with a single glance.

If I could see his eyes.

If he would stop staring at me like I was the only thing in the world worth watching.

Silas is dangerous in every way a man can be. Mysterious. Protective. Completely impossible to read. He appears when I need him most, disappears when I demand answers, and somehow keeps turning up in my apartment, in my thoughts, and in every fantasy I should absolutely not be having about a man whose job description literally includes collecting souls.

The worst part?

He seems just as affected by me.

Every stolen touch crackles with tension. Every heated glance feels like a promise. Every moment we spend together makes it harder to remember that he isn't human.

He's Death.

A Grim Reaper.

And the closer I get to him, the more I realize some lines were never meant to be crossed.

Too bad neither of us seems interested in following the rules.

Killing Me Softly With His Scythe is a steamy paranormal romance featuring a masked Grim Reaper hero, obsessive protection, delicious slow-burn tension, forced proximity, witty banter, supernatural secrets, and a love story that blurs the line between life and death.

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