I see dead people. No, not like that movie. Im a coroner, and yes it's the kiss of death on my dating life. When men find out what I do, I'm lucky to hear it was nice meeting you. Until I almost accidentally kill Blake Hale with my car. Instead of being freaked out by me, hes intrigued. No matter how much I try to scare him off, he keeps coming back for more. And for a follow-the-rules guy, hes breaking them all for me. We couldnt be more different. Hes all goodness and light, with a brain thats even sexier than his six pack. Im danger in a pretty package, and no amount of knocking on wood is going to make the happily ever after hes promising come true. But With each word we exchange, my resolve weakens. With each heated look, he gets further into my soul. With every kiss, he consumes me by accepting me just as I am. I deal in death all day. He sells life insurance. What could possibly go wrong when I start believing in Mr. Right?
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