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416 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 22, 2010
"...What I meant was that you're perfect for me."And it goes on like that. Trinity's delightfully idiotic curse compels her to kill any man she truly loves, via a magical holographic prism that shows her how to do it, and as soon as she kills five men this way she will be "harvested," meaning that she'll lose her soul to something called the Black Widow, but if she can go five years (to the minute and second) without killing anyone, she'll be free of the curse forever.
He raised one eyebrow. "Because I'm going to kill you?"
"Yes!" She hugged him. "That's just the lowest, most despicable thing a man could do to me." She pulled back, elation dancing in her heart, along with complete misery, betrayal, and devastation, of course. Because she really had almost fallen in love with him, and to have him rip that out from under her... yeah... completely sucked. "It's fantastic."
He raised the other eyebrow, and he looked more than a little wary. "Most chicks wouldn't be quite so happy about it."
"Most women aren't cursed." Trinity planted an excited kiss on him. ...
"It would be a huge honor to have you kill me."
Felicia raised her brow. "You're immortal," she said dryly.
Reina waved her hand. "Semantics. I'll pretend to die."
Felicia's smile warmed. "I like your attitude. Maybe another time."
~*~
He let a single flame dance at the end of his index finger. Just a reminder of exactly what he was: a fire warrior (okay, yeah, he'd self-titled, but he figured it was better than cross-stitching girly man).
~*~
"You do realize you could put that bullet in my head and I'd be dancing the rumba within about a minute? Guns don't stop me."
She blinked. "You can rumba?"
He scowled. "I just said a bullet to the brain wouldn't hurt me, and you're impressed that I can dance?"
~*~
And then he remembered lesson #76.5 from Man Decorum 101: Never tell a smart, pissed-off female what to do. Ask her. Nicely. Preferably with roses in hand.
"'You're like one of those mosquito zappers. You should rent yourself out for garden weddings.'I've always enjoyed the "witty banter" of men in battle, but Rowe just takes it to a new level, combining the girly talk of color value and perspective when painting or the loveliness of the texture of certain embroidery flosses with spitting blades and fireballs. Yup, Rowe has definitely taken it up a notch!
'I'll think about it. There's something really appealing about the idea of becoming a lawn ornament.'""…Nigel had painted an artistic rendition of the witch's death on the bandana. 'Nice accessory.'"
Nigel flipped the ends…'It inspires me…'
'Maybe it's the way the blood spatters look like smiley faces. Sets a friendly tone.'"
"For a psychotic bitch, she was as impressive as hell."The Den of Womanly Pursuits is…